The Prophecy of the One Ring: Prologue


Author’s Summary:

When Lucy Pevensie discovers Narnia, she meets a Faun who tells her about a battle: the Last Alliance of Men and Elves. A Prophecy says that the days of Men and Elves will come again when two Sons of Adam and two Daughters of Eve take the Narnian Throne. When Lucy returns with her siblings, Gandalf and the White Council know that the Four must be protected at all costs because they are the key to defeating Sauron and the One Ring.

All Rights belong to C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien.


     “Are we at peace?”

     “Edmund, get away from there!” his mother screamed, hauling him back from the window. “What did you think you were doing? Peter! Peter!”

     The blonde boy rushed in, receiving his younger brother in his chest as his mother shoved Edmund toward him.

     “Trolls have come down from their mountains. They are raiding our villages, destroying farms. Orcs have attacked us on the road.”

     “The bomb shelter. Now!”

     “Hardly a prelude to war.”

     “Always you must meddle. Looking for trouble where none exist.”

     “Let him speak.”

     Susan dashed madly into the room she shared with her sister, flinging the flashlight beam around her dresser, hunting for something which was forgotten the moment she heard a familiar voice crying behind her.

     “Mummy! Mummy!”

     “Lucy, c’mon!”

     “There is something at work, beyond the evil of Smaug. Something far more powerful. We can be blind, but it will not be ignoring us, that I can promise you. A sickness lies over the Greenwood. The woodsmen who live there now call it Mirkwood, and they say…”

     “Run! Run!” Peter’s voice was louder than the rest of the frantic screams his siblings made as they exited the house.

     “Well? What do the woodsmen say?”

     “They speak of a Necromancer, living in Dol Guldor. A sorcerer who can summon the dead.”

     “That is ridiculous. No such power exists in this world. The Necromancer is no more than a Mortal Man, a conjurer, dabbling in Black Magic.”

     “That is what you said regarding Jadis too, but she has proved a strong enchantress.”

     “Wait. Dad!”

     “Edmund, no!”

     “Mum, I’ll get him.”

     “Peter, get back.”

     “There is no reason to bring Narnia’s troubles into this mess. This dwarfish company troubles me deeply; not Jadis, not this Necromancer. Gandalf, I do not feel I can condone such a quest.”

     “Ed, get here! Edmund! Get down!”

     The younger boy reached for the photo of his father on the end table just as Peter pounced on him, with the sound of a bomb whistling down on them from close by. The bomb hit the moment the boys fell to the floor. The glass panes in the window above them shattered, splaying shards across the living room.

     “And so you shan’t. But there are things tied up in this beyond our understanding. Do you wish to watch them unfold into hideous form, and then take action? Smaug owes alliance to no one, but if he should side with the enemy…a dragon could be used to terrible effect.”

     “What enemy? Gandalf, the enemy is defeated. Sauron is vanquished. He can never regain his full strength.”

     Peter was the first one up after the blast, grasping onto Edmund’s shoulders. “Come on, you idiot! Get up!”

     As he was yanked to his feet, Edmund managed to scoop up the picture frame.

     “There is the Necromancer, there is Jadis, there is Azog… and there is us, for that matter. The Enemy can take his pick who will aid him, Saruman. And then there are the Seven Dwarf Rings; does it bother you that they should simply vanish? Four were consumed by dragons, two were taken by Sauron before he fell in Mordor. To the last Dwarf Ring, it is unknown.”

     “Without the Ruling Ring of Power, the others are of no use to the Enemy. To control the others he would need the …One, and that was lost long, long ago.”

     The boys’ mother glanced out of the shelter worriedly, waiting with bated breath. It felt like an eternity before they came out of the house, both running full tilt with German airplanes seemingly chasing them in the sky above. “Hurry! Hurry!” she cried, moving out of the way as her sons dived through the door. Edmund landed, panting, on one of the beds.

     “You’re selfish! So selfish! You nearly got us killed!”

     “Stop it!” their mother shouted, looking sternly up at Peter. She then went to Edmund and rubbed his shoulders, trying to comfort the younger boy.

     “And if the One Ring were to be found, if Sauron were to grow despite our watchful eye, if Jadis were to extend her snowy fingers into the West, if any or all of this were to happen, wouldn’t we have been wise to take precautions before it started? I leave the company of the White Council with that to ponder.”

     “Why can’t you ever do as you’re told?” Peter questioned before turning around and closing the door.

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