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 lives who remembers 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 off 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 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 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 brought to 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 that 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.

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 Rebecca Ivorwen and I'm human. I was born on August 9th, 2937 TA to my father; Aragost II and mother; Gilraen. I have dark blue eyes, long brown hair and I'm 5'7.

From 2976 until 2980 TA, I was exploring Middle-Earth, traveling from Lothlorien to Mirkwood ( Passing the gates of Moria, Rivendell and the Misty Mountains ). There I met Lostariel, while wandering through the woods. Her long ginger hair blowing in the wind was mesmerizing. Drawn by her beauty, I walked over to her and got her attention. Those ocean blue eyes were even more beautiful and I got lost in them. Lostariel told me that she was the daughter of a wood-elf named; Tauriel and a man from Laketown; Bard. I stayed in Mirkwood the entire year and Lostariel and I fell in love.

The call for adventure was strong and so I decided to leave Mirkwood and Lostariel in June, 2981 while promising Lostariel to come back to her. After thirty-four days of traveling, I met Gandalf on one of my adventures and we became friends rather quickly. For the years 2982 until 3000 I helped King Thengel fight off threats around Rohan and traveled back to Mirkwood through Lorien.

I stayed with Lostariel for two years, until I left to help Gandalf search for the creature Gollum...

3001 TA

The worry is clear in Gandalf's words, untrampled by the chattering and noises of the Prancing Pony during dusk, as Burliman Butterbur haste past us to serve the other diners. Gandalf has arranged a meeting, talking about a halfling by the name of Bilbo Baggins and his nephew Frodo who is planning to send to Imladris with a very special ring. It's hard to believe; can the one truly have been found after all these centuries?

,,Bilbo found a ring," Gandalf recalls. ,,in Gollum's cave."

,,Gollum?" I ask.

,,Smeagol. He was one of the River Folk. Corrupted by the One."

,,You mean... this Ring could be the One?" I question in undisguised shock. ,,And how could a halfling have been in possession of it all these years? When Isildur himself had been poisoned by it in the very first instance he felt it beneath his fingers."

,,It's possible, but I don't know until I have questioned the creature myself." The old wizard mutters.

,,Then we must protect the Shire from evil. I am sure the corrupted agents of the Dark Lord will destroy the halflings, if they manage to get air of it." I say. ,,And Gollum must be found before the enemy." Gandalf nods.

,,Then it's settled, Neuma. You will come with me." The wizard says sternly. We stand up and leave the inn. ,,Ready?" Gandalf asks me and looks at me.

,,Let's go find that creature." I say, covering my face with my hood, before following Gandalf along the long road ahead.

A/N: Beca's elvish name is 'Neuma'. Lostariel means Chloe in Elvish. Beca will call her Chloe, but the others of the Fellowship will call her Lostariel.