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.
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 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 should not have 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 ensnared a new bearer.
