A note I will make today… HAPPY 10 YEAR ANNIVESARY OF RWBY. 10 YEARS SINCE SEASON 1 Premiered.
Note: I do NOT own RWBY or Lord of the Rings. Characters from both series were created and owned by Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth and J.R.R. Tolkien.
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"Legends. Stories scattered through time like rose petals in the wind. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are Remnants. Byproducts of a forgotten past. Of a forgotten age. Of a forgotten people. Of a forgotten world.
"This story… that none now live to remember it…
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"It began in the days of the Second Age of Arda… when the Rings of Power were forged…
"Three rings for the Eleven Kings under the sky. Immortal, wisest, and fairest of all beings…"
"Seven to the dwarf lords in their halls of stone. Great miners and craftsman of the mountain halls…"
"And nine… nine for mortal men doomed to die… who above all else… desired power…"
"For within these rings bound the strength and will to govern each race…"
"But they were all deceived… for another ring was made…"
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"In the land of Mordor where the Shadows lie… 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 blood, his cruelty, his malice, and his will dominate all life…
"One Ring to Rule them all…
"One Ring to Find them…
"One Ring to Bring them all and in the Darkness Bind them…
"In the land of Mordor where the Shadows lie…
"And with it… he brought forth darkness… shadows that crawled out from the black pits left behind by his master, Morgoth. Shadows that existed only to destroy. Shadows that would not rest until all life was destroyed. And so when risen… they heeded their new master's call. By the power of the One Ring…
"With this darkness… one by one, the free lands of Middle-Earth fell to the power of the ring… but there were some… who resisted…
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"The last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor. And seven years into the siege of the dark lord's fortress of Barad-dur… at the slopes of Mount Doom… would take place the decisive duel that will decide the freedom of Middle Earth…"
"Halili Fil!" Gil-galad, the Elven King of Lindon cried out to his army of Elves behind him, as the front of them raised their leaf-like shields in front of them.
The orcs and shadows growled and screeched as they descended the slopes of the fire mountain like rushing water waves ready to crash down upon the invading army of men and elves.
"Tangado Haid!" Gil-galad's herald, Elrond Halfelven ordered, and the archers readied their arrows. Each of the arrow tips glowed with a burning spark.
"Leithio I philinn!" Elrond gave the final order, and after that hundreds of arrows shot through the air and onto the bodies of the dark army. Rows by rows of orc soldiers fell back dead, while the shadows were stuck with arrows looking like porcupines. Dozens of them fell when the arrows struck through their white-skull heads.
"They're still coming through! We must a loose another volley!" A man cried out.
"Not yet!" Elendil, King of Gondor cried out.
"Father!" Isildur, Elendil's son protested.
"A little longer! He'll be here!"
Then came the high screech neighing of a horse.
"LOOK!" A soldier of Gondor cried out.
"There he is…" Cirdan the Shipright, and Gil-galad's lieutenant smiled.
Even the orcs and the shadow creatures paused and looked to spot with dread the abnormal sight.
A white horse galloping across the wasteland towards them.
Yet this horse was different… with being the long pair of feathering wings on both its sides.
And it was not alone… as for its rider…
"YAH!" the rider cried out, being that of a knight coated in silver armor. The regal-like armor was covered by scratches and dents. One could not doubt his armor could still take more after the years of siege against the dark lord's domain.
The knight pulled out what appeared to be his staff, and before his flying steed flew over the dark army, he swung it… to unleash an inferno.
A sudden line of fire cut across the army of orcs and shadows like a burning river spearheading through a chasm. Those that had been caught gave roars of pain as they burned in the flames.
The front rows of the dark army were cut off from the main body.
"OZMA!" A knight of Gondor cheered. "OZMA IS WITH US!" A chorus from his fellow knights emanated his cheer. The sight of the knight on the flying steed raised their spirits.
"CHARGE!" Elendil cried out as he held his sword, Narsil, while Gil-galad did the same with his long spear, Aeglos.
Both men and elf charged towards the isolated portion of the dark army, who were unable to retreat due to the still burning line of fire cutting them off.
The men held their shield up before strike with their spears out at the orcs and shadows, before the elven warriors jumped from above to strike at them with their refined blades. Many elves performed double jumps that allow them lash against the shadow creatures, who flailed their claws and fists at them, before the men would strike with their spears and swords from behind. It was no question the shadow creatures were took twice the effort than to kill an orc.
