The Fallen Star (LOTR fanfic)

I'm not very good at writing descriptions and this is my first story and fanfic I don't own any of the characters as they are J.R.R. Tolkien's creations. I will also use content from other stories that make references to stars, ex. Peter Pan. The only character I own is Arista.

Here is an excerpt of the story. (Its the intro)

The world has changed, what once was is no more and what once was known is lost.

From legend to myth the origin of the One Rings forging went, from generation to generation until all knowledge of its existence passed down into nothing but stories and rumors.

Its true origin was forgotten...No, not forgotten for there are still those who remember.

In Middle-Earth only the few who knew of the forging of the Rings of Power were the Elves. The fairest and wisest of creatures in Middle-Earth, but besides them there were also those who knew of the Rings story, who knew of what truly happened because they were there, watching the events that would define the fate of Middle-Earth unfold.

The stars.

Yes, the stars. The stars held infinite wisdom for they watched over the world, but not just one they watched over many worlds. Different realms they looked over, watching mankind and all the different creatures.
They watched the ages pass. Seeing kingdoms rise and fall, how legends were born and made. How darkness rose and fell to the unyielding light. And many if not all of them saw a shadow beginning to grow in the realm of Middle-Earth, looming in the East, slowly increasing in power.
Yet the stars cared not for this growing darkness, for it did not concern them. They were merely spectators in a vast universe, and true to their roles as spectators all their attention was turned to the race of men, elves and dwarves, for their curiosity grew on the battle that would soon define the fate of Middle-Earth.
However they were unaware that the growing darkness had taken an interest in them.