The Queen of the Rings.

Many years had passed in peace and now it is the year 950 A,S, after our lord Sighard the great and mighty Hammerer. And for these past 950 years the world of Terra has been in relative peace, not counting that minor incident with the dark queen, the reconquista of Iberia, the Invasion of Sparta by the mighty Caliphate of Arabia, the Conquest of Albion by king Uther of the Kingdom of Albion, the Francs failed invasion of Albion, the Kislev and Empire border wars, the great crusade of the north against the barbarians, the constant raids by the barbaric northern tribes, the constant slave raids of Araby against the west and so on. Basically the world has been in relative peace with only major wars happening every two or so years, plus there were the famines, plagues and such.

Other than that the Western nations have started to see great growth and development in recent years. Thanks to the adventures of the young prince of Albion named Gandalf and his 13 dwarven companions, they had discovered black powder far in the East.

Funnily enough they were merely on a quest to reclaim some mountains back to the dwarves of the East. But along the way Gandalf had decided to go a bit further to the mighty lands of the great heavenly dragon Empire. Where he had then discovered the secrets to black powder and a great many other things as well that were mostly a secret to the rest of the West.

But most importantly, he had found the then primitive and mostly unknown race of the Halflings there in the midpoint between the West and the East. Strangely enough Gandalf having met them and mister Bilbo Baggins then, had thought them to be lost children or something. Though he did find it odd how developed the girls were for mere children, and a bit more mature looking. And the same seemed to be the case for the boys as well.

Of course after some time with them and having learned their language after a lot of time Gandalf later did discover that they were merely a race of small people. And they were definitely not all children as he had thought them to be at first.

Back then the Halflings were nothing but a primitive race living in holes deep under the ground, where they hid from the vile ogres, animals and beastmen. Within those simple warm holes they wore hardly any clothes and all shared a close bond with one another as true family.

However thanks to their curiosity, but skittish natures the kind Gandalf had managed to befriend mister Bilbo with some cookies, taken him by force on his mighty adventure to the mountain, found him to be worthy of being trained as an assassin or a thief thanks to his light, tough and nimble small body, and then after returning to Bilbos home he forced them all to move into the safe and lush lands of plenty, that was the island of Albion.

Along the way mister Bilbos sister had somehow gotten herself pregnant with mister Gandalfs baby and then in Albion given birth to a healthy baby boy named Frodo. And unlike most Halfling boys who only grew to be 100 centimetres tall like little children, Frodo already at the age of 15 was 126 centimetres tall and packed with muscles.

Blessed by the red core of strength, given to him by the genes of Gandalf his body naturally became tougher, stronger, his wounds healed faster and he grew to become a true Baggins, because he was carrying quite the balls on him, and a mighty stick of meat as well enough to get any woman to stare with hunger at him....

So on this island called Albion, within the Kingdom of Albion that some had called in some past world England. The Halflings had been forcefully settled in the west of the island, behind the tall mountains and on the rolling hills close to the shore. There under the magical light of these lands rulers they grew fields of plenty and herded large flocks of sheep.

Here life was good, there were no predators for them to fear, as the big men had killed all of them on the Island. Food grew really fast and was plentiful thanks to the holy power of the Angelic Queen Lilis light stones, diseases and sickness hardly ever killed or were even seen and all the three races one human, one Lycans and the last one Halflings lived in harmony here together.

In fact life was so easy here that many of the Halflings would have been more than happy to just lay around all day doing nothing. But due to the places called schools and the militaristic nature of the Kingdom of Albion all were forced to train daily.

almost every day the coaches would come from school. They would gather all within the shire and make them run ten kilometres, do 100 pushups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, 100 practice swings with large metallic swords. And lastly they were forced to duel each other till one bled enough so that the instructor was satisfied, and all this was done in the morning. Luckily the holy light stone of the villages church of the holy light would always heal them.

But still it was quite hard, however quickly everyone had started to find out that this in fact wasn't such a hard routine after all. Once one just got used to it, well then it was easy going from there. After all one merely after the morning routine then needed to attend school if he or she was a child and school was way easier than working like most other people used to do back in the day. There they learn to read, write, count, do geography, some life skills and most importantly they learned how to wage war, how to fight in a war and kill with all sorts of weapons. And one could even learn the Francis language there or Germans as well, the two being the major languages used by all the nobility on the continent of Europe.

However none of these things were of course done each and every day. In fact most days people merely went swimming, had some drinks at the dancing dragon Inn or something else. Basically most people just layd about most of the time and took it easy when they weren't working on the fields or doing something else that they had to do in order to make some coin to buy more drinks and fancy things.

Of course Frodo was no such loser. He didn't wish to be lazing around in those comfy and tidy Halfling homes. No, Frodo wanted to be an adventurer like his father Gandalf and Uncle Bilbo.

And even if he was but a bastard of his father's making like so many of his other children, Gandalf had still promised to make him the ruler of all the Halflings in Albion, which weren't many, but still. It was a great honour and to gain the title the King of the Halflings of Albion he was going to work hard.

Each day he trained with his two daggers, his massive two-handed sword, throwing knives and his little bow. He even hit the outdoor gym with his friends as often as he could, as long as it wasn't raining, which it was quite often here. And during the rest of his day he would either smash rocks with his head or body at large to train his core of strength, or then he would read books about war and building big things for his little people.

And so on the 25th of December, 950 A,S, was a Christmas day like any other in Albion. It was in fact a day that could have been mistaken for a summer day somewhere else within the world at large. For it was quite a warm and sunny day, like most days in Albion. Which was just one more of their Angelic Princess Lilis gifts given upon all the inhabitants in Albion.

And there in a forest close to the village named Shire, Frodo was laying lazily under the shade of a mighty tree as he red his book about war. A book written by none other than the Mighty Crown Prince Arthur Pendragon, who in fact was married to the Angelic Princess Lili and both of them were funnily enough his grandparents.

With a serious look of concentration on his face he read the same story within the book again for the hundred time or something. He just couldn't help it, his grandfather was a genius and within the book spoke of such grand battles that could not be found in any other book. Battles like the one between the three hundred mighty Spartans and