“It began with the forging of the Rings of Power. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven were given to the Dwarves, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. For within these rings was bound the power and the will to rule each race. But they were all of them deceived, for deep in the land of Mordor, the Dark Lord Sauron forged another ring, a master ring, and into this ring he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate every living thing. One ring to rule them all.
One by one, the free peoples 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 very 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.”
Sauron appears, crushing a dozen men with each blow of his huge mace.
“It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father’s sword.”
Isildur picks up sword, Sauron breaks it, but Isildur uses the broken blade to cut off Sauron’s fingers, and the Ring.
“And Sauron, 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.”
Isildur attacked by goblins, dies in the river, and the Ring is lost in the water.
“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, the ring ensnared another bearer.”
Gollum finds the Ring in the riverbed.
Gollum: “My Precious, my own.”
“The ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels under the Misty Mountains, and there it consumed him.”
Gollum: “It came to me, my own, my love, my Precious...”
“The ring gave to Gollum 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 forests of the world.
Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived that its time had come.
It abandoned Gollum, but then something happened that the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable.
A hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire.”
Bilbo: “What’s this? A Ring!”
Gollum: “Lost! My Precious is lost!”
“For the time will soon come when hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.”