This is something my friend wrote a few days ago which we will then go and find voice actors for; this is going to be at the start of our new album Collision Theory. This was in script form, but I changed the format so I could post it.

Disclaimer: Still don't own.

Notes: Italics are when Galadriel is doing the voice over. Oh and there may be a possible spoiler or two for those who haven't read the Silmarillion. Just warning you.

The world is changed: I feel it in the water, I feel it in the earth, I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes, 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, antisocial, wisest, fairest of all beings. Which was strange, since he who made the rings was himself an elf. You'd have thought he'd be biased towards who received the most rings. His name; Celebrimbor. I feel he did not receive enough credit in the trilogy. In fact, he had no credit. No credit for his own creations.

Cirdan raised the ring given to him by Celebrimbor. "I don't like it."

Seven to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. Four of which was lost to dragon fire, because dragons do not like Dwarves. Neither, for that matter, do the elves.

And nine... nine rings were gifted to the race of Men who, above all else, desired power. Because they were selfish. And annoyed.

"Haha Ilúvatar likes us better than you!" The great elf smith Celebrimbor laughed as he walked away.

For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race. Or in the eyes of the men, they were magic.

But they were all of them deceived. Not only a few of them, but all of them.

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.

Feeling the need to explain himself to his fellow elves, Celebrimbor explained, "I would like to take this opportunity to ensure you are all aware that I played no part in the making of this ring."

In the corner of the darkened room, Annatar spoke. "I forged one ring without your knowledge, while you forged THREE without mine!"

"I did not intend to use my three in that way."

Annatar growled. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

And into this ring he somehow found a way to pour his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One ring to rule them all. One by one the Free lands of Middle-Earth fell to the power of the ring.

But there were some... who resisted.

Isildur raised his sword defiantly. "I refuse to fall to the power of the ring!"

Behind him, the warrior Elrond rolled his eyes. "You say that now."

A not-in-the-least last alliance of elves and men against the armies of Mordor. On the slopes of Mount Doom they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth.

Victory was near.

And may the odds be ever in your favour!

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... But it broke... and was displayed... until the time came to reforge the great sword Narsil.

The Ring passed to Isildur... who had this one chance to destroy evil forever. Did he A destroy the ring, B refuse to part with the ring or C insert the ring where the sun was all but recognised?

The hearts of Men are easily corrupted, because Men are stupid and selfish and clearly sexist. And the Ring of Power has a will of its own.

"You don't want to destroy little old helpless me, do you?" The One Ring whispered.

It betrayed Isildur to his death.

"Isildur! Cast it into the fire! Destroy it!" Elrond yelled, ignoring the heat of the flames.

"No."

"ISILDUR!"

From the battlefield, a large group of both elves and men yelled, "PUSH HIM!"

And some things that should not have been forgotten... were forgotten... because Fifi Forget-me-not... forgot.

History became legend... legend became myth... myth became bedtime story...

And for two and a half thousand years, the Ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when the chance came, it ensnared a new bearer!

"My Precious."

And another.

"What's this?" The Hobbit asked himself as he brushed the dirt off the shining gold ring.

In the background, cries were heard. "Lost! Lost! My Precious is lost! Theif!"

"Strange. I seem to remember it happening a little differently than this." Bilbo commented to no-one in particular.

So yes, this is going to be at the start of our album.

Next, I will be responding to the review: You should have one of the dwarves bathing while Lindir and Elrond are watching or when Bilbo was overhearing the conversation between Gandalf and Elrond about Thorin.