"KILL THEM ALL!" Prince Isildur yelled before swiping his sword across the chest of an attacking orc, before parrying his blade against another.
"Defend yourself!" Cirdan exclaimed as he fought with both sword and hammer. The shipwright parrying a crude trident from a tall armored orc, before using his hammer to shatter his shield, before delivering several strikes at his chest, before finishing him off with a blow of his hammer to the head.
Gil-galad stood in front of his brethren as a trio of shadow monsters approached. The elven king dash and spun Aeglos, slashing at the sides of the monsters, who gave roars of pain. He lifted Aeglos to give a slash that cut off the clawed paw of a shadow, before going to quickly stab another through its belly. At last, he jumped over to pull the third down. With it down on the ground, the Elven king didn't give it a chance as he lifted Aeglos up to stab it down unto the shadow's skull-like mask, vanquishing it.
Ozma's steed neighed before starting to descend from the air and back onto the battlefield at the side of his allies.
Dozens of orcs growled and drew their spears and reared their sickles towards him…
…but the knight on the winged horse rushed through the line of orcs with little effort. The knight swung his sword to slice open the heads of many orcs and break through their shields and armor like eggshells.
When the orcs failed, a spider-like shadow creature with a jaw like that of a crocodile launched towards the knight…
…till in less than a second the knight and his horse dashed at a great speed to appear under the belly of the creature… before he pulled his staff that brought forth an exploding blight of light. The growing ball of light rumbled in the stomach of the creature, before it exploded the latter in a splatter of black mass that spread for meters. It did not deter the knight as he continued cut down through the dark army alongside his winged horse.
"Forward! Ozma is with us!"
"Follow the kings! Follow Gil-galad! Follow Elendil!"
"For Gondor! For Anor!"
"Victory is near!"
"But the power of the One Ring… could not be undone…
"…!"
The fighting suddenly… came to a halt.
The soldiers stopped swinging their swords and set down their shields… as he walked forth.
The new figure towered almost 10 feet high.
The figure was draped all in armor as it were shaped by the blackest minds of the world. Armor that covered all manner of his body and limbs in sharp and intricate detail. His visage… being like that of an unearthly creature, with horns like swords, and the helm coated over the face like daggers coated together, and only two holes were meant to be the eyes for the figure. His shoulders were coated with spikes, and even more armor draped his limbs all the way to his sharp-footed greaves. His arms and hands looked almost as if they were made of pure black charcoal rather than flesh, even as they held a long, terrifying mace.
He went to bring up the mace to swing, and if the soldiers had the time to look closely, they would immediately spot the shining, gold circlet at the forefinger of the dark lord's right hand. The only piece of color that contrasted with the dark visage that was him.
One Ring to Rule them all.
In what seemed like forever… the Dark Lord made his move.
Sauron swung his mace towards the closet men and elves, and when his sharp mace made contact, the soldiers were flung like trash in the air by the powerful force emitting from the weapon. The bladed mace glowed crimson, even as the dark lord stomped forward and continued swiping against dozens of soldiers with each slash.
The attacks became worse.
One Gondor soldier was dealt a horrid fate when the dark lord swung his mace like a hammer that smashed his skull all the way down to his feet. Sauron pulled back his bloody mace from what was bloody, squashed mush on the black ground.
The dark lord dashed with surprised speed through crowd, deadlier than how a plow would rip apart a field. With him bring his mace up to sweep men and elves in the air… before he swung back hard to crush several of them in one spot.
"ENOUGH!"
The dark lord barely had time to turn, he wouldn't have the time to raise his mace to parry the strike coming from the rushing sight of Ozma galloping on his flying steed soaring over in the air and rushing down towards him.
It happened fast when Ozma raised his now-glowing blue sword and…
"RAHH!"
…brought it swiftly down to land a direct hit on the face of the dark lord and…
The dark lord… made a flick of ring finger.
As Ozma's blade was brought down, a sudden glowing black bubble swallowed the tip of the sword.
"Curse it!" Ozma growled internally.
A millisecond later, another black bubble appeared... a foot behind Ozma… and protruding out of it was the missing tip of his sword… dashing forward to embed itself into his skull…
*CLANG!
The tip of the Ozma's sword collided against the hard metal of his shield… which the sorcerer knight had raised up at the last second.
