MAIN STORY

It all began with the forging of the rings, 3 were given to the Eleves... Imortal, wisest, and fairest of all... 7to the Dwarf Lords... Great Miners and Craftsmen... And 9... 9 rings were gifted to the race of men... Who above all else, desired power... For Within these great rings was the strength and will to rule the nations... And it was all right, for a time... In The Lands of Mordor, in the shadow of mount doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secert, a mass ring of Destruction... And within that ring he poured his cruellty, his madness, and his will to dominate ALL LIFE...

One by one, the lands fell to the will of the ring, but there were some, who resisted...

A last alliance of Men, and Elves fought against the Great hosts of Mordor, Victory was near... When the Dark Lord Sauron showed up himself, killing all in his way, Including the king of men... At that moment, When all hope had faded... Isildur took up his father's sword...

"Isildur had the Ring," I said, "And when I led him to the flaming pit of Mordor, he took for himself... I was there... I was there 3,000 years ago when the strength of men failed..."

"We can ask no more of Frodo," Gandalf said, "He has done enough... And a lot more."

"He voluteered to take the ring..." I told him. "You as well. I asked nothing of him..."