The Queen of the Rings.

In a dark luxurious room lit only by the moonlight from the windows, a busty high Elf female was touching herself.

"AHH, estarlish hantanar, igh!"

She moaned out loud in a sweet angelic voice that was like music to her pet owls ears.

"Ku kuu!"

The owl kuud along with his mistress lustful toon. Though it was quick to end as the frustration of the elf took hold of her. She needed something more, something bigger, something more than her own man who sadly as a elf was quite reserved, mediocre and had a hard time getting it up.

So within her heated state of mind she got up naked from her bed, her big breasts flopped around as she did so and then she rushed to her writing table. There she pressed her naked large breasts against the hard, smooth surface of the wood. Her pink nipples slowly hardened as she rubbed herself against the wood and began to write something.

If she couldn't find something big here then she would write down a story of something big and find pleasure in recalling it. So with but some ink, a paper and a quill pen she began to write as she mumbled to herself.

"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 now lost. For none now live who remember it. Still it is known that in the beginning we the elves came to this world from the stars. This magical world full of danger, many races, but lots of fertile soil and greenery as well.

Back then we fought the monstrosities of this world away and carved ourselves mighty kingdoms where we rained supreme. Just us without any of those lesser races.

But then it all changed with the coming of the humans. Within flaming stars of metal they came crashing down to the land making it shake and rumble. Cities were buried under their metal hulks, after shocks tore down some of our greatest of structures and brought our civilization to ruin. And then the 6 years of darkness came, from the fires of the humans metallic hulks came clouds of black smoke that covered the entire world for six whole years.

No crops grew or warmth came to us. We were forced to devour whatever we could to survive. The world was dying, wars and violence raged all across the land splintering our once mighty race into many small weak warring clans.

Then finally as the fires died down the humans began to populate the land with seeds of their own. They turned the world into their own twisted image of paradise with plants and animal species unseen by our kind ever before.

Though this time was short lived as the humans were weak. They fought amongst one another and as hundreds of years went by it seemed that their species would vanish away out of existence.

But eventually a strong man came. He brought the humans stability and unity under his mighty hammer of death. During this time the humans mated with one another like rabbits. They spread everywhere and even began to enslave whatever Elves they could get their filthy hands on.

Using their stronger and wider bodies they dominated the weaker elven clans into near extinction. Elven agile slender bodies were no match for the humans raw power and numbers.

Luckily the Hammerer, the ruler of the humans like is common for their kind eventually passed on. Their empire fractured, the elven slaves escaped within the forests while others made this world's many islands their homes.

Like so some stability was brought to the land. No more were the humans as strong as before and so Elves could live in isolation within their own realms.

However from all the elves the Dark Elves of the east had suffered the greatest under the humans. Due to the curse of the goddess, their population is one even more consistent of females unlike the High Elves.

High Elves in fact while beautiful unlike any other still had bodies clearly designed for mobility and fast movement. Their bodies were leaner, more toned, and tougher in all places than the Dark Elves.

High Elves had more defined muscles, thicker biceps on their slender frames, their waistlines were more trimmed with the V of their pelvises showing up in stark lines. Their stomach were usually like a washboard of muscle, their frames easily showing abs for all to see. Their bodies were so defined that any human female that ran their hand over them would find themselves weak in their knees. Their legs were somewhat hard and athletic, and their backsides rippled with strong motion whenever they moved. They were a lot more muscle than fat from head to toe with good tits as well.

Of course this wasn't true for everyone of the High Elves, but in general yes. However as for the Dark Elves, well their bodies seemed to be the total opposite to theirs. Instead of being beings meant for living in nature, being mobile and agile enough to climb trees and shoot powerful bows, Dark Elves seemed more like they were built for leisure.

Dark Elves are a race ninety percent filled with women, from whom nearly all are unclaimed gorgeous, curvy and buxom in all the right places with soft skin in all the rest. Even their clothes were seemingly designed for ease of access, they lacked any modesty within their society of women seemingly just begging the males of the other races to come and take them.

For the human males the sights of these female Elves seemed to fill them with surges of lustful arousal and a raw, primal urge to conquer and to mate.

In the face of this most Dark Elves were hopeless to do anything. Most of their instincts seemed to merely tell them to simply give in to their enemies and not to even run as they knew that with their voluptuous bodies it was no use anyway.

They were physically so weak and so could only rely upon their dark magics to defend themselves. Amongst their numbers a great many necromancers were born and other spell users. But due to their easy going and cowardly natures most could only cast basic spells to protect their fertile eggs from being seeded, some could totally block out their attackers, but with some persuasion all usually broke.

However one day as the men from the Kingdom of Kislev were wiping out another Dark Elf village from the land. There was a single young Dark Elf woman of great beauty who managed to get away, and in her escape had even saved another blonde haired little dark elf girl as well. Dressed in nothing but their underwear they ran and ran in fear away.

Although as they ran they quickly became exhausted as their kind usually did. However they had at least managed to make it to some tall grass and with panting breath and sweat on their beautiful tanned Elven faces they looked back at their burning village in the distance.

Seeing it and hearing the screams and lustful moans of the women there, tiers quickly came to their big green eyes and within that moment they swore to do something bad to these men. Because of them they had lost their families and their everything here, and now knowing nothing of the world beyond their village they somehow now had to find away to survive within this world.

Angered by this the future Queen of darkness then stomped her bare feet on the ground angrily as she swore to do something bad to all these humans and everyone else. Although as she thought of this she got scared, never had she ever done anything bad in her life to anyone. Just the idea of it seemed so foreign to her, so instead she along with the little Dark Elf girl decided to use others to do something bad to the world.

And so an uncertain plan of two beautiful and sheepish Dark elf girls began. Deep within the Eastern mountain ranges, there within the fires of Mount Doom the forging of the great rings started. Rings of beautiful feminine designs, meant to give ever lasting beauty, wealth and dominion over their own people's.

Three were given to the High Elves, the oldest, wisest, most beautiful and long-lived of all the known races.

Seven to the greedy Dwarf lords, most stubborn, bulky little humanoid people, who are also great miners, masters of industry and craftsmen of the mountain halls where they live in solitude.

And nine, nine rings were gifted to the race of Men, a young race, a race that above all others desire power and beautiful women.

But all of them were deceived, for another ring was made.

In the fires of Mount Doom, the now extremely voluptuous and busty Dark Elf Queen Olga forged in secret herself a master ring, to control the other wearers of the rings to do something bad for her.

And into this one Ring, she also poured her an ability to turn invisible, to gain unnatural power, plus her dirty desires, her own submissive nature, and her want to make everyone be nice to her. A single Ring to make them all bow and recognise her as their Queen so all could live in peace and harmony under her.

And one by one the wearers of the rings fell into darkness. However Queen Olga had been deceived for the ones meant to carry these rings had in fact mostly given them as gifts to their wives, thinking that they looked kind of lame and gay in their own hands.

And one by one after starting to act crazy and do evil deeds like sleep with other men. The wearers were burned at the stake and no lands in fact fell to her. Horrified by this the Dark Queen actually then made herself into a Queen out of fear.

She along with her assistant summoned great legions of undead that built her a mighty black castle. There she hoped to hide away from the scary things within the outside world, but the races of men, dwarves and High elves were not satisfied with this peace.

So the three races amassed into a vast army and formed the alliance of the free people's of the West. And together they marched an offly long way to the mountain range where mount doom was.

Olga having not been complacent herself had then started to gather a real army of her own. From the wilderness she had found the Beastmen tribes. On the grassy vast planes of the east there came the centaurs, absolutely hideous creatures. Half horse and top half some goat face type of men.

From the southern mountains of the unnamed lands she found minotaurs and harpies. And also some mercenary ogres joined her as well, alongside the two legged beast men who walked on hoofs and were like goats.

With this and the promise of getting to ravege a lot of beauties in the West she had managed to assemble a huge beastly horde for herself. However she didn't really control them much at all, instead they all held their own leader and own goals. Many in fact were more interested in having her rather than anything else.

But the Dark Queen Olga wasn't a idiot and had made sure to always surround herself with her undead knights. She also let no beasts within her dark castle and made them live down below on the grassy planes where they belonged.

Then the day came when the huge army of the West came. And on the slopes of mount doom they faced the army of beasts.

With 60 thousand souls mostly consistent of humans the armies of the West faltered. For before them on the mountain side was more than a hundred thousand snarling beasts. Beasts that would not hesitate to fuck the ladies within the army, possibly even fuck the men and then after everything eat them all alive if possible.

But there was one who wasn't afraid of these beasts. On a tall boulder before the army stood this man, dressed within a gorgeous silver armour, with a mighty red cape and a massive two-handed sword in hand. The man looked upon them all and spoke from a top that boulder to them."

"Sons and daughters of the West hear me now! I am the silver knight, the Vanquisher of evil, the slayer of dragons and yes my name is in fact Jeff!

But also know that I am in fact 222 centimetres tall, not 220! I've killed men by the hundreds in the past, with my bare hands no less! I have fucked many wives and bore many cute children! I even had my way with some of you fine woodland ladies and High Elves as well, thank you for that by the way!"

Hearing this the humans cheered in victory, the High Elves growled in displeasure, the few Woodland Elven females blushed, while the dwarves merely wondered who crafter the man's armour. Then the man implanted his mighty silver sword within the boulder as if he were merely sticking a butter knife in butter.

This immediately silenced everyone as the man then continued by saying.

"Now listen up everyone! The point here is that I in fact share something with all the races here! I know your people and I know that you all love freedom as much as I do! But more than anything I know that we all love to gain prestige from winning in battle! So let's fucking fight and win for the sake of victory!"

Quickly in that moment loud cheers erupted in the vast army as Jeff did a motion with his hands to make them yell even louder. The army was all fired up now, their many voices easily drowned out the monsters snarls and growls.

Amongst the monsters numbers some beast tried to hold a speech as well, but sadly within the savage and diverse army hardly anyone could understand him. However as the monster let out a powerful growl and began to charge, that the army understood and was quick to then follow along.

Under their Charge the ground shook and trembled. However there was no fear within the armies of the West as they were filled with the want to win for the glory of winning, plus the stubborn dwarven spears were at the front. This meaning that the more cowardly races of men and especially elves wouldn't have to face death within the first few seconds of the battle.

Then before the horde of beasts like a tidal wave of flesh crashed into the armies of the West. Dwarven ballistas opened up from the back along with thousands of Elven archers and dwarven crossbows. There were some men with bows, but they weren't all that worthy of being mentioned, after all they were but men.

And as the missiles rained down upon the army of beasts hundreds upon hundreds instantly fell. And as they did other tripped on their bodies and then were trampled to death by their comrades who followed. Thousands died in mere seconds, but it didn't matter. The smell of blood, fresh meat and death merely made the beasts even more bloodthirsty and eager for battle.

"Tangado haid! Leithio i philinn!"

Elven commanders desperately yelled to their men. While humans and dwarves used the common tongue that was German to say.

"Position halten! Pfeile abfeuern! Feuer, Feuer, Feuer! Erschießt, ihr Wichser, erschießt!"

Though the missile fire was great the beasts nonetheless managed to close the gap between the two armies. Like a tide they came, laughing with glee and growling as they crushed their own fallen and wounded comrades underfoot.

Line after line of them fell to the missiles, but they kept coming and then finally the horde slammed into the first line of spears. One could just hear the dwarves bones break as they tried to hold on the their spears and keep their shields up. But the enemies bodies were heavy and by sheer force and numbers they smashed through the line within an instant.

Elves and men at the back frantically lashed out with their swords, spears and axes. Many dwarves simply disappeared under the mass of enemies as other continued to fight with their hammers and axes.

Then as they pushed further men along with elves within their fancy golden armours began to be torn limb from limb. The enemies wielded nothing but crude weapons of poor designs, but their power was enough to crush skulls, split bodies and break fingers.

Huge minotaurs joined the fray, using their bodies to push in deep, crushing many under them and sending others airborne. Along with them the savage ogre's came wielding huge clubs and cleavers meant for cutting the tender flesh of weaker races into nice pieces ready for eating.

Then explosions of fire came dotting the lines turning friend and foe alike into charred black corpses and flaming torches that yelled in excruciating pain to the sky. From the back the mages had decided to join the fight. Fire ball after fireball they sent forth towards the mass of enemies, however limited their magic might have been.

And slowly cold spread amongst some parts of the line as ice mages came. They froze the minotaurs in place, buying the men a few seconds to hack and slash the monsters into bits before they could break away from the ice and continue to do more damage.

Still the wave pushed onwards and in their final acts of bravery fire mages overheated their own cores and charged into the enemy as they exploded in glorious displays of bravery. May their lights shine for an eternity.

Far in the rear beastly centaurs tried to flank the armies of the West, but were quickly met by Kislevs bear cavalry. Plus with armoured men riding a top of those beasts they were truly an unstoppable force. Before them even the minotaurs found it hard to resist and fight back. The bears were truly powerful creatures and combined with the spears of their riders they were even greater.

Blood and bodies were everywhere as men and beasts hacked one another into bits of meat and corpses. Slowly the battlefield started to seem like a marshland of blood and piles of bodies in between as tens of thousands from both sides lay slain, but the battle did seem to be turning to a victorious one for the West.

And within this moment the king of the High Elves, Gil-Galad saw an opportunity to win. Taking out a finely crafted wooden whistle in the shape of an eagle, he blew on it and in doing so sent forth his 60 eagle riders to finally break the enemy lines.

Not wanting to be outdone by the Elves the human kings were quick to also summon forth their reserves that were the demigryph knights and Pegasus knights.

Together the three types of flying beasts prepared themselves to crash into the enemy army, but the Dark Queen had predicted this and so she sent forth her harpies. Beings resembling human women, but their hands were nothing but wings, naked bodies partially covered in feathers and overall they were just really unpleasant to look at.

However along with them she also sent forth a huge flock of bats and undead birds which had claws of poison. If these undead creatures scratched or bit a person too many times their bodies would begin to grow weak and eventually without proper treatment die, and once death took them the poison within would raise them up again to fight all living things mindlessly, even the Beastmen.

And so the two flying forces crashed into one another in mid air. From down below it was as if a swarm of big flies were battling with a swarm of mosquitos. However these flies were large and once slain would come crashing to the ground killing anyone who didn't dodge this in time.

From down below archers tried to assist the eagles and knights within the air, but were quickly stormed by the undead birds. With their claws they scratched the archers again and again as they used their beaks to rip out the archers eyes.

One by one the archers began to fall and as they did so, they slowly began to turn into the undead. Rising from amongst the bodies and blood covered ground they pulled out daggers and with them rushed to stab and slash their former comrades. Some even bit or merely scratched into the livings flesh infecting them as well.

Victory seemed near for the Dark Queen and out of sheer curiosity she then decided to come see what a real battle actually looked like. Never had she actually herself really seen a battle or blood for that matter. Back in her past she had merely run away from the village before she had really even gotten to see anything. So for encouragement she decided to even bring her assistant with her to see what was going on.

Sitting upon a mighty dark throne carried by dark undead knights they then came. With trembling hands the busty Queen hugged the more confident and less busty girl on her lap as they looked upon the bloody scene down below the mountain.

Just then the Dark Queen faltered at the sight that she saw there. She could hardly believe just how violent and mad everyone was. And within that instant she decided to just get rid of everybody, even her own allies.

So with a simple wave of her hand she sent her undead army forth to get rid of all the evil people of the world. In the front came the liches using their magic to start reviving all the fallen souls on the field to fight and kill all living for good.

However within that moment two men saw their opportunities come. From above within the sky, riding a top his eagle King Gil-Galad could see the skimpily dressed busty queen and her hot assistant so clearly.

And though he would have wished to imprison them for good and make both of them his sex slaves, the king fought his urges and just decided to end them there.

With a simple command he rallied his sky riders to him and together they gave him a chance to get through the flock of undead birds and harpies. And then as he came close enough to reach the Queen he stood up on his eagle and with swords in hand leaped straight towards the Dark Queen and her Assistant. He was going to throw his body against them and earn eternal glory in doing so.

Or well that's what many like to believe, but most likely within the heat of the moment the king merely failed to realise just how high he was. And so like a flashy golden stone he fell from the sky.

Like a mad man he yelled out his war cry.

"God is truly great! For eternal glory!"

His battle cry was so powerful that it caught the two Dark elf girls attention and frightened them to no extent. And as they screamed in fear they mindlessly scrambled backwards and accidentally fell off of their throne. And in doing so saved themselves as the king came crashing down upon the now empty throne with a hard bang.

The mighty impact sound of the Elven King carried far throughout the mountain side. Many cheered as the cloud of dust rose from the point of impact, to them it seemed that their king was truly powerful unlike any other. But as the dust settled many took note of the girlish screams in the air and to their horror saw that somehow the two Dark Elves had survived the king's mighty strike, while the king hadn't.

Quickly the High Elves especially fell into despair at the sight of this. However the now dishevelled and frightened Dark elf females were also in despair. They hugged one another unsure now of what they should do. Never had they imagined men to be so crazy, so scary to actually do something so suicidal to be so blood thirsty. To them it seemed like men were real monsters, demons in the flesh.

So they pissed themselves and thought of running. However unknown to them, the battle was already basically won for them. Having lost their high king the High Elves were already demoralised and ready to run, but it was in this moment, when all hope seemed lost for the West, that the Silver knight Jeff came running in.

Somehow by a mix of skill, strength and a lot of luck he got to a viewing distance of the Queen on an opposite hill top. Jeff was truly strong, but before thousands of undead even his courage quickly faltered.

There was seemingly no way that he could physically make it to the Dark Queen, he couldn't win and so it was the end for them all it seemed, but at least he had finally seen them somewhat close. In fact in that moment Jeff couldn't help but tell the Queen about that what he had seen, so he yelled to her.

"Hey Dark Queen, put on some clothes! I can totally see your pink beautiful nipples, tits and ass! The same goes for you little missy! Not that I'm complaining, both of you look really nice! You fucking blonde haired missy and you long black haired, tan skinned bitch Queen!"

Confused the two Dark Elves looked down at themselves and quickly noticed that their loose dresses had in fact totally come loose. They were butt naked, he could totally see everything even as their bountiful soft bodies were hugging one another. To both their horrors the man was indeed right. And so with haste the Queen replied to the man by yelling in embarrassment.

"You you, you brute! Pervert!"

And with that the two Dark Elf beauties ran and ran away. Down the hill towards the Dark castle close to the mountain of doom. But within their haste they failed to notice that they were in fact running slightly to the right, down the hill and up towards the wrong mountain. Until suddenly both of them came to the top of a beautiful waterfall from where they blindly ran off of it and fell.

"AHH, yih, Kyaahh!"

The Queen and her assistant yelled like the fairly young elven maidens they were, by elven standards that is. And as they fell they caused a light splash as they hit the water below. Thanks to their naturally light and soft bodies their impact was greatly lessened. Although within the waters depths the ring accidentally slipped off of the Queen's slender finger.

Despite her best efforts she had made the thing too big for her slender fingers and so the Queen and her armies were defeated. The enemies of the free-peoples of the west by some miracle known only to a few, just suddenly lost hope and ran away. Even the undead slowly started to scatter and mindlessly went off to hunt the living wherever there were living things to kill.

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost.

History became legend, legend became myth, and for two hundred years or something like that, the Ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer, a small hobbit named Gollum.

Who due to his gambling debts and other sins was driven away from his parents home and made to find a job for himself. But instead he took the ring deep into the tunnels of the Misty Mountains. And there instead of him selling it off to get some coin, and then getting a job, it consumed him and so Gollum gave into the addiction and became a simple addicted Halfling man.

He even began rambling to himself within the caves of the mountains saying shit like.

"It came to me, my own, my love, my own, my precious, unlike my former girlfriend that bitch! Gollum, Gollum!"

But luckily for him he didn't die lonely within the caves. No, instead the Ring brought to Gollum an unnaturally long life, without bitches or sex. And for three hundred years or something it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's cave, named by he himself, the ring waited.

Darkness crept back into the forest of the world. Rumor grew of a shadow in the east, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Ring of Power perceived its time had now come. So It abandoned Gollum, kind of like his girlfriend. It simply slipped out his hand as he wasn't looking and before he knew any better it had already found another man.

But something happened then the Ring did not expect. For it was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable, a decent man, a Halfling man in fact.

While lost and wandering in the cave in search of his friends the Halfling named Bilbo Baggins had picked up the thing by accident. And instead of putting it on, he merely said.

"What's this? Oh dear it seems someone's misses is not going to be happy to have lost such a fine thing. Just how does one drop a thing like this into a dark cave? Well better keep it safe just in case I find its owner."

So once again Gollum was abandoned and alone, left to yell and cry within his cave. "Lost! My precious is lost! My love, my girlfriend, my wife! How could you do this to me again? Fu Fu fuck, fucking bitches!"

And so it seems that the time will soon surely come when Hobbits will in fact shape the fortunes of all, or at least have that ring taken from them eventually by a busty Queen.