Ozma had sought to make a solid strike at the dark lord, who managed to use his dark power to conjure a black bubble to absorb the strike of his adversary's sword to enter the void. He had thought to backfire Ozma's strike against him by precuring another void bubble behind him… where it the striking tip of the blade would end up striking the wizard and ended him right there and then…
…only for the sorcerer to anticipate it and block it.
Time seemed to slow for the two adversaries… as they regarded one another.
From behind his silver helm… Ozma's golden eyes glowed with a burning fury as they glared back at the visage of the dark lord.
Likewise… Sauron returned the hateful glare with full force… even though his face was covered by a malevolent visage of metal. Except for a pair of eyes… that glowed like fire and glared back at the golden eyes.
With a grunt, Ozma pulled back his sword from the bubble, and heaved his horse burst away from the dark lord's space… galloping towards his allies.
"GIL!" Ozma yelled.
Gil-galad responded as he dashed towards winged horse, pulling out Aeglos and dragging the sharp tip of it against the ash-filled ground. Burning sparks crackled from the friction between the silver-bladed spear's tip being dragged at incredible speed against the ground.
Ozma re-equipped his staff and waved it at Gil-galad's direction. A sudden series of blue glyphs appeared before the Elven King of Lindon's path like a rock across a stream. With each step onto them, it caused the Elven King's speed to multiply exponentially. He dashed at superspeed before jumping in the air towards Ozma.
"NOW!" Ozma raised his shield for Gil-galad to hop on before a final glyph was conjured between the shield's surface and the king's feet… before the latter was shot through the air like an arrow straight from a crossbow… towards Sauron.
The dark lord quick raised his hand, for his ring to glow… and suddenly conjured glowing golden glyphs that circled around to form a circular shield in front of him.
"RAAHHH!" Gil-galad yelled as he still propelled through the air, raising Aeglos and aiming it towards his adversary. The spear glowed before its tip was enshrouded with a burning white flame that bared resemblance to a burning meteorite falling through the night sky.
Gil-galad's burning spear soon collided with Sauron's golden orange shield.
The glyph shield stayed at the first the impact of the sharp spear… but Gil-galad's built-up momentum still persevered to continue his assault. The first surface of Sauron's shield broke, allowing Gil-galad's shield to plunge further. The second surface held longer, causing Gil-galad to grit his teeth and pour more power into Aeglos' assault. Before long, the spear broke through the second surface.
Sauron sensed the imminent danger, causing him to lift up his mace… before the spear broke through glowing shield.
The spear would have cut through to the dark lord's chest piece… had he not lift his mace in time to take the blow. And then came the sound of a crack.
Sauron sensed danger again, when he moved before he almost felt stinging pain cutting at his leg. The dark lord pushed back Gil-galad to see the being slashing his longsword.
Elendil, who snarled like an animal at the dark lord, while bearing Narsil with both hands.
The High King of Arnor and Gondor, dashed to bring about a relentless assault at the dark lord.
Sauron was taken aback by the High King's sudden ferocity; he lifted his mace to parry the attacks.
The High King quickly lifted Narsil back to strike it back at the dark lord, faster than how a woodcutter would cut wood. The sound of the longsword clashing against the mace echoing throughout the battlefield.
"Ne Rubrak, Elendil! Sesi ne Rubrak!" Gil-galad cried out from afar.
Elendil gasped before Sauron lifted his mace again to deliver a fatal strike, and he saw the opportunity before him.
A shapely crack on the unholy mace… that Gil-galad had made when his spear had broken through the dark lord's shield and struck at his mace instead.
Sauron swung the mace towards Elendil's head.
"FATHER!" Isildur cried out from afar.
*CLACK!
Sauron… froze in shock.
Elendil intercepted the blow… Narsil struck at the crack on the mace… and getting stuck in it, pausing the dark lord's fatal attack.
That caused a pause… that Gil-galad exploited.
"HAAAAARGH!" the elven king yelled as he jumped into the air with his spear again… and struck at the dark lord's neck.
The dark lord's head twisted back when he felt a gash when the elvish spear cut at his neck.
It was not over, as Gil-galad flipped to bring multiple swings of his staff at the dark lord's chest. Before the Elven King jumped and brought Aeglos down flat… and slammed it against Sauron's armored wrist. Causing the dark lord to let go of his mace.
Now without his weapon, the dark lord swung his gauntlets in a stance to brace against Gil-galad's continued onslaught.
Gil-galad pulled back his spear to unleash a flurry of quick jabs at an accelerated rate at Sauron.
