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4742 years later

Year 3000 of the 3rd age

"The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the Earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it. It began with the forging of the great rings. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men — who above all else, desire power.

For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master ring, to control all others. And into this Ring, he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life. One Ring to rule them all.

Unknown to Sauron, the elves forged another ring named Ambar. It was given to one of the most beautiful and wise elf who was considered a true gift to the fair race of elves.

One by one, the free lands of Middle-Earth fell to the power of the Ring. But there were some who resisted.

A last alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the slopes of Mount Doom they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth.

Victory was near.

But the power of the Ring could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the King, took up his father's sword.

Sauron, the enemy of the free-peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated.

The Ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever. But the hearts of Men are easily corrupted. And the Ring of Power has a will of its own.

It betrayed Isildur…to his death.

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost.

History became legend, legend became myth, and for two and a half thousand years, the Ring passed out of all knowledge.

Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer.

The Ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there, it consumed him.

The Ring brought to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited.

Darkness crept back into the forest of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the east, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived its time had now come.

It abandoned Gollum.

But something happened then the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable.

A Hobbit: Bilbo Baggins of the Shire.

For the time will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all."

Malina's POV

I slowly regained consciousness. I stretched as I yawned and opened my eyes to great the rising sun. That dream… that voice in my dream, I recognized it, it was Galadriel's voice.

How many years has it been since I had heard her voice. While I was pondering this, I remembered, what my dream was about.

It was one of Galadriel's sent vision dreams. Since I am a holder of one of the great rings of power I am able to see the dreams she meant to send to Elrond.

No one from my former life knew that I still lived. I had tried to get near other elves, but it was just as Sauron said. No elf would trust me because they could sense the black magic from my curse. The first time and last time I tried, I ended up with an arrow in my shoulder.

Wait a minute… a hobbit that was what Galadriel had said. The one ring was in the hands of a hobbit. What was the name again…? Bilbo Baggins that was it. It was in that moment I made my decision.

I was going to go to the Shire.

If what Galadriel spoke of was true then the time was coming. The time when Sauron will awaken is coming. I had to see this through I resolved to myself. If the time was truly coming then the one who has the ring will be in grave danger.

From Sauron and the ring itself.

I walked toward the stream of water and looked at my reflection. No matter how much I wished that the figure looking back at me would be my normal elf self it never came true. Looking back at me was a wolf with white fur and blue eyes. Sighing I drank my fill of water then I raised my nose in the air sniffing for prey.

It had taken a long time for me to get use to hunting for food with teeth and claws instead of my bow and arrow.

I caught the scent of a rabbit; I silently stalked towards my prey when it finally came into view. I was on a ledge 4 feet above it. With my ears pinned back on my head I leaped with my teeth bared. Then that was that, my fangs were buried in its neck and its life on Middle Earth was over. I crouched down and devoured my prize. Just as the sun was at it's peak. I turned north for the Shire.

It has been a fortnight since I had decided to head to the Shire. I was only a few miles away when suddenly the wolf side of me warned me. Danger, something dangerous was closing in fast.

Then I heard a shriek that had I possessed hands I would have covered my ears. I recognized that shriek. It was that of a Nazgul's. I turned towards the noise when it finally came into view. It was riding a black horse with blood red eyes.

It stopped when I came into view.

"There you are. You cursed she-elf. My master has sent me to retrieve you. The time has come when he will finally rip that ring of your neck," the Nazgul's voice hissed out of it's invisible mouth.

I pinned my ears against my head and barred my teeth with my tail held up high in the air.

I would never go down without a fight. There was no way in the Valar that I was going to go anywhere with this coward of a human.

Shrieking it drew its sword, and the horse charged at me. I slipped past the horse's thundering hooves and dodged the Nazgul's sword. The horse wheeled around and charged at me again. In my quickened movement that I needed to dodge the horse's hooves I didn't see the Nazgul's sword as it swung down towards me. White hot pain radiated from my shoulder. Limping backwards, I could see the horse's hooves coming toward me again.

When, suddenly, Ambar sprung to life around my neck. It threw a gleaming ball of light at the Nazgul that sent it and its horse flying backwards.

Shrieking the Nazgul leapt to its feet and climbed back onto its horse. Ambar glowed even brighter around my neck. It got brighter and brighter until it forced the horse and its rider to run away.

I stood there in my battle position until Ambar's light disappeared.

I relaxed and sighed and begun to lick my wounds until another noise reached my sensitive ears. One I could never forget, the shrieks of orcs coming quickly to where I was. I turned and ran with all my might towards the Shire. I reached a stream of water and I entered the water and started running towards my destination. The water would mask my scent so they couldn't track me.

I don't know how long I ran through the stream till I finally came to a stop. I tiredly crawled out of the water and collapsed onto the ground. I felt lightheaded; I looked down at my shoulder and saw the blood that soaked my white fur. In my haste to run away from the orcs I had forgotten about my wound. Although know it was hard to ignore. I had lost too much blood, I couldn't move anything because my limbs felt like lead.

I… have… to do… something… before I…..

I drifted into unconsciousness.

I slowly regained consciousness my senses came back one by one. My hearing was first, I could hear the clanking of pots and pans coming from somewhere. Then my smelling came back, I licked my lips, I could smell the meat that someone was cooking. I opened my eyes and found myself on a blanket in front of a burning fire. Then my sense of pain came upon me once again. I whimpered loudly, the sound in the kitchen stopped.

I could hear the sound of light footsteps coming my way as the person came into my view I lifted my head up weakly. It was a small little man, and then I realized it was not a man but a hobbit.

"Well hello there little wolf, I was wondering when you would wake up. It's been three days since I found you in the forest," the small hobbit walked cautiously to my side.

"You were quite a sight, my friends and I came upon you in the forest covered in blood." By now he had reached my side and knelled in front of me. "My name is Frodo Baggins, you are free to stay here until you feel better."

"Is the lady wolf awake yet Frodo," another voice came from what I guessed was the kitchen. The person slowly came into view.

"Yes she's awake Uncle," Frodo replied.

"Why hello there little missy, my name's Bilbo Baggins."

Hearing this I went stiff with shock. My mind was trying to grasp that the person in front of me was the one I was looking for. Then the pain in my shoulder reached a whole new level until I blacked out.

It took me a few days to get over my shock. In trying to escape I had ran over twenty miles till I reached the forest where apparently Frodo liked to read his book in peace among the trees. In the next few days I grew attached to Frodo, he was so kind and caring and so unselfish.

I was currently dozing with my head resting on his lap as he petted my head as he read his book. Sighing he closed his book and looked down at me.

"You know we need to give you a name. We can't keep calling you lady wolf now can we? I talked to Bilbo… how do you like the name Aear it means sea in the elvish language. I think it suits you because of your eyes. What do you think?" he gazed down at me innocently.

I looked up at him and wagged my tail as I started to lick his face. Laughing he got up and dashed back towards Bag End.

It was then that I promised myself that I would protect this innocent little creature till my last breath.

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