249Author's Note: This is my very first Lion King fanfic. The idea for this story came to me in a dream after I watched Fellowship of the Ring one night. In this story, The Pride Lands are one of the kingdoms of Middle Earth, and is set long after the events of The Lion King II: Simba's Pride. Also, I will be including Kopa and Vitani together with their cubs in this story, because I really love those characters. And Kiara and Kovu (finally) have their cubs as well in this, so expect to see that too. One more thing: If this gets popular enough, I'll also do The Two Towers with this as a sequel. And if that goes well, I'll finish up the trilogy with Return of the King. And as usual, I do not own The Lion King or Lord of the Rings. They belong to Walt Disney Studios and Peter Jackson/New Line Cinema/J.R.R Tolkien respectfully.
Now with that out of the way, let's move on to the first ever crossover between The Lion King Trilogy and The Lord of the Rings Trilogy...
Chapter I: One Ring to Rule Them All
The world has changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it.
It began with the forging of the great rings. Three were given to the elves; immortal, wisest, and fairest of all beings. Seven to the dwarf lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine... nine rings were gifted to the race of men, who above all else, desire power. For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race.
But they were all of them deceived... for another ring was made.
In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the dark lord Sauron forged in secret, a master ring, to control all others. And into this ring, he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life.
One ring to rule them all.
One by one, the free lands of Middle Earth fell to the power of the ring. But there were some... who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle Earth.
Victory was near. But the power of the ring... could not be undone.
It was in this moment, when all hope had faded that Isildor, son of the king took up his father's sword. Sauron, the enemy of the free peoples of Middle Earth, was defeated.
The ring passed to Isildor, 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 Isildor 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.
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 percieved... it's 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... a young lion, prince Simba of the Pride Lands. For the time will soon come when lions will shape the fortunes of all...