It was then at one jab… the blade of Aeglos embedded into the open hand of Sauron.
*STRUCK!
Then came the sound… of a sword… protruding through the chest…
All became silent on the battlefield.
The dark lord felt silent… he turned his attention away from Gil-galad… to look down… on Elendil… who had stabbed Narsil… into his unprotected stomach.
The embedded sword… was starting to be soaked with dark-red blood that leaked from the wound. And soon… the dark lord coughed up blood that started dripping from under his helmet.
"NOW, OZMA!" Elendil cried out to his comrade. "NOW IS YOUR CHANCE! STRIKE HIM DOWN!"
"ARGHHH!" Ozma yelled as he charged back towards the dark lord with his winged steed galloping through the battlefield.
Their strategy had worked.
Even with his power… Sauron's physical body still had its limits. And the blow he had stained from Narsil would at least subdue him for Ozma to finally bring the killing blow.
However, another sound from the dark lord.
Not a cry. Nor a grunt of pain or frustration.
Rather… a chuckle.
That alone caused both Elendil and Gil-galad to pause.
Even with the blood leaking from his mask, Sauron started chuckling louder, before it erupted into a full-blown cackle. The insidious cackle echoed from beneath the mask-plate, and it only caused both kings to look from confusion to growing fright… and it was too late.
With a quick motion of his hand… the ring… the ring that was still on Sauron's finger… glowed… and erupted a blinding light.
Both Gil-galad and Elendil recoiled, pulling their weapons away from the dark lord.
Ozma and his winged steed halted back by the blinding light. They reacted too late when the Sauron charged towards them… rearing his spiked head towards the belly of the steed.
The dark lord's blade-like crown punctured suddenly into the white belly of the horse, it cried out in great pain, before it was forced to rear back… and dropped Ozma back onto the ground. Sauron wasted no time as grabbed the horse with both hands… and brought it down to crush it against Ozma.
Ozma cried out in pain as the dark lord brought his injured horse down on him, breaking his ribs and no doubt his leg. The winged horse had been used like an axe, its body was bleeding internally, and its own ribs and legs broken by the assault. It didn't stop when the dark lord brought it down, before using his strength to rip off one of its wings. It gave a final cry of despair before Sauron brought his metal fist onto his head and ended him.
Gil-galad was now crawling, to reach for Aeglos…
The dark lord didn't let him, as the Elven King found himself lifted by the throat by the dark hand of the dark lord, who lifted him up. The elf struggled as he clawed his hands to his choked neck, before his face was brought to Sauron's level.
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Despite the pressure of his windpipe almost being constricted, the King of Lindon glowered a hateful glare towards the dark lord.
"Nay… elfilion na fi el… naga daka taier…" Gil-galad spat in his native tongue.
Sauron only tilted his head.
Then his ring glowed… as when his gauntlet started to glow. Not glowing… it was the temperature of the metal rising. Causing the metal's color to turn red and orange. It went to the fingers closing around Gil-galad's throat.
Gil-galad wailed in horrid screech as steam poured out as the burning metal fingers seared around his exposed throat. Next, the fingers then burned to a golden yellow that started to boil a burning heat that traveled from the king's throat to his skull. Gil-galad didn't have time to scream further when the skin of head burned red…
…before his head erupted on fire.
"NOOOO!" Elrond screamed, as did many of Gil-galad's host as they watched in horror as their great king was killed… in such a horrifying and gruesome manner at the dark lord's hand. Literally.
"No… No…" Ozma whimpered, as the man tried to crawl himself out from under the corpse of his crumpled, now-dead horse.
The dark lord crushed in his hand what was left of Gil-galad's ash-soaked skull, the remains falling out as burnt shards and dust to the ground.
Sauron was not done yet, as he looked back at Elendil, who scrambled for Narsil. The dark lord dashed with a sudden speed… and took of hold of Elendil's ankle, just as the king regained hold of his longsword.
The dark lord quickly lifted Elendil up before he waved his whole body through air… before he swung and slammed him against a rugged cliff wall, worse than a ragdoll.
"FATHEEEERRR!" Isildur cried out with great grief, before it turned to rage upon turning his attention towards the dark lord.
The prince roared as he charged in blind with only his sword towards Sauron, who stood unmoving. Indifferent to the threat that was Elendil's son. He flicked his ring finger again, causing his downed mace to levitate up… before it spined towards Isildur. The bulk of the chipped mace slammed into the prince's chest, sending him flying in the air… and landing not so far from his father.
