Chapter 1 One Ring To Rule Them All
Ok, this is an idea I've had for a retelling of the Lord of the Rings trilogy with various video game characters, that's based on the Extended edition of the Lord of the Rings. Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing to do with the LOTR's or any of these Videos game characters or the elvish language which will be the same as the movie.
Note: This is Bloodbottler giants new account since I had to get a new phone.
Now Time for our game recast:
Frodo Baggins: Carmina Rye (Far Cry New Dawn)
Samwise Gamgee: Zane Rook (My Far Cry New Dawn Security Captain)
Merry Brandybuck: Ellie Williams (The Last of Us 2)
Pippin Took: Atreus (God of War Ragnarök)
Gandalf: Vesemir (The Wicher 3 Wild Hunt)
Aragorn: Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2)
Legolas: Aloy (Horizon Zero Dawn and Forbidden West)
Gimli: Cal Kestis (Jedi Fallen Order and Survivor)
Boromir: Freya (God of War Ragnarök)
Arwen: Faye (God of War Ragnarök)
Elrond: Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt)
Galadriel: Yennefer (The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt)
Bilbo Baggins: Nick Rye (Far Cry 5 and New Dawn)
Kim Rye: Extra
Elendil: Talion (Middle Earth Shadow of Mordor and Shadow of War)
Isildur: Dirhael (Middle Earth Shadow of Mordor)
Gollum: Silas (The Quarry)
Saruman: Odin the All father (God of War Ragnarök)
Sauron: Eredin Bréacc Glas (The Witcher 3 Wild Hunt)
The Nazgul: Far Zenith 'without Erik' (Horizon Forbidden West)
Balrog: Surtr (Assassin's Creed Valhalla Dawn of Ragnarök dlc)
Orcs, goblins, Uruk-hail, trolls and war beasts (various enemies and machines from the video games)
The One Ring: The New Ring (Middle Earth: Shadow of War)
On with the story.
I amar prestar aen.
(The world is changed)
Han mathon ne nen
(I feel it in the water)
Han mathon ne chae
(I feel it in the earth)
A han noston ned gwilith
(I smell it in the air)
Much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it.
The Game of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Rings.
It began with the forging of the great rings.
Golden rivulets of molten metal runs along a series of metal pathways in a forge to a design board, where they are cooled with water as magic is mixed in.
Three were given to the Witchers, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings.
Three figures are illuminated by the forge. One is a woman with raven black hair and violet eyes. All three examine jeweled and crested rings on their fingers and feel the power pulsing from within.
Seven to the Oseram lord's; great metalworkers and craftsman of the mountain holds.
Seven of the greatest Oseram lords stand around a table that sits deep in a mountain Kingdom; each wearing dark robes with silver lacing on the edges. They pick up their rings and raise them to the heavens in admiration of their exquisite craftsmanship.
And nine, nine rings were given to the race of men, who above all others, desire power.
In a magnificent grand hall, nine kings and queens wearing their finest robes and crown, they hold their rings close, as each has a lustful look of greed in them. As they stand around one drops his ring and hastily scoots it back to him as the others look in disappointment as their moment is ruined.
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.
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In the lands of the Forbidden West, in the fires of Mount Supermassive; the dark lord Eredin forged in secret a master ring, to control all others.
Deep in the fiery pit, a towering figure wearing black and red skeleton like armor stands on the narrow ledge overlooking the lava below as waterfalls of lava pour from the cliffs around him. He raised his right hand and a silver band glitters.
"And within this ring, he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life.
Eredin curls his fingers into a fist, the fires seem to glow brighter and bend all around him for now he had completed his greatest weapon.
One Ring to rule them all.
In the fiery afterglow, glowing letters form an inscription along it's length in a cold, frozen blue. It was a weapon forged with single purpose. To overthrow all who stood in his path and cement him as dark lord over all.
One by one, the free lands of Video game-Earth fell to the power of the Rings.
On a grassy hillside village, various NPC's and background characters from various video game, be they Kingdom Hearts, Elder Scrolls, Lego, Dragon's Dogma , or Final fantasy and so on; were running for their lives as their villages burn. Monster creatures and humanoids laugh gleefully as they run around, burning and crushing everything in their path. The army roars and cheers as Eredin walks among them surrounded by his bodyguard of Muspels, he surveys his horde's destruction in approval. The Ring glows brightly as it seemingly feeds on the chaos and evil energy.
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But there were some who resisted; a last alliance of Men, Nora and Witchers marched against the armies of the Forbidden West, and on the slopes of Mount Supermassive, they fought for the freedom of Video game-Earth.
The harsh wastelands near the fire mountain. An army of Witchers from the various schools, any animosity forgotten in wake of the looming catastrophe, raise their swords and ready their signs against the seemingly endless tide of dark creatures and monstrosities. The armies of men fire a rain of arrows that slay many but hardly make a dent in enemies numbers.
The Witchers leader is a tall man with ashen white hair and yellow cat like eyes. He stands undaunted before the insurmountable odds. He stands before the advancing army and raises his arm.
" Hold positions! Fire arrows!" he barks in the Witcher/Nora language. The second line of Nora ready their bows and launch arrows into the first wave. They fall quickly but the second wave advances before they can reload.
As the creatures close in, the Witchers draw their steel and silver swords and ready their signs for combat. As the armies clash, the Witchers move with almost inhuman agility, weaving and ducking as they slice and dice. Piles of dead monsters soon litter the ground at their feet.
The battle rages on as the Witches, Nora and Men deal massive casualties to their foes. As the odds seem to tilt in their favor, the High King, Talion raises his sword in triumph.
Victory was near…
A deathly hush falls over the battle field; Men, Nora and Witcher alike stand frozen in fear as Eredin takes to the battle himself. The Ring glittering cold on his finger as his army parts way before him in a mix of reverence and fear.
But the power of the Ring could not be undone.
Eredin holds a massive, jagged sword. He struts to the armies opposing him. The Men, Nora and Witchers tremble before him and back away in fear.
Eredin sweeps his sword through their numbers, sending several warriors flying as theirs lives end in a single blow. With each swipe he sends whole waves to their demise.
Talion suddenly roars a battle cry and rushed to challenge him. Eredin easily side-stepped his attack and sends him flying with a well placed blow. Talion hits a rocky slope and sinks lifeless to the ground.
A younger warrior rushes to his side. When he sees he is dead, he removes his helmet and cradles his corpse in shock and grief.
It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Dirhael, son of the King, took up his father's sword…
Eredin lazily approaches the pair, in no hurry to end it. Dirhael lunges for the sword, but the fallen Isu stomps down on the blade and snaps it in two. Dirhael looks it shock at his father's broken blade with only a foot of steel attached to the hilt.
Eredin reached out for him, the ring blazing on his finger. In a final act of defiance, Dirhael slashed the broken sword through Eredin 's fingers, cutting them.
Eredin clutched his hand, howling in agony as the severed digits fall to the ground. Dirhael stares at the finger holding the ring drops beside him.
He watches Eredin 's body glow with a unnatural aura before erupting in a blast of light and evil energy, sending out a shockwave that toppled over men, Nora, Witcher and monster alike.
Eredin 's smoking mask crashes admit the smoldering ruins of his armor.
Eredin, the enemy of the free people's of Video Game-Earth, was defeated.
Dirhael sits back in disbelief that Eredin is finally vanquished when he spies the charred finger and ring and picks them up. The finger turns to dust in his hand, leaving the pristine ring unharmed in his palm, the fiery inscriptions already fading.
The ring passed to Dirhael, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever…
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Dirhael rides with some of his warriors through a mist shrouded wood along a river; the ring glitters proudly on a chain around his neck
But the hearts of men, are easily corrupted, and the ring of power has a will of its own.
As they pressed on, a surviving band of Nite-folk ambush them from the trees, tackling Dirhael of his horse as more appear; they draw rusty weapons and swarm the soldiers, turning to bloodbath.
Momentarily forgotten, Dirhael rides and looks at the slaughter. Deciding to escape and fight another day, he snaps the ring of the chain and puts it on, vanishing from sight.
Sneaking from the carnage, he slips into the river and swims away, but as he does, the current caused the ring to slip from his finger, rendering him visible.
Dirhael grasps at it desperately, but the Nite-folk spot his armor in the armor and he gasps as arrows pierce his body.
His body flows along the current, the arrows that claimed his life protruding from his body as he's swept from view.
It betrayed Dirhael, to his death. And somethings 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 sat in the silty sediment at the river bottom, partially covered in mud. A hand suddenly appears and scoops it free.
"My preciousssss." A voice whispers as a hand with bone white skin opens up, showing the ring in it's palm.
The Ring, came to the creature Growler, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Murfree mountains, and there it consumed him.
"It came to me, my own, my love, my own, my prrrrrecioussssss!" Growler, a pathetic creature, nests on his filthy island of rock in his dark, dank cave. He quickly hugs the ring to him as he looks around as he thinks he hears something. Seeing nothing, he relaxes and continues gazing lovingly at the ring.
The ring brought to Growler unnaturally long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Growler's cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forest of the world. Rumors grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived, it's time had come…
The Ring clatters down the rocky slope, sparks flying at the impact of metal on stone, as the ring bounced in the darkness and out of sight.
It abandoned Growler. But something happened then the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable.
The Ring sits where it fell on the stony floor. But then a hand feels the ground until it touches the cold band, and picks it up curiously.
"What's this?" in the light it's revealed the hand belongs to a young man in worn red flannel wearing a battered cap and aviator glasses, who had gotten separated from the thirteen Oseram freebooters he'd been traveling with. The young man holds the Ring closer to his face for a better look.
A Scavenger, Nick Rye of Hope County.
"A ring! Well, I'll be damned." He says as he looks it over. Suddenly a wail echoes throughout the cave. The sudden outburst nearly makes Nick jump from his skin and backs further against a wall.
"Losssst! My precious is lost!" Growler's voice cries out in lament of his lost treasure.
Nick puts the ring in his pocket without thinking.
For the time will soon come, where Scavengers will shape the fortunes of all.
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