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.
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 ring passed out of all knowledge.
Until, when chance came
it ensnared a new bearer.
The ring came to the creature Gollum
who took it deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains.
And there it consumed him.
It came to me.
My own. My love. My own.
The ring brought to Gollum unnatural long life.
For 500 years it poisoned his mind.
And in the gloom of Gollum's 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 ring of power perceived
its time had now come.
It abandoned Gollum.
But something happened then
the ring did not intend.
It was picked up
by the most unlikely creature imaginable.
Bilbo Baggins of the Shire.
For the time will soon come
when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all.