Story Of the Week

[Elidor]

This topic has been accidentally deleted. So I am starting it again. I hate to explain it again. Just play along and you will understand someday.

Anyway, the question was:
Why and how was the ringwraiths tricked into taking the rings. by Firebird.


Jared is working on the story now...

[Jared]

WHAT!? I am!?

[Imrel]

i feel a snowball headed my way. *ducks.*

[Jared]

No, Firebird. Not a snowball. You know how nice I am. I'd never snowball a person.

In summer.

*Picks up a mudball.*

[Elidor]

You look so busy scripting the story in Penang...so I assume you are going to do it... ;D ;D

[The Witch King]

Before story of the week becomes story of the month I will answer the question.

Why and how were the Ringwraiths tricked into taking the rings?

Why? - so that Sauron could control them. The one ring ruled over all the other rings and when Sauron wore it he could see and govern the thoughts of those who wore the other rings.

How were the Ringwraiths tricked?
They were tricked because they were men and therefore weak.
Sauron gave rings to the Elves and Dwarves as well.
As soon as Sauron put the One ring on his finger the Elves were aware of him and percieved that he was trying to master them. So they took their rings off and hid them.
The Dwarves were difficult to ensnare for they disliked being dominated by others and could not be turned into shadows.
But men were weak, greedy and easily lead astray.
Not forgetting that at this time Sauron wasn't so scary looking. He wore a mask that made him appear wise and fair to men and he befriended many of them.
The men who used the nine rings became mighty in their day, kings, sorcerors and warriors of old. They obtained glory and great wealth, yet it turned to their undoing. They had, as it seemed, unending life, yet life became unendurable for them. They could walk unseen by the eyes of the world and they could see things in other worlds invisiible to mortal men. But too often they beheld the phantoms and delusions of Sauron. And one by one, depending on their native strength and to the good or evil of their wills in the begining, they fell under the thraldom of the One ring and entered into the shadows.

[Imrel]

thank you for the explanation.

[Melian]

. . . Elidor, have u ever been on suzy prongs site? u remind me of someone on there. . . .

[Elidor]

Hi...sneak in while doing my literture project. ;D ;D

Nah...never been there...i think. Even if I was, I'm not a very active member.

[The Witch King]

It wasn't clear from the title whether you just wanted me to answer the question or make up a story so I've done both! ;D
Who say's I've got too much time on my hands at the moment!


Descent into Darkness

A tall, dark haired man walked towards the gates of the city of Fornost as the sun was setting. He was one of the Lords of Angmar though you wouldn't have guessed from looking at him. His clothes were dirty and torn, stained with the blood of recent battle and his hands and arms were cut and bruised though he felt no pain or tiredness for the elation of victory was still fresh and overrode all other feelings.
He laughed and joked with his comrades Jared, Rhiannon and Firebird at how easily they had overcome their foes that day. It had only been a small uprising in a nearby town, but the four of them together were so feircesome an opponent, that the majority of the townspeople surrended of fled the scene.

They were greeted warmly in Fornost that night and a feast was held in their honour. There was much eating and drinking and everyone was in good spirits. Angmar was intrigued by the presence of a man sat near the head of the table. It was Annatar - the Lord of gifts (Sauron). Angmar had heard a good deal about this man - both good and bad. Some said he was evil and worshipped the Dark powers, while others claimed he was wise and fair, and learned in many arts.
What Angmar saw that night impressed him greatly. Sauron spoke with great knowledge on a wide range of issues. He was intelligent, humourous and made no secret of his hatred for the Elves. Indeed, he gave some very good reasons for not trusting them.
When the feast was in full swing Sauron took Angmar to one side and congratulated him.

" I see great things ahead for you. You are a bold, courageous warrior. A born leader of men. The realm of Angmar would be a formidable kingdom with you as it's king."

Angmar felt honoured and flattered by Saurons words and his remarks left him spechless.

"But Angmar already has a king..."

Sauron shook his head dismissively.

"The King is weak and indecisive. He favours the Elves.

He leaned in closer and lowered his voice.

"You know in your heart that you would be a better king."



The thought, now planted in his head, bothered him for the rest of the night and made his sleep restless. Could he really become the King of Angmar? The more he thought about the more believable it seemed.


He eagerly retold the conversation he had with Sauron to the others the next day in the gardens. To his dismay Rhiannon and Firebird had laughed and he felt deflated and foolish for mentioning it.

"You didn't take him seriously did you?"
Rhiannon was still grinning
"Everyone knows that Sauron hates the King of Angmar. It sounds like he is seeking revenge and using you as a pawn to further his own power."

Their reaction surprised him, annoyed him even. It was not what he had been expecting. Couldn't they see how wise Sauron was? Couldn't they see he spoke the truth? The Elves were nothing more then spies for the Valar and so many people were being fooled by them.
Only Jared could see the truth. He agreed with Sauron's words.