"ATTACK HIM! AVENGE THE KINGS! TAKE HIM ALL AT ONCE!"
A bulk of the men and elves charged with rage towards the dark lord.
"NO, YOU FOOLS! STAY BACK!" Cirdan called out, but it was all in vain.
Sauron lifted his hand in direction of the group rushing towards him… and then…
The group of men and elves were suddenly levitated from the ground. They started to panic and cried for help. The ring on the dark lord's hand glowed, before he made a crushing motion.
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The men and elves in the air froze… the dread falling upon them… before it was too late. As if they were gravitating around an invisible magnet, they were suddenly pulled into the center, crushing against one another. The crushing didn't stop as a force compounded their bodies before their flesh and armor broke apart. Then came the bloodcurdling wails from the doomed souls as their flesh and armor started shredding and compacting together into a horrid swirling ball that the dark lord controlled. The ball started growing smaller and smaller… till it dissolved into atoms.
The remaining men and elves balked in complete horror and shock by the extent of the Lord of Mordor's sudden power.
Cirdan grimaced with shock, while Elrond next to him stood petrified with great horror.
Sauron merely pulled back his hand and waved it off with a hint of amusement.
Ozma had finally crawled out from under the weight of his dead steed, yet he bruised and battered with ribs and his leg broken.
"Not now… it can't end like this… not…" Ozma whimpered… before a shadow fell upon him.
Soon after, Ozma made a cry… for when the dark lord lifted Aeglos and forced its edge into the man's stomach.
"GARGH…!" Ozma gritted his teeth when the dark lord pressed the elven spear of his now dead comrade even further. The man no longer wanted to wail further for his enemy's sadistic pleasure in his suffering.
They had been close. So close.
The blow Elendil had done would have finished any being. But the dark lord was not like any being. Not when he wore the glowing gold band on his finger.
Sauron lifted the blade of the staff from Ozma with a huff, before he could…
"Father…" Sauron turned at the sound of the pathetic whimper coming from behind. He turned at the sight of the prince crawling and coming upon the bloody body of dead sire. Elendil had been swung and slammed to the stone cliffside with such force the dark lord made with little effort, it would look anything recognizable.
Sauron took his attention away from Ozma and walked towards Isildur and his father.
"It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father sword…
"Father, please. Not you. Not you…" Isildur was about to sob… when the shadow came upon him.
The dark lord crouched closer to him, and Isildur's grief switched back to rage and desperation. The prince had lost hold of his own sword when the spinning levitating mace him back. He then glanced with widened eyes at the sight of his Narsil, his father's sword… still gripped in the hand of his father.
The prince swiftly grabbed hold of its hilt ready to…
*CRACK!
Isildur pulled back the blade… only to look in horror… that blade had been broken. He had been too late to bring up… when the dark lord quickly stomped his foot upon the fine blade. The long, once-flawless blade breaking in several pieces, leaving only a short, slanted blade at the hilt.
It was practically useless now. Isildur had nothing left to defend himself with. Nothing left to fight with. To avenge his father. To defend his people. To save those he held dear at that moment.
Not even when Sauron leaned forward with his hand stretched open towards Isildur… ready to end him.
At the moment, all the fear, hatred, and frustration overcame Isildur… knowing it was the end.
"NEYAAHH!"
With a cry and closed eyes, Isildur slashed the broken blade at the dark lord, all with the vain instinct to keep his father's killer away from him.
*SLASH!
Then came another cry. But it was not Isildur's cry.
The cry turned into an agonizing howl, Isildur realized that it wasn't his own, as this one sounded horrid and almost inhuman.
Isildur opened his eyes, and he was welcomed by a sight he never tought he would see.
Sauron, the dark lord… kneeled down… howling like an injured wolf… clutching his dark hand… which was missing a finger.
His ring finger.
The ring was missing from him.
Isildur was baffled and glanced away… before he saw the ring.
The ring… still encircled upon Sauron's right index finger… now severed… by Narsil's broken edge… was sitting on the ash ground… where it had fallen right next to him.
The dark lord coughed violently, as he gazed upon his severed finger with his ring still on it. Before long, the dark lord made effort to extend his hand to take it back when…
*STAB!
