(I amar prestar aen.)

The world is changed.

(Han matho ne nen.)

I feel it in the water.

(Han mathon ned cae.)

I feel it in the earth.

(A han noston ned gwilith.)

I smell it in the air.

Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.

It began with the forging of the Great cummies. Three were given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Dwarf-Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine cummies were gifted to the race of Men, who above all else desire power. For within these cummies was bound the strength and the will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived, for another cummy was made. Deep in the land of Mordor, in the Fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Daddy Sauron nutted a master cummy, and into this cummy he poured his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life.

One cummy to rule them all.

One by one, the free lands of Middle-Earth fell to the power of the Cummy, but there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the very slopes of Mount Coom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth. Victory was near, but the power of the cummy could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the king, took up his father’s “sword”.
Sauron, enemy of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. The Cummy passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the cummy of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur, to his death.
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the cummy passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared another bearer.

It came over the creature Gollum, who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there he consumed it. The cummy gave to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind, and in the gloom of Gollum’s fap cave, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Cummy of Power perceived its time had come. It abandoned Gollum, but then something happened that the Cummy did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable: a hobbit, Bilbo Baggins, of the Shire.

For the time will soon come when hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.