This didn't go to be made by me. I'll make use of the people of the Orgullo plot. If you want me to change it, say.

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The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the Earth. I smell it in the air. So much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it. A fire is seen in which prongs are taking out melted metal. It is poured into a mold for casting. The three Elf rings are seen in their owners' hands; Narya, Nenya, and Vilya. They look at them, admiring their beauty. Seven rounds are spread in a circle on a table. Seven Dwarf Lords pick them up and raise them above their heads. Nine Kings of men lower their rings, holding them in front of themselves. So it began with the forging of the great circles. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest, and fairest of all beings—seven to the mountain halls' Dwarf-lords, great miners, and artisans. And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else, desire power. Within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived, for another round was made. Mount Doom spouts off lava and fire, and the land surrounding it is dark and gloomy. Sauron stands inside Mount Doom, creating his Ring. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master ring to control all others. And into this Ring, he poured his cruelty, malice, and will to dominate all life.

Sauron shows the Ring on his forefinger, the Elvish inscription carving itself into the Ring. "One Ring to rule them all." Wild men attack villages, houses erupt in flames, and the townspeople run away screaming in fear. One by one, the free lands of Middle-Earth fell to the power of the Ring. But some resisted. An army of Elves and Men is seen on the field of Dagorlad. A last alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Orcs are seen grunting and ready for battle. Elves and Men let loose arrows into the hordes of Orcs. Armies of Orcs attack the Elves and Men, who fight back bravely. Lord Elrond is seen shouting out commands at the military. The victory was near. But the power of the Ring could not be undone. Sauron steps onto the battlefield, carrying a mace and the Ring of Power on his finger. Everyone turns and looks at him with fear in their eyes. He swings his mace, sending a group of Elves flying through the air. Elendil raises his sword to strike, but Sauron flings him against a rock, crushing him. Shocked, Isidur runs over to his fallen father. Suddenly, he is aware of someone behind him; he rolls over, seeing Sauron towering above him.

At this moment, when all hope had faded, Isildur, son of the King, took up his father's sword. Isildur grabs the hilt of Narsil, but Sauron stomps on it, shattering the blade. Sauron reaches down towards Isildur with the hand carrying the Ring. With a desperate attempt, Isildur lets out a cry and strikes Sauron's hand with the shards of Narsil, slicing off the finger bearing the One Ring. Sauron let's out a cry. He implodes, sending a shockwave throughout the battlefield, knocking the Warriors off. His armor falls to the ground, his body gone. Smoke emerges from within the armor. Sauron, the enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. Isildur slowly reaches for the remains of Sauron's finger bearing the Ring. The finger turns to ash in his hands, but the Ring shimmers faintly. 

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. Isildur is riding through the forest with a group of warriors. The Ring is on a chain around Isildur's neck. A group of Orcs ambushes them. Isildur is knocked off his horse by an Orc, and they tumble to the ground. His men fight bravely against the Orcs, but it doesn't look hopeful. Isildur looks around desperately and sees the Ring around his neck. He jerks the chain off and puts the Ring on, and disappears. Bushes spread as he runs through them, yet nothing is seen of him being there. He splashes into the lake and is swimming away underwater when the Ring leaves his finger. He reaches for it vainly, and Orcs spot his body and kill him on the surface. It betrayed Isildur to his death. 

Isildur floats down Anduin face down in the water, dead, with three arrows in his back. The Ring sinks into the depths of the river. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became a legend, legend became myth, and for two and a half thousand years, the Ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when the chance came, it ensnared a new bearer. The Ring is half covered in dirt, and a hand reaches down and picks it up out of the water. It glistens in that hand covered in mud. "My Precioussssssss" The Ring came to the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there, it consumed him. The Misty Mountains are cold and dry. Gollum sits on a stone above a little pool inside the mountains. "It came to me. My own. My love. My own. My prrrecioussssss! *Gollum*" the creature gurgles. The Ring brought 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 forest of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived its time had come. It abandoned Gollum.

The Ring falls, bouncing off the rocks, and landing in a pile of dirt. But something happened then the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable.

A young Bilbo appears. He is on the ground, his hand groping through the dirt until it stumbles upon the Ring. He picks it up, looking at it. "What's this?" he asks for none in particular and smiles. A Hobbit. Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. "A ring." suddenly form after the voice of Gollum sounds wailing and despair. "Lossssst! My precious is lost!" Bilbo, alarmed, puts the Ring in his pocket. For the time will soon come when Hobbits shape the fortunes of all.

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