Sauron arched back violently… when Aeglos was shot and sticking out his chest like an arrow. The sight caused Isildur to balk in shock. The prince looked back… to see who threw Gil-galad's spear like a throwing lance skewering a wild boar.
Ozma… who could barely stand on his feet, blood leaking from his mouth, all the while holding to his ancient sword.
The sorcerer knight wasted no time, when he conjured a glyph from beneath his feet, and his figure dash with accelerated speed not like that of an injured man. The man's face was roaring with desperate determination and instinct. He yelled at the top of his lungs another glyph was formed from under him… that allowed him to jump overhead of the dark lord's figure. And in midair, Ozma gave another yelled as he brought his sword back… before he descended towards Sauron… bring his sword down…
…unto the exposed gash Gil-galad had inflicted on dark lord's neck before.
Sauron was too late to grab for his lost ring finger… when the glowing crystal-like blade slammed into the back of his neck. The dark lord panicked like never before as the blade creased in deeper in his neck. The gash Gil-galad had made had given Ozma the opening he needed. He was out of his reach of ultimate power and had to lift off the enemy that was getting close to destroying him. He could not let that happen. He would not allow it.
He was so caught in his panic of Ozma's attack, he did not register Isildur's presence. The prince seeing the whole scene before him… and Ozma's plan. Determination and willpower were etched back into the prince's soul. With a yell, Isildur rushed up from the ground with his Narsil's broken blade. With another mighty yell, he pulled back the broken blade… shove it right into the eyehole of the dark lord's mask.
Sauron gave another horrid yell when he felt the same accursed blade that had severed his finger… had been plunged deep into his left eye.
It was this further distraction, was what Ozpin really needed… as he pushed his blade edge… right through the unholy dark lord's neck… and severed…
Isildur pulled back the broken blade… in time as he beheld the sight of Ozma severing and sending the dark lord's helmeted head into the air.
They… they…
They had done it. They had…
Isildur then saw the dark lord's now decapitated body… now glowing…
"BACK! GET BACK! ISILDUR!" Ozma cried out as he fell back to the ground, now limping away from glowing body.
"Ozma…?!" Isildur cried out, confusion bubbling within him.
"GET BACK! YOU HAVE TO RUN!" Ozma cried out with all his might for Isildur's sake…
When the Sauron's body glowed like a blue star. With a shining light that encompassed the whole dark land the armies in it.
It exploded a massive wave that spread everywhere.
The remaining men and elves recoiled back and covered their eyes at the sudden shockwave.
The orcs fell back in great shock and horror at what had befell their esteemed lord.
The shockwave spread throughout the land of Mordor… where even the shadows… the shadow monsters that had stood back at their master's call… had all started to dissipate into ash… and fell to the ground.
All was silent and the shockwave was finished. The free armies of Middle-Earth were bestowed a sight they had dreamed of and had almost lost all of hope of ever seeing.
The sight of Saruman's now empty helmet rolling across the rocky floor, before it stopped silent.
"Sauron, the enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth—was defeated…
"Ozma!" Elrond cried out as he, Cirdan, and several other elves rushed towards the fallen man. The man who had become one of their greatest allies and friend. The man who had become one of the greatest legends to walk the face of Middle-Earth in its darkest time. The man who had fought alongside the likes of Elendil and Gil-galad… to the bloody end during the long years of the great siege. The man who had finally struck the killing blow… on the darkest being to walk Middle-Earth since Morgoth.
And the man was now bleeding from his grievous wounds dealt by Sauron and the exhaustion he had put to end him now taking him.
"These wounds…" Cirdan grimaced at Ozma's state, especially the bleeding red puddle leaking from his stomach. "These are most grievous…"
"My friend…" Elrond kneeled to heave Ozma up… till the man took hold of the elf's hand with a vice.
"No… it is…" Ozma coughed out blood. "It is not… over yet…" Elrond's eyes widened. "The ring… his ring… it… must be… destroyed… destroy it… for…"
"No… Ozma…" Elrond cried out in vain when Ozma's head fell back, and his eyes were unmoving.
For he had passed.
Meters away from them… Isildur was conscious again… and the first thing he saw… was the still-severed finger of Sauron… with the golden ring still encased in it. His eyes fell solely focused on it; he ignored his surroundings. The prince took hold of the finger with the golden ring in it.
"The ring had passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever…
"Isildur, hurry!" The prince glanced up to see Eldrond and Cirdan approaching. "Our task is not yet done!"
