Disclaimer: It all belongs to Tolkien, not me.
Notes: For the "One" challenge; an edited fragment of a longer work in progress. just_ann_now put me up to this. ;)
Go beyond living memory, when a song of malice was spun in time with a bit of gold. When armies fell and rose, and men lusted for power, and fear grew in the belly of the earth. When the winds began to shift, and the Ring passed from hand to hand until there was no other way: When everything coalesced here, and everyone could only shudder at the sweep of events that came to gather us up. When all of our tales became small and melted in the face of that greater story, and all of our tales became one.