Many wolves looking for relaxation come to Blossom Field. A gentle breeze vibrating the blossoming flowers is quite a sight to see and it is quite a favourite for wolves to come with their mates.

A recent fire has ruined the scenery, half the field covered with soot and marked with scars of the flames. The other half is untouched, however.

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The one Ring to rule them all LORD OF THE RINGS PLOT ONLY
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Far off, in the depths of Misty Mountain, lay a secret underground volcano. There were many rings forged there by the wolves who called themselves elves. But interesting enough, there was one made to rule them all. It was an evil ring, some sort of magic inside it. It was eventually taken by the evil Sauron. There it went into many grasps of wolves, but its whereabouts are currently unknown...



It was a beautiful day, anything could happen. His master, Frodo Baggins, was out in the forest somwhere enjoying himself. There had been a familiar scent lingering around Blossom Forest for a while, one that hadn't been smelled in quite a while. He couldn't seem to remember what wolf it belonged to, although it was rolling on the tip of his tongue...he padded over to his master's den in the side of a hill. It was quite a unique den; many were after it. It was very organized inside, Frodo had collected some quite... interesting things. There were gems, stones and many more oddities lined up against the walls of the den. Some were passed down by Frodo's late uncle, who went on many adventures out of Blossom Forest.
Sam started to clean up the place and straighten it up, tending to the grass and flowers outside the den.

Far, far away, near the peak of Misty Mountain, came agonized screams. It came from a small, skimpy cream colores wolf. It was hideous, most of its fur missing. Its large, milky blue eyes weren't blind. Tears leaked out of it as strange wolves poked sharp rocks into him and stretched out his limbs and other horrible things.

The creature's name was Smeagol.

As they tortured him, they only wanted information Smeagol didn't want to give. The pain eventually got so bad he had to scream it out in his horrible, rough, oily voice.

Shireeee! Bagginnsss!

Crows and ravens scattered out of the trees, rabbits hiding in their dens.

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