It was not long after, both Gil-galad's herald and lieutenant brought the heir of Gondor before the fiery inferno. At the heart of what was once called Orodruin. Now known to all as Fire of Doom. The forge of the dark lord.
"It's time now! Let us honor Ozma's last wish! Here and now!" Cirdan exclaimed as the three of them stood on a ledge above the lake of fire that flowed and churned evermore.
"Isildur!" Elrond called out to the bearer of Sauron's ring. "Cast it into the fire!"
Isildur barely registered his comrades' cries… for he held up the ring in his hand. And how it shined so brightly with its flawless form of pure gold. And how entranced he was by it.
"What are delaying the action for?!" Cirdan exclaimed. "For the sake of our king, for Ozma, your father, and all those who we have lost!"
"But the hearts of men… are so easily swayed…"
Isildur finally looked to them… with a smug look in his eyes.
"Isildur!" Elrond cried out. "Destroy it!"
Isildur cradled the ring with both hands, an adamant look in his eyes.
"No."
With that… the prince took his leave from the cracks of doom.
"ISILDUR!" Elrond yelled to the top of his lungs, while Cirdan looked with disbelief.
Time had passed, and the ring had been taken by a new bearer. It was tied up on a chain… that hung around Isildur's neck. The prince riding with his entourage upon the Gladden Fields.
"…yet the ring of power… has a will of its own…"
It happened before they saw it… when an orc jumped upon Isildur, violently pushing him off his horse. And soon the prince's whole entourage was ambushed by orcs.
"It betrayed Isildur—to his death…"
Floating upon the river, Anduin, a body encased in armor and red cloak flowed with the river's quiet current. Several arrows would be seen sticking from the now-dead prince's back.
Isildur, son of Elendil had passed… and the ring passed from him… into the watery depths of Anduin…
"The very thing that should not have been forgotten… was lost…"
"History became legend…"
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"Legend became myth…"
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"And for two and half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge…"
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"Until… when chance came… it ensnared a new bearer…"
It had been millennia since the ring had been brought out into the world, after it had slept in at the waterbed of the river.
Until a pair of eyes had spotted its golden gleam in the dirt before a hand was extended to grab and bring it back up into the open world.
After so long the ring had been found by a new bearer… only for it to be taken away so soon… by another…
"My… precious…"
"The ring came to the creature, Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there… it consumed him…"
The strange creature had crawled away from the world he had once known. Cut himself away from it, in both body and spirit. Deep he wandered into the caves where the sun's light would no longer disturb him. Creeping past the caves full of goblins and snakes.
Deeper and deeper… to where goblins would not dwell.
To where sunlight would not enter.
To where the wind would not breeze.
To where the sounds of trees could not reach.
Dark and dreary it was… and silent it would be… if not for the sounds that would echo throughout the caverns.
"It came to me… my love… my own… my… precious… GOLLUM!"
"The ring brought forth 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 crept back into the forest of the world…"
"Rumor grew of a Shadow in the East…"
"Whispers of a nameless fear…"
"Of a necromancer massing power to rise again…"
"And the Ring of Power perceived… its time had now come…"
It happened when one day… the ring had slipped off Gollum's finger as well.
"It abandoned Gollum…"
"But something happened then, the ring did not intend…"
"It was found… by the most unlikely creature... one with a pair... of silver eyes…"
"Huh? Well, what have we here?" A young girl cloaked in blue caught hold of the glittering object laying on the cold floor of gloomy cavern, thanks to the glow of the elvish blade in her hands. She picked it up, bringing it up to gaze at the shining gold with her silver eyes.
"A huntress…"
"Her name…"
"Maria Calavera…"
"Gold? A gold ring!" Maria spoke in awe of her discovery.
"LOST!" The young woman's trance on the golden ring was interrupted when she heard Gollum's wail echoing further along the caverns, from the island in the middle of the underground lake that was his home. "The precious is lost!"
"Oh..." Maria muttered.
"Thief! Thief, Silver Eyes! Thief!" The young girl quickly bolted away with the ring in hand as the creature gave chase to her. "It stole our Precious! Our Precious! Our birthday present! Thief, Silver Eyes! We hates it forever! We hates it… FOREVER!"
"It is said that silver eyes can bring about the most brilliant light. Light that would shape the fortunes of all. But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone… darkness shall return."
- RWBY -
- War of the Ring -
For Monty and J.R.R. Tolkien.
Next chapter
July 29th