The Ocarina of Time and the One Ring of Power

Fanfic inspired by John the Visionary, author of the Rurouni Kenshin/Lord of the Rings crossover. Lord of the Rings is owned by J.R.R Tolkien and his relatives, as well as Peter Jackson and New Line Cinema, and Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time is owned by Nintendo and Shigeru Miyamoto. I do not own any of these characters, this is just for fun. Please enjoy.

Prologue: The One Ring to Rule Them All

The Lost Woods, a massive forest on the border between Termina and the Kokiri Forest, where lost children became Skull Kids if they stayed in it too long, had a weary traveler in it. Dressed in a green tunic and hat, as well as brown boots, he rode atop an orange colored horse, which had a white spot and mane. The young man, no older than 12 or 13, looked up into the canopy to see fairies flying about. He shook his blond hair, seemingly disappointed. This traveler, although he seemed too young to be so, was Link, the Hero of Time and Savior of Termina.

On his steed, the horse Epona, he continued to trot further into the Lost Woods, towards the border of Hyrule. As night began to fell, he decided to take a rest near a stream. Taking out a fishing pole, he let out a cast. After waiting a few moments, a song, in a language unknown to him, started.

"I amar prestar aen…' the voice, belonging to a woman, chanted, and it switched to the common tongue, "The world is changed…"

Link looked around, to see Epona getting a little spooked by the ghostly, yet beautiful female voice. He got up to calm her, and the chanting continued.

"Han mathon ne chae…" the woman continued, chanting in the unfamiliar language, "I feel it in the Earth…"

Link continued to look around, putting his hand gently on Epona's forehead. Slowly, his arm crept up to his gilded sword, because he did not know if the woman's voice was set to take his guard down for an ambush. Moblins usually stalked the Lost Woods, because their master, Ganondorf, was gone, so they would ambush travelers and steal all that they had, and most likely would kill the traveler. They usually had a strange son playing, yet this was the first time Link had heard it.

"A han noston ned gwilith…"the woman's voice continued, and it began to calm Epona, "I smell it in the air…"

Afterwards, the Hero of Time hears the voice of an old man, "much that once was, is lost. For none now live, remember it."

Link turned around to see an old man, cloaked in brown, walk into the area. He was resting on a staff. He had a long white beard, and a friendly look around him. Link was suspicious however, and he slowly put his hand on his blade.

"Now, young one, I mean you no harm," the old man told Link in a kindly manner, and Epona neighed softly, "Good evening to you, young man. Would you care to share your dinner with a fellow traveler? I would be grateful for some food."

Link took his hand off his sword, because he now knew the old man presented no threat, "I'd be honored, sir."

The old man bowed and pulled a stump around the campfire that Link had set a little while ago. Link went back to the stream to continue his fishing. After a few minutes, Link had returned with three fish, the largest one was about 24 inches long.

The old man helped him gut the fish, and stick them on sticks on top of the fire. As the fish cooked, Link took out his Ocarina of Time, and began to play Saria's Song, the old man began to clap at the tune of the happy melody, and Link continued playing. After a half an hour of playing, Link's nose began to perk up, and he took the blue Ocarina out of his mouth.

"I think our dinner is ready, sir," Link mentioned respectfully, who nodded.

"That was quite an entertaining tune, my young friend," the old man said, taking the smallest of the three fish that Link had caught.

"It always kept my spirits up, my best friend from back home taught it to me, you see," Link told the old man, "I…miss her…and my other friends…"

The old man nodded, and took a bite from the fish, "Mmm…this is good fish young man…thank you…"

"No, thank you sir. It is always better having someone to eat and talk with, in my humble opinion," Link replied, taking a bite from his fish, and also taking the largest fish that was on the fire off of it, so it wouldn't be burned.

"You have great courage and wisdom, for one so young," the old man commented, and Link chuckled, "You have also seen many great battles…"

Link's ears perked up to that, and before he took another bite he looked up, "How did you know that?"

"I have my senses, not all old people are senile, my young friend," the old man replied, and Link nodded.

"Yes sir," Link said, deciding to humor the old man, "I have indeed fought many battles, saving realms from collapsing from the might of evil and tyranny…"

"I see, you do know about battle young man…I shall tell you of a tale, of a battle that was even greater than the battles you fought, the wars you thought, if you wish. It spans throughout time, for this battle takes place in its past, present…and also the future," the old man told Link.

"Very well, tell me the tale," Link implored, adjusting himself on the rock he was sitting on.

In the realm of Middle Earth…at the end of the Second Age…great rings of power were forged. Three rings were given to the race of Elves, immortal, wisest, and fairest of all beings. Seven rings were given to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine rings were gifted to the great kings of Men, who above all else, desire power…

For within these rings lie 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, Morgoth's greatest lieutenant, forged in secret, a master ring, to control all others. And into this ring, marked with the Black Speech of Mordor, clear as red flame…he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life…it read as follows in the common tongue:

One ring to rule them all

One ring to find them

One ring to bring them all

And let the darkness bind them

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 between Elves and Men, led by Gil-galad, the High-King of the Elven kingdom of Noldor, and Elendil, King of the Numenorean human survivors, and ruler of the human kingdom of Gondor. They took their time, reinforcing their lands while they raised an army strong enough to challenge Sauron's power. Both kings spent two years consolidating their forces, and they attacked the land of Mordor with a force of 500,000 strong.

