Author's Note: Happy New Year's and New Year's Eve to all! So, my New Year's resolution is to write and update more often. And since I'm bad with New Year's resolutions, I'll start in the old year. ;) So I'll update this story every day until it's done. Enjoy! :)

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The Forging

It was cold, cold and lonely without a body. Sauron's evil malice was poured away from Its Master, cut away, separated, and It did not like it. The rock under It was too crude, the lava below It too uncertain, the air around It too free. It could find no suitable host for Its majesty.

And then It noticed a lone band of gold, shimmering in the heat, engraved with red markings in It's own speech. It liked this body. It was pure, it was beautiful, it called for the malice to live within its golden halls. And so the most evil of objects in Middle-Earth was created, to look precious and pure, and yet be utterly corrupt and filled with darkness.

The Ring liked being on Its Master's finger. It was whole, It was warm, It was powerful, It had control. Control of the world.

Control over all. It sensed seven rings for Dwarves, creatures of gold and greed. It sensed nine rings for Men, creatures of corruption and cruelty. Its power swelled.

And It called out to the lesser rings, as darkness came over the land, whispering, roaring, rasping, growling:

Ash nazg durbatulûk,

Ash nazg gimbatul,

Ash nazg thrakatulûk,

Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.

One Ring to rule them all,

One Ring to find them,

One Ring to bring them all

And in the darkness bind them.

Author's Note: Disclaimer: This is a FanFiction from the Lord of the Rings world, created and trademarked by J.R.R. Tolkien. The characters, settings, and anything created by J.R.R. Tolkien are not my own and I do not claim ownership to any of them. This is a FanFiction I made with nothing to do with J.R.R. Tolkien, and is for entertainment purposes only: I am not profiting financially from this work, which may or may not be canonical. Thanks to J.R.R. Tolkien for making the world of The Lord of the Rings, for without it, many people would be un-enlightened to the genius of Lord of the Rings and J.R.R. Tolkien and the following FanFiction would never have been made, and I would have no life. Credits from most dialogue and setting to Peter Jackson, one of the best directors ever.