"𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧,
𝐀 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠."
A traitor to her former king, an outcast to some, and a stranger to even herself, a child of war a...
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It began many thousand years ago, when rings of power were forged and gifted to the great races of Middle-Earth. Three were gifted to the immortal elven-Kings under the sky, the fairest of all the races. Seven to the resilient dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, the greatest crafters of Middle-Earth. Nine to mortal men doomed to die and to rule nations that would always be stained with the blood of needless wars. Within these rings was bound the strength and the will to govern each race, so that Middle-Earth could live in peace and prosperity for all the ages to come. But they were all deceived, for another ring was made.
Deep in the forsaken land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron crafted a ring which glittered with malice and cruelty from the moment it was created. A master ring to control all other rings, and into this ring he poured his greed, his hatred, 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, and the burning conviction and hope of the races flickered against Sauron's dark campaign. But when his victory seemed near, there were those who took up their swords and gave one final, valiant stand. A last alliance of the kingdoms 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.
The Battle of Dagorland was a nightmare of blood and steel that none could escape. Sauron himself was in the midst the carnage, bearing the One Ring and killing any who dared to challenge him. The ruthless overwhelmed the compassionate; the tyrannical tore through the ranks of the defiant. Slowly, the fire of hope died out under the onslaught of darkness. It was in this moment, when all seemed lost, that Isildur, prince of Gondor, took up his father's sword and with it struck down the Dark Lord.
Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated, his servants scattered and hunted down, and the world was made free of the evil in the East forevermore.
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