[ EU ] Middle Earth , 4000 years after the events of the Lord of the Rings trilogy .

Walking across middle earth was a jarring experience. It seems that in a way, Morgoth and Saruman won. the twin cities Minas Tirith and Minas Morgal are populated by man. smoke often obscuring their skies from the great forges built deep into the mountain. The plains flow with field after field of farmland. machines of steam wind their way across the land travelling north west east and south across the lands. the endless plains of Rohan and rhovanion have expanded. The lust for fire burning Fangorn and Mirkwood to bare shadows of there former selves. evedence of the ents last stands have been and gone. 
 
 I walk to the east to the land of the Iron hills and Erebor. The dwarfs have become closeted building feats of grandeur hidden behind massive gates. iron and gold flow forth, food and goods flow in. such is the way of the dwarfs. I may have to do something for them. 
 
 from there I travel south to behold the last bastion of my fallen children. Mordor is now a green land fertilised by the volcanic ash that once fell here. The Orc's live nomadic lives within their prison farming the land and hunting its beasts. the men of the south happily traded tools and good for furs and ivory with them. 
 
 My brief stroll through Mordor left me troubled. my fallen children's creations were living with the world whilst my favoured had taken up the mantle of iron. 
 
 Carrying on my journey I went north and west to the shire. the land of the happy halflings and was distraught by what I saw. Shackles and chains tilling fields of half rotten crops. humans on horses held whips tipped with iron. fury overcame me and I turned the iron against them shackles became weapons and rotten ground burst with vengfull life. Ents flowed over the shire and formed a new forest at its boundary. they would defend against the world of metal for now. A whisp of power sends green grass flowing across the hills. the rotten farms burst with flowers. goat, chicken, cow and sheep come from holes and trees to graze contently. of all the races, the halflings were the most in tune with our nature, they knew its place and made there own within it. The elves tried to do the same but kept themselves separate, where they could they shaped nature, dominating it in their own way. 
 
 stopping atop the highest hill in the greenest pasture below a cloudless sky I call out my voice barely a whisper but travelling faster and further than a dragons roar. `` tom.'' 
 
 `` As yer service mah lordy!'' he replies stepping out of his hut over a hundred leagues away to stand at my feet. 
 
 `` why is the world backwards. did I not give my children freedom to guide this place as they would. to let it have peace within itself?'' 
 
 `` Ye did mahlord but yer kids... Well they got bored afta a while. New world new fun ya get what I'm saying.'' 
 
 `` Unfortunately I do. Even the immortal tire of new things.'' I say waving my hand. Bombadill shimmers for a while but remains unchanged, even so I can feel the new power within him. 
 
 `` An what do I owe this honour yer Lordiness?'' he says dancing around casting sparks. 
 
 `` I wish for you to protect this land. And that of Mordor. Go and visit the rest of the world. then tell me. Do I purge it as I have the last ones?'' 
 
 `` mah lord even if I spent anotha eternity an a half I probly could nawt answa that question.'' Bombadil says before stepping the distance between here and mordor to dance on the back of an Orc. 
 
 
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 ninja edit of edditingness. apparently 4000 years after LOTR would be roughly 50 years BC. not industrial revolution. ahh hell with it the dwarfs have got industry down already. 

