[ EU ] In your favourite fictional universe , the villain won . It 's one year later .

It's been one year since the fall of the Free Poeples and the Dark Lord's victory. The world lies in a baren waste. The dead of the Battle of the Black Gate lie in a pile like the Haudh-en-Nornaeth, their corpes burnt so that Man, Elf and Orc are indistinguishable from each other. Minas Tirith lies in ruins, its citadel blackened ruble. The feilds of Rohan are burned and trampled, and the servants of the Dark Lord feast in the Golden Hall. The dark of Mordor spreads all across Middle Earth. 
 
 Those who escaped slaughter or slavery fled to the Grey Havens and sailed the great sea in grey ships, or went to the North, to the Ice Bay of Forochel, which they have renamed Estela. From there they wage war against the victorious Sauron, a last attempt to free their lands from his oppresive rule. They are led by Arvedui Kheltur, the last of the Dunedain, who calls himself king, though his lands hardly go farther then his citadell. He fights a bitter war, but the rebels are losing against the near infinit power of Sauron. 
 
 Arvedui holds a council in his throne room. The other leaders of the rebellion, Glorifindil the Elf and Azaghal the Dwarf, are with him. A tall man dressed in bear skin stood before. `` I bear a message from the Lord of Mordor, King of the Races of Men, Elves, Dwarves and Orcs, Destroyer-'' 
 
 `` Enough!'' Azghal interrupted, `` Tell your message before I lopp of your head.'' 
 
 The messanger sneered at Azghal, but continued his message. `` My lord Sauron commands you to give up what belongs to him, the ring the Kaprul holds, which he forged long ago.'' 
 
 `` This ring wasgiven to me by my father. It is a family heirloom.'' Azghal replyed. `` If Sauron wants it, he can take it from my lifeless hand himself.'' 
 
 `` He would d prefer it so.'' 
 
 `` Silence!'' Arvedui ordered. `` We do not take commands from the Dark One. You can tell your master that. Now leave, before the Dwarf loles restraint.'' 
 
 The messanger's face flashed with anger. `` Fools! You can give me the ring now, or I can burn your city and take your hand with the ring. It is only a difference in time, and my lord has much of that.'' 
 
 The three lords rose to their feet, Azghal and Arvedui with their hands on their weapons and Glorfindel shouting, `` Leave this place if you wish to keep your head!'' 
 
 The messanger turned on his heel and left, escorted by four guards. Azghal turned to the others and said, `` This bodes ill for Estela. Why does Sauron seek my ring?'' 
 
 `` He must think it is a Ring of Power.'' Answered Glorfindel. 
 
 `` And is it?'' 
 
 `` Sauron forged the Rings of Power. If he believes so, it must be. I council you not to wear it again. Who knows what power Sauron has over it, now that he weilds the One.'' 
 
 `` What do council, old friend?'' Arvedui asked. `` Should we throw it into the sea, and let it be covered by the ice?'' 
 
 `` No. Sauron has many devices, and may reach even the deepest deapths of the sea. We should guard it here, with all the might still to resist the Dark Lord. For we are the last to stand against him, and with us falls the freedom of Middle Earth.''