The fighting was fierce, but due to the Elven and Numenorean bows, the Alliance was able to kill many of their enemy from afar. When the Orcs had managed to penetrate the firing zone, they were like wild animals, savage, undisciplined, driven by a blinding bloodlust. Due to the strength of the Numenoreans and the agility of the Elves, as well as the disciplined force, the Alliance was able to gain the upper hand against the Orcish Horde that Sauron unleashed. The Alliance buckled down and pushed the Orcs back to the slopes of Mount Doom, where the final battle of the several weeks siege was launched. To get this far, many had fallen, including the Elf-lord Oropher.

Victory was near, but the power of the Ring could not be undone. Sauron was forced out of Barad-dur, and faced the Alliance by himself. His golden armor gave him the appearance of the Devil himself. Clutching his mighty mace, he swung at the Alliance forces which had gathered around him, killing many warriors, with just a sweep of his mighty mace.

Gil-galad charged Sauron with his spear Aiglos. The Dark Lord parried his attack with his black mace, and before the High-King could retaliate, his throat was grasped by the Dark Lord. He struggled, but to no avail. With a sickening laughter, Sauron ignited the Elven King's body in an unholy inferno. Aiglos was dropped by Gil-galad's charred hand, and the dead elf was thrown unceremoniously by Sauron.

Enraged, Elendil, the King of the Numenorean men, charged Sauron. The Dark lord effortlessly dodged his attack, and slammed his mace into Elendil's back. From the force of the blow, Elendil was hurled into a cliff on Mount Doom, his neck broken from the crash. Isildur, Elendil's only son and heir, ran to the fallen king.

It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that the son of the king, Isildur, took up his father's sword, Narsil, after Sauron had shattered it with his foot. As Sauron bent down to deliver the killing blow to the Prince, Isildur used the broken blade to break through Sauron's armor, slashing the One Ring off the Dark Lord's hand…

The Dark Lord glowed brighter than the sun, as his power became uncontrollable. He then erupted in an explosion of orange light, knocking down both the forces of the Orcs and the Alliance, but he took the Orcs with him in his fiery implosion.

And so, the Ring passed to Isildur, who had the chance to destroy evil forever…

"And he destroyed the Ring?" Link interjected in the middle of the tale.

"Unfortunately…no young man, for the Ring can only be destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom, where it was forged," the old man replied, and he took a deep breath so he could continue the tale.

The hearts of men, like Isildur…are so easily corrupted. And so the Ring of Power…had a will of its own.

While Isildur kept the Ring for himself and carried it back to his homeland of Gondor, his company was ambushed by Orcs. Thrown off his steed, he looked around to see his company failing. Seeing no choice but to live, he put the Ring on, becoming invisible, and he fled to a nearby river, the Anduin River that would take him to Osgiliath. But it was in vain, since the Ring had other plans…

So the Ring slipped off his finger, exposing his body to Orc Archers, who shot him many times in the back with their diseased arrows, killing him with his company. The Ring betrayed Isildur… to his death, and some things that should not have been forgotten, were lost…

History became legend, legend became myth, and for two and half thousand years, the Ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer.

The Ring came to Gollum, a pathetic creature who took the Ring deep into the Misty Mountains. In there, it consumed him…calling the Ring his 'precious'. He coveted the Ring, yearned for it, and the Ring in return brought to Gollum unnaturally long life. For Five Hundred years, it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited…

Darkness crept back into the free lands of Middle Earth. Rumors grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived. Its time had come now.

The Ring abandoned Gollum, as it fell deeper within the tunnels of the mountains. But something happened then, that the ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable, a Hobbit, whom in your eyes would be no more than a child's height. His name was Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. When Gollum called out for his Ring, Bilbo kept it for himself. For the time soon comes…when Hobbits…will shape the Fortunes of all…

The old man finished his tale and said to Link, "…Well young man, it was nice talking to you. But I must take my leave now."

"Wait, sir!" Link called out, and the old man turned around, "What happens next? It sounds like the story isn't finished yet. You are just leaving off when Bilbo took the Ring? What happens next in this story?"

"Don't worry young man, you will find out when you experience this story for yourself."

The explanation left Link puzzled, "I…will experience this tale? How?"

"You will know when fate, or the Goddess of Time allows it so. Farewell, Link, or should I call you, the Hero of Time…?" the old man asked with a wink.

Link was taken aback by the fact that the old man knew who he was. The old man began to walk into the Lost Woods once more.

"Hey, how did you know who I am? Who are you?" Link inquired, and the old man turned back to him.

"I told you young man, I have my senses. Like you, I go by many names myself, but you may call me Radagast."

Link picked up his equipment and started going after Radagast, but he soon lost sight of him. A small gust of wind overtook him and he heard the old man's voice traveling on the wind.

"Remember this story of the Lord of the Rings, Link. For you and your friend back home will also experience this epic besides you. The battle you will experience will require your Courage, Princess Zelda's Wisdom, and the friendship you all share to win it. It is not a battle that you can handle alone, you will need help…"

After a few moments, the wind stopped. Leaving Link, the Hero of Time, to ponder his encounter with Radagast, and he resolved never to forget what the old man had told him. How he will experience the battle Radagast spoke of is in mystery, but it is a question that only the future can answer…

Disclaimer: Inspiration from this story came from John the Visionary. I took excerpts from his fic to write this for guidance and inspiration, and they do not belong to me. I do know own Legend of Zelda or Lord of the Rings. The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time is owned by Shigeru Miyamoto and Nintendo, and Lord of the Rings is the property of Peter Jackson and New Time Cinema, originally written by Professor J. R. R Tolkien.

Please read and review and the story will be based mostly on the films by Peter Jackson. This is not for profit, just for fun.