sendi þetta bara upp á gamanið en þetta er introið í fotr og ég gerði það eftir mínu eigin minni:)

The world has changed, i feel it the water, i smell it in the air, much that once was is lost for none life who remebers it.
It began with the forging of the great rings, three were given to the elves immortal visest and fairest of all beings, seven to the dwarf lord, great miners abd craftmen of the moutain halls and nine, nine rings were given to race of men who abobve all else desire power, for in these rings was the strength to govern each race but all of them desevead for another ring was made, in the land of mordor on sloke of mount doom the dark lord sauron fourged in secret a master ring who controls all others and in to this ring he poured his cruelty, his malace and the will to domenate all life, one ring to rule them.
One by one the free land of middle earth fell to the power of the ring, but there were some who resisted, the last allience of men end elves marched against the armies of mordor and on the sloke of mount doom the fougth for the freedom of middle earth