It began with the forging of the great rings. Three were given to the elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of men, who
above all else desired power. 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. 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 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 men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor and 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. It was in this moment when all hope had faded that Isildur, son of the King, took up his father's sword... Sauron, the enemy of the free peoples of Middle Earth was defeated.
The ring should have been destroyed. It was not. The greed of men allowed evil to endure that day. In time, the ring became lost, passing into legend, then myth, until the ring passed out of all knowledge. Forgotten in history, it has only recently resurfaced,
and a new alliance of the free peoples of Middle Earth march again, while a simple Hobbit takes the One Ring to the fires of Mount Doom where it may be destroyed once and for all.
Our story begins not with these struggles. While the free men of Middle Earth face battle on the front lines, the forces of darkness move to claim victory in the most unlikely of manners imaginable. There is a shadow falling upon the venerable ladies of Middle
Earth, and it threatens to consume even your narrator herself, the Lady Galadriel.
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