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🏹 After the "Return"

"Add an original scene to the last movie you watched."

Quick note: If you didn't like this story, no worries, I didn't like either. It took me at least three days to write this, and I haven't finished it. How do writers do to love everything they create? It is not that simple. Alright, perhaps tomorrow goes better. Besides, The Lord of the Rings is perfect. I couldn't imagine anything better to do. 


    After Frodo, Gandalf, and Bilbo left the harbor in "The Return of the King," two main events happened in middle earth.  


    First, nobody knew Saruman had a remarkable ability to multiply himself. The witcher's copy died in front of Gandalf and the guys. The real one went hiding to Eriador. However, his immortality vanished for doing that. In the process, his white and long hair turned black, and his old and neglected cloak seemed like a rag.


    Meanwhile—and this is the second event—in Gondor. One week after he received the throne, Aragorn opened a bottle of Miruvor that Frodo gave him. 

    Drink this when the moon of the seventh day appears over your threshold's house. It is the way I show my gratitude to you, my king, my friend, read the note attached to it. 

    The king followed the orders and drank the liquor. He blindly trusted

    The reasons for his death were unusual. According to an elf servant, the king told his wife, Arwen.        "Frodo...poiso...bevera... n...breathi..." 

    "Are you kidding?" replied the queen, her gloomy tone added to her worried expression changed the assistants' mood. What is happening to you, my lord? 

    Aragorn tried to stand up to take some air; however, he suddenly faded to his bed again. After several attempts, he fell to the floor. His eyes turned completely white.

    "Come on, wake up!" she said. 

    "Lov...u...arwwwwe....n," finished the king while his hand fell apart. Eldarion started crying.

    Meanwhile, The One Ring—the most powerful artifact of the dark lord—was found at the top of Mount Doom floating. Its arhythmic movements seemed like the Sauron's eye. Nonetheless, the object had no more power. There was not a real explanation for said event. When Gollum fell to the lava, the Ring stood with him until the end. 

    Eldarion, the heir to the throne, starts growing up and decides to trip to Mordor to take the Ring and ask Lord Sauron what happened with Frodo. 

    Although everything in Middle-Earth seemed peaceful, the cruel reality was knocking at the door.


 


 




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