Later Angmar spoke with Sauron again. He was keen to impress Sauron and was disappointed to have to tell him that Rhiannon and Firebird had not liked the plans.

Sauron smiled slowly.

"It is as I expected. Rhiannon is from Gondor, a city growing in wealth and power at an alarming rate. She does not want any competition from the North. She knows your battle strengths and wants you to remain powerless so you do not pose any threat to the Elves. Firebird is in league with her also.
Jared, however, realises the true situation. He is a feared fighter and a worthwhile alliance."

He thought for a moment.

*With a small army the two of you could take Rhuduar, in the realm of Arnor. Let Jared rule Rhudaur, take Angmar for yourself and you would control a large area of Eriador."

In his hand he held a ring which he gave to Angmar. His face was deadly serious.

"This ring contains powerful magic. I believe you are worthy enough to wear it. It will aid you on your conquests."

Jared was also given a ring and they swiftly departed for Rhudaur before nightfall. As they left they passed Rhiannon and Firebird. They did not look at them or say goodbye and although he felt a pang of sadness for all that they had been through together he knew he was starting a new life, a new begining and old acquaintances counted for nothing.


They took Rhudaur with ease, as predicted, and with an army of Saurons and the men of Rhudaur overthrew Angmar, killing the king and taking the crown for himself.
The ring had indeed given him greater power. His battle prowess was unbeatable. He became angrier, more ruthless and was feared by many. All thanks to Saurons help and guidance.

[The Witch King]

It was only in the dead of night that he had any doubts. When he would wake in a cold sweat from terrible nightmares. Dreams where he was surrounded by the dead, phantoms in black. Their gaunt, evil faces hideously contorted in pain and torment. Their haunting cries still ringing in his ears when he awoke.
Wide eyed with terror he would rip off the ring and fling it across the room into the shadows, for he somehow feared it was the cause of his dreams. But in the cold light of day, when the phantoms had vanished, he would convince himself that it was nothing and slip the ring back on. The lure of it too great to resist.




Between them Angmar and Jared ruled a large part of Eriador; but it was not enough. Angmar wanted Cardolan, another realm of Arnor, but more importantly the part that lay claim to the Weather Hills and the palantir on Amon sul. But the King of Cardolan was a powerful and feared man and even Angmar could not match him in strength. However he had a daughter, Saar, an only child who was set to become Queen. Sauron suggested an alliance between Angmar and Cardolan, the betrothal of Saar to Angmar.

Angmar journeyed to Cardolan and met with the King to arrange the betrothal. When he met Saar he thought nothing of her. She was very pale, black hair scraped back severly off her face. She had arched eyebrows, cold, hard eyes and a cruel mouth. When he saw her he saw only his chance to gain the palantir and more wealth and power.

Returning from Cardolan Angmar felt very pleased with himself. He rode through the land thinking that soon it would be his and he decided to journey home via Rhudaur to tell Jared the good news. As he rode along the banks of the River Hoarwell he heard singing.
He knew it was Elven singing for he had heard it many times before, but this time it stopped him in his tracks. He dismounted from his horse and lead it into the woods, curious to discover who the voice belonged to.

[The Witch King]

He saw her through the trees and he watched, enchanted, as the Elf moved gracefully through the long grass. Her voice floated on the air and drew him in, for he had never heard such beautiful singing.
The ring seemed to burn and tightened painfully on his finger, distracting him for a moment. He took it off and put it in his pocket.
He moved towards her, mesmerised, afraid she may dissapear at any moment, and be lost in the trees forever. He told her not to be frightened of him then asked for her name. She replied 'Elvenstar' and he saw in her eyes the light of stars.
They walked together, deeper into the woods, losing track of time. Angmar found himself laughing, he felt light hearted and carefree, and as he lay by the banks of the river he was reminded of how good it felt to feel the warmth of the sun on his face.
How long he spent with her he could not say for he was captivated and had lost all his worldly cares. But as the long shadows crept into the woods so shadows formed in his mind and he knew he must leave her and return to Angmar.

That night his dreams were the worst he ever had.
The blackness was choking him, engulfing him. Death's cold hand clawed at him, trying to drag him into it's murky depths. He was helpless and weak and knew it would take him.
He was aware of a great wrath, a terrible fury that bellowed through the blackness in and unrecognisable form of evil.
He awoke crying out, fighting to breathe and immediately tried to free the ring from his finger. But he wasn't wearing it, he hadn't worn it since his encounter with Elvenstar but it's effects seemed stronger than ever.
So terrified was he that he did not dare sleep again and he sat huddled, leaning his head against the stone wall of his chamber and shook with fear till dawn.

[The Witch King]

Should I continue or is this boring everyone?

[Elven Star]

I think you should go on. I dont think its boring at all.. ;D

[Melian]

wow u r a good writer WK