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The Return of the Ring
1 ReviewsThe title is kind of self explanitory. The ring is remade, and Sauron is slowly regaining his powers again. Before the original fellowship and company can do anything, they are captured. Now its up...
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Prologue: The Ring returns
Deep in the fiery pits of Mordor, an Orc extracted a pint of lava from a lava pool and put it in a special container. He then walked through the forbidden land, passing other Orcs and Uruk-Hai hard at work.
They were rebuilding what was once the dark land of Mordor, destroyed many years ago in the war of the one ring. It was in dire need of repair, so that the dark Lord would be pleased. It was the Orcs purpose: to please their Lord. The Lord of all things Dark and Evil.
The Orc proceeded up the stairs of a grand central tower, moving quickly to stop the lava from hardening. When he reached the top, he saw a man waiting for him. Well, the more appropriate term for 'man' was 'Wizard'.
Saruman the Dark was the 'man' awaiting the arrival of the lava. His once pure white robes were now black as pitch, along with his hair. The Orc approached quickly.
"Here you are My Lord. Lava from the base of Mount Doom." He said, his voice like fingernails on a chalkboard.
"Excellent..." Saruman said. He strode over to the other side of the room, to a mold in the corner. "Most excellent indeed..."
Saruman carefully poured the red-hot substance into the mold, doing it slowly so as not to not spill any of the viscous liquid. It was all needed for the task at hand. Saruman then waited for a good time, and finally, with repressed excitement, he opened the mold.
Within it, was a ring.
But not just any ring, oh no, it was THE ring. The one ring that would bind the others, and control them. Saruman already had in his possession nine of the rings, the ones from men, but the possibilities were endless once he possessed the remaining ten. Three from the elves, and seven from the dwarves.
The power that he would possess...
No, not just him, but his Lord also.
Lord Sauron: the King of darkness. Once he had this ring in his possession, he would be unstoppable. Like all of those years ago, before the elves and men banded together and destroyed him. Before Isildur sliced off his hand, and took the ring for himself.
The ring was back. And the world would fall into shadows before its destruction.
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Authors note: This gets better.
Prologue: The Ring returns
Deep in the fiery pits of Mordor, an Orc extracted a pint of lava from a lava pool and put it in a special container. He then walked through the forbidden land, passing other Orcs and Uruk-Hai hard at work.
They were rebuilding what was once the dark land of Mordor, destroyed many years ago in the war of the one ring. It was in dire need of repair, so that the dark Lord would be pleased. It was the Orcs purpose: to please their Lord. The Lord of all things Dark and Evil.
The Orc proceeded up the stairs of a grand central tower, moving quickly to stop the lava from hardening. When he reached the top, he saw a man waiting for him. Well, the more appropriate term for 'man' was 'Wizard'.
Saruman the Dark was the 'man' awaiting the arrival of the lava. His once pure white robes were now black as pitch, along with his hair. The Orc approached quickly.
"Here you are My Lord. Lava from the base of Mount Doom." He said, his voice like fingernails on a chalkboard.
"Excellent..." Saruman said. He strode over to the other side of the room, to a mold in the corner. "Most excellent indeed..."
Saruman carefully poured the red-hot substance into the mold, doing it slowly so as not to not spill any of the viscous liquid. It was all needed for the task at hand. Saruman then waited for a good time, and finally, with repressed excitement, he opened the mold.
Within it, was a ring.
But not just any ring, oh no, it was THE ring. The one ring that would bind the others, and control them. Saruman already had in his possession nine of the rings, the ones from men, but the possibilities were endless once he possessed the remaining ten. Three from the elves, and seven from the dwarves.
The power that he would possess...
No, not just him, but his Lord also.
Lord Sauron: the King of darkness. Once he had this ring in his possession, he would be unstoppable. Like all of those years ago, before the elves and men banded together and destroyed him. Before Isildur sliced off his hand, and took the ring for himself.
The ring was back. And the world would fall into shadows before its destruction.
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Authors note: This gets better.
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