Leaving under the cover of night

Through the forest plagued by darkness



Embarking on a quest

With no end in sight



Never looking back

For fear of evil Wraiths-



Sauron's evil servants

Agents of the night



Out to seek the Ring

For their master will be pleased



One Ring to rule them all

One Ring to find them



Forged in the fires of Mount Doom

By the monstrous hand of Sauron



In the evil realm called Mordor

Infested with horrible orcs



Through the hands of Sauron

The Ring fell to Isildur



But the Ring took control

And possessed Isildur



Slain at the hands of monsters

The Ring forever lost...



Word turned to story

Story turned to Legend



And as legend turned to myth,

Middle-earth settled into peace



Then one unfortunate fellow

Not much different than a man



Discovered the evil Ring

Then stashing it away,



He crept deep into the mountains

But there the Ring possessed him



It gave him life

In return for his soul



But after many years,

The Ring grew tired of waiting



It crept into the darkness,

To hide and then be seeked



But the Ring did not expect

As to who would discover it



And the most unlikely creature

Stumbled there upon it



Found by Bilbo Baggins, an adventurous young hobbit,

Then passed to Frodo Baggins, his adventurous young nephew



But the Ring must be returned

To the place from whence it came



Through the wretched slopes of Mordor

Into the Fires of Mount Doom



An unexpected hero

To do what must be done



And so begins the journey,

The Returning of the One