Well folks, here's the first fic of my Toon of the Rings trilogy. Just so you know, I'll be basing these fanmakes on the Extended Version of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. If you haven't seen it yet, then I think you should. Please note that I don't own anything, not the story, and certainly not the Elvish language, so please don't sue! Here are the characters:

UPDATE 31/12/11: I've decided to add a few more characters; like Radaar and Chernabog; and change the characters of Merry and Pippin from Ben 10 and Zak Saturday to Plucky and Buster because I thought the Fellowship might be getting a little 'human-centric'. After all, the good guys should be diverse as possible.

Frodo: Aang (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Sam: Beast Boy (Teen Titans cartoon)

Gandalf: Grim (The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy)

Aragon: Aerrow (Storm Hawks)

Extra: Radaar (Storm Hawks)

Legolas: Ashitaka (Princess Mononoke)

Gimli: Bender (Futurama)

Pippin: Plucky Duck (Tiny Toon Adventures)

Merry: Buster Bunny (Tiny Toons Adventures)

Boromir: Adam (Di-Gata Defenders)

Arwen: Rei Ayanami (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

Elrond: Celestine (Ah! My Goddess: The Movie)

Galadriel: Tsunade (Naruto)

Bilbo: Gyatso (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Isildur: Carver (Storm Hawks)

Gollum: Zim (Invader Zim)

Saruman: Ozai (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

Sauron: Slade (Teen Titans cartoon)

Nazgul: Nightcrawlers (Storm Hawks)

Balrog: Chernabog (Disney's Fantasia)

Orcs and Goblins: Various demons from various anime, manga, comics, cartoons and video games.

Anyway, on with the epic!

I amar prestar aen…

(The world is changed)

Han mathon ne nen…
(I feel it in the water)

Han mathon ne chae…

(I feel it in the Earth)

A han noston ned gwilith.
(I smell it in the air)

Much that once was is lost. For none now live who remember it…

The Toon of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

It began with the forging of the great rings…

From the darkness appeared the hot fires from a candle, where the liquid fire ran along the metal paths and was quickly cooled by water, before being embedded with magic.

Three were given to the Anime, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings.

In the dim candle light, three figures could be seen wearing three crested rings; a beautiful women with blond hair and cerulean eyes looked at hers closely, and felt a rush of power.

Seven were given to the Robot Lords; great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls.

Seven robots could be seen a room crafted from deep within the mountain; they all wore dark robes with silver lacing. They all raise their rings to the heavens.

And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race Men, who above all other, desire power.

Standing within the shadow of a grand hall were nine Kings and Queens, their rings held close, each of them had a lustful look of greed on their face.

For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race…but they were all of them deceived, for another ring was made.


In the land of Cyclonia, in the fires of Mount Vader; the Dark Lord Slade forged in secret a master ring, to control all others.

Within a fiery chasm could be seem an armoured figure wearing a half-black, half-gold mask, on the edge of a small bridge separating him from a pit of lava. He raised his right hand in triumph; a small golden band was bound around his finger.

And into this Ring, he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life.

Slade curled his hand into a fist, the fires burning all around him in obedience, for he possesed the one object to help him rule Toon-Earth.

"One Ring to rule them all."

The ring then began glow brightly as inscriptions as clear as fire cemented their place along the band, a foul whisper came from this light, a ring of pure evil. The object to enslave all.

One by one, the free lands of Toon-Earth fell to the power of the Ring.

Villages on the grassy hills began to burn, people of all Toon-races; whether they be human, magical creature, talking animal or whatever; were running in terror as monstrous creatures chased them, burning and crushing everything in their path. An army of demons then cheered for Slade as he surveyed the destruction, surrounded by his bodyguard of Succubi. The Ring grew even brighter with evil energy…


But there were some who resisted; a last alliance of Men and Anime marched against the armies of Cyclonia, and on the slopes of Mount Vader they fought for the freedom of Toon-Earth.

The dusty lands near the bursting volcano, an army of Anime warriors in silver and gold samurai armour raised swords against the incoming onslaught of creatures that seemed to be without number. Meanwhile, an army of human warriors let loose their arrows, slaying hundreds of demons. But the demons just kept coming.

An Anime general with a dark eyes and shrouded armour stood firm and yelled orders to his troops upon the battle field as their enemies approached.

"Hold positions! Fire arrows!" he yelled in the Anime language, the second line hoisted their bows between the shoulders of the first and fired, nailing the first wave of demons with arrows.

As more of the creatures came forward, all the Anime soldiers raised their swords, and in a fluid motion that was devastating yet graceful; the front like thrust their swords upwards and decapitated the creatures.

As the battle continued, the Alliance appeared to have the upper hand, and then the High King of Atmos raised his sword in triumph.

Victory was near…

The battlefield then went deathly quiet, as both Men and Anime looked on in horror; a human-shaped figure appeared on the field. The demons parted way for the newcomer with reverence and fear.

But the power of the Ring could not be undone…

Slade strode onto the battlefield, holding a weapon that looked like the unholy fusion of an axe and scythe in his right hand, and the Ring of Power still burning with evil light.

He leered at the Men and Anime soldiers who nervously tried to edge away from him. He then said to them evilly:

"I knew there was a reason I got up this morning…"

He then swang down with his weapon, sending many soldiers flying, and killing them on contact. He kept repeating this and taking down wave after wave easily.

The High King then yelled a battle cry and charged forward, Slade easily dodged his strike and countered by slamming the blunt end of his scythe-axe into his head. The High King went flying and crashing onto the slope, dead.

A younger man sprinted to his aid, when he saw his lifeless body he fell to his knees and took off his helmet, totally shocked in grief.

It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Carver, son of the King, took up his father's sword…

As Slade approached to finish the job, Carver grabbed the handle of the blade, but the Dark Lord stomped on the mid-section, snapping in into pieces. Carver then took the handle with a quarter of the blade attached to it.

Slade then reached down to grab Carver, the ring glowing like the sun. In a last desperate attempt, Carver cried out and swung the blade, it cut directly through Slade's finger, taking the ring with it.

The Dark Lord screamed in pain as the ring with his finger fell to the brimstone below, right within Carver's gaze.

Slade noticed that his body glow in an unnatural light. He then uttered two words:

"Oh, crap…"

Then Slade exploded in a flash of light, sending out a shock wave that cracked the earth, and knocking everyone; human, Anime or demon, onto the ground.

Slade's mask fell to the ground, smoke rising out of the cracks.

Slade, the enemy of the free-peoples of Toon-Earth, was defeated…

Carver, breathing heavily from what just occurred set his sight on Slade's severed finger which began to turn to dust and blow away in the wind, but the ring lay behind, he slowly picked up and held in his palm, the fiery inscriptions fading.

The ring passed to Carver, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever; but the hearts of men are easily corrupted, and the Ring of Power has a will of its own.


The scene changed dramatically to a misty wood where the survivors of the battle were heading home; Carver lead the way, the ring proudly hanging around his neck with a silver chain.

Suddenly a band of demons appeared from the trees and tackled Carver off of his steed; with more of the creatures appeared and drew rusty weapons and began to slaughter the soldiers.

In the midst of the madness; Carver got up onto his knees and looked at the carnage around him, snapping the ring off of its chain he hurriedly placed it on his finger. He vanished in an instant.

Sneaking away from the battle, an invisible Carver rushed away from the battle and dived into the river, but as he swam the ring slid off his finger, making him visible again.

Desperately he tried to reach for it, but failed. Two Demons noticed him and fired three arrows into his back.

Carver then floated down the river, three arrows stuck into his back and blood flowing from the wound.

It betrayed Carver, to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend, legend became myth, and for two and a half thousand years, the Ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer.

The ring now lay at the bottom of the river, blanketed in sediment; suddenly a hand reached down and grabbed it, snatching it out of the icy river.

"My precioussssssss…" a voice whispered as the ring was held in its green hand.

The Ring came to the creature Zim, who took it deep into the Mystic Mountains. And there, it consumed him.

"It came to me, my own, my love, my own, my prrrrreciousssss! For I am Zim!" it cried; the sad creature could be seen on top of a stone hill in the middle of a cave conceived with green light.

The Ring brought to Zim unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Zim's hideout, it waited. Darkness crept back into the forest of the world. Rumour grew of a shadow in the east, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived…its time had now come.

Atop the stone hill; the ring fell and clanked against the hard ground, falling into the darkness and out of view.

It abandoned Zim. But something happened then the Ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable.

The ring was laying atop the dusty stone, but then a hand searched around the dirt and touched the band, then curiously picked it up.

"What's this?" the figure asked, as it drew the ring to its face. The light then revealed that it was a young Air Nomad, wearing the traditional outfit of his people. A young airbender named Gyatso (as seen briefly in the Avatar: The Last Airbender Season 3 episode "The Avatar and the Firelord").

An Airbender; Gyatso of Shireville

"A ring! Well, imagine that." he said as he took a closer look at it. Suddenly a shriek came through cave that made Gyatso jump in fright and back up against the wall.

"Losssst! My precious is lost!" Zim's voice cried out.

Gyatso then quickly put the ring in his pocket.

For the time will soon come when Airbenders will shape the fortunes of all…

Well, that's it for chapter one! Please read and review!