Lord Of The Rings- My Version
Long, long ago, rings of power were made, three for the elves, wisest and the farest of all creatures, seven for the dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the great mountain halls. And nine. Nine rings were gifted to the race of men, who above all desired power and immortality. Within these rings bound the fate of all races together. But all were deceived. It was when the great dark lord Sauron forged himself a master ring, One ring of power. One ring to rule them all. One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all. And in the darkness bind them. That was the one master ring, who alone answered to Sauron. And one by one, every villiage of every race, fell to the power of the ring. But some.... resisted....
             A Last Aliance formed of men and elves, went up against the dark lord and his thousands of Orcs. The Las Aliance marched down to the land of doom- Mordor, and there, they fought.
"Prepare the arrows" commanded te ekven leader, Elrond, who today still lives.
           Orcs came closer, yet the aliance seemed calm, but deep inside them tehy were anxious and nervous.
"Fire the arrows" Elrond commanded.
            As he did, a hundred arrows went whizing past, as each row of elves and men launched a hundred arrows as the row in front of them ducked. Killing many Orcs, there were still thousands left. Orcs came closer and closer, and gre to close combat range, where thet used swords and knifes. Many deaths happened on those ledges in Mordor. But victory was near. But sadly enough... the power of the ring could not be won against. When the king Elendi took his sword attempting to kill the dark lord Sauron, Sauron easily threw him against the sharp rock walls, killing the king. In that moment, hope had faded and faith was lost entirely, faith for the fact they might still have a chance. It was also in this moment that Isildur, son of the king, took up his fathers sword, swinging it at a random spot cut off the hand with the ring. As it fell to the ground, so did Sauron, at last, did the most feared enemy of Middle Earth fall. But an amazing thing happened. As Sauron fell, a large grayish-transparent (I know, I made that word up) cloud sweeped over everything, killing all of the Orcs, leaving the men and elves unharmed or injured.
             The ring passed to Isildur, giving him the one and only chance to defete evil forever. But humans hearts are weak and are easily corrupted. Elrond walked over.
"Isildur, follow me, hurry!" Elrond said to Isildur as he rose.
              Isildur followed Elrond to the top of Mount Doom, into the firey chasm where it was made. On a unstable rock ridge, that was crumbling at hte moment, they walked on that, reaching inside the volcano. Where down below lava boiled and bubbled, steam rose, a smell more fowl then anything you've ever smelt before also laid in that chasm.
"Isildur, throw the ring in!" Elrond yelled, quite loud, having to yell over the sound of bubbling lava and steam with the ocasional boom.
              Isildur only said one word.
"No."
               And that was that, Elrond yelling after the walking away Isildur. On paper that was lost Isildur wrote:

The ring of power has come to me. It will be an heirloom to my kingdom. My ancestors soon to come shall inheirit it. To use it to govern the kingdom and protect it.
The letters on the ring, a form of elvish, soon disappear as I hold it in my hand. The letters hidden until the ring engulfed by flame once more. The letters on the ring saying:
One Ring to Rule Them All. One Ring to Find them. One Ring to Bring Them All. And in the Darkness Bind Them.
And that was that, Isildur left. Only caring for the ring, and power and immortality, and his kingdom. But the ring of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur to his death. Some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. Story became history, history became myth, myth became legend. And for 2 and a half thousand years, the ring lived in silence. until it ensnared a new bearer, it came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the misty mountains. And there it counsumed him, poisioning his mind, as shadows grew in the east. 500 years later, the ring abandoned Golum, and came upon a new bearer. But this new bearer was someone that you would least expect to find a ring, especially a ring of power like so. The race of a fairy, but this was no oridinary fairy, she was a very small, thin, long haired, tourquois-ish-grey eyes and freckles, and very pretty, but she was strong, very wise with incredible senses. But what make her most unordinary was the fact that she held the Ring of Power. And she had brought it back to where she lived, taking it back to the beautiful Shire. She lived in hobbiton, amongst quite fine hobbits. One day, the ring on a thin silver chain around her neck, she was sitting in a tree, on a very small branch, reading a thick book, of history of Mordor and the great war for the freedom of Middle Earth. What also made her unordinary was the face she was into those kinds of things. Especially Mordor. She knew lots of languages, elvish, dwarf, all of the many languages of man and languages out of Middle Earth. She knew the language of Mordor, but little of it. She kept on reading, in silence, getting into her book. There was a voice and a sound of a cart comming down the small path that lay by the tree. The strange fairy looked up and leaned over slightly gazing down the path, there she saw an old man, driving a cart. Long grey and white hair with overgrown grey and white eyebrows, underneath had blue eyes that showed wisdom.
"Gandalf!" Aki said with much excitment and she leaped down from the tree, book still resting up there and ran to the edge of the path, as the cart moved at a pace inbetween slow and fast.
"You're late!" Aki said, putting her hands on her hips.
"A Wizard is never late, Aki, nor is he early, he arrives precisly when he means to, expecially this wizard," Gandalf said, looking up at her underneath his brows. He had a stern look on his face and fireworks in the back of his cart.
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