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.
It began with the forging of the Great Rings.
Three rings for the Elven-Kings under the sky, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings.
Seven for the Dwarf lords in their halls of stone, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls.
Nine for mortal men, doomed to die. Who above all else, desires power.
For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race, but they were all of them deceived.
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 all 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, a last alliance of Elves and Men marched against the armies of Mordor.
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. Sauron was too strong.
It was in the last moments when Isildur, son of the king, took up his father's sword and cut of Sauron's finger, causing the ring to fall and Sauron, the enemy of the free people of Middle Earth was defeated.
The ring passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the heart 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 not should've 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 in-shared a new bearer. The ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there it concealed him. The ring gave Gollum an unnatural long life, for five hundred years it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's cave it waited. Darkness came 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 knew that his time had now come. He abandoned Gollum... But something happened the ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A hobbit: Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. For many years, Bilbo carried the ring unnoticed, until he passed it on to his nephew Frodo.
And this is where I come in. My name is Neuma and I'm half elf and half human from the great elf kingdom Rivendel. My father, Elrohir, got killed in the war against Sauron when I was twelve and my mother, who was human, died giving birth to me, so I never knew her. Gandalf the grey has been contacting me to meet him at the Prancing Pony and because I have nothing else to do, I agreed...