Hello everyone I hope you will all review this story cause I liked it and this chapter I finished it in two one hour so I’m happy that I’m done.

I will make the next one extra long if more then two people review. : Woohoo!!:

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-Ash 19

-Oak 235

The Past

Ash walked through the two giant doors of the welcoming hall. There he saw him. The leader of his Wood Elf clan. He was a sight to behold. He was dressed in a long black cape and beneath it he wore his dragon scale vest only the difference with Ash’s was that Oak’s vest was made out of Golden scales. Oak stood in his full length of nine foot 2. And beat Ash in two feet. Oak hugged Ash and said “Ash my boy you get taller every time I see you!” (Ash stood at seven foot two.)

Ash didn’t say a thing it was a custom with the Elves not to say anything to someone in higher rank then you. Unless you were spoken to and Oak was a much higher rank than Ash.

Oak laughed at Ash’s behaviour and said “Ash we know each other from since you were a baby. You don’t have to be formal with me.

Ash said “Sorry milord but, if you don’t mind me being rude, I would like to know why you summoned me.” “Yes, Yes of course. Let’s cut to the chase but first I want you to hear this.

Oak started: In the past there where nineteen rings. Of course they where forged by us; The Elf’s. Because of that all rings had magic powers, good powers of course. We only kept three of those rings for our own kind. We gave seven to the dwarves they were our best friends back then. We also gave nine to the humans out of pity for they are mortal. But some things came with the rings. Greed. Hate. Distrust and of course, Death. At first we didn’t notice, of course we suspected some things, but we never really sought anything behind it. The dwarves for example became very protective of their rings. When we came for a visit they would put them in a really good hiding place. When we would ask for them they would look at us like we where some kind of criminals. We made those rings for God’s sake!!! (Oak was fuming right now ^-^)

When we told it was the fault of the rings that they where acting so strange, they told us we were jealous and wanted to steal their rings. They forbid us to come by ever again.

The Humans acted with a lot difference. They just wanted more and more rings. When we told them we couldn’t do that they became mad and selfish. Luckily they never came to stealing the rings. They still had that much dignity. But we couldn’t live with it and we hid our rings.

Only …there was one human that really couldn’t live with a ring that had good powers. He was the evil king Giovanni. He couldn’t and wouldn’t use the powers of his ring for good. So he sold his ring to another human. And with powers of a certain someone, who I will tell about later, he managed to make a ring. But not a ring with good powers. Oh no, the ring was made by someone with a pure evil hart. The ring was of the purest gold. Only the gold was black. Black as a clouded night. But he wasn’t satisfied. He started stealing from the dwarfs and made it look like we did it. That is why they treat us like dirt. And humans you ask? Ha!

He didn’t even have to steal those rings. He used their own greed against them he promised them that with his help they would get more rings. They helped him steal. Eventually their conscience died. They became what we now know as the black riders. Elves who where captured by his forces would be tortured and humiliated until they joined his ranks.

They are now known as Orcs. After years of this he and The Twentieth Ring reached the top of their powers. Ash paled a bit. Yes boy I see you know what I’m talking about.

* THE WAR OF MORDOR * where the few of the dwarves who still trusted us, all the good humans and of course us fought together against him and his undead forces. I was there son.

I saw al those people die… Dwarves…they fought until they couldn’t go on any more…

Humans…they where brave and tried to come within the ranks of mordor…

Elves…we more than once would sacrifice our lives, but to no avail. When our men died…they would just stand up again to join his undead forces. Eventually Lord Azarac a human king made his way up to Giovanni. He fought bravely but was killed. His son Boromil came to his side. And he too battled Giovanni. His sword was shattered by one whip of Giovanni’s powerful blade. He was to be killed. Only when The Dark One’s sword came down he franticly searched the ground…he touched his father’s destroyed sword and swung it… The Dark One’s hand fell of. And all undead creatures died their wanted death. The Dark One died. Or so we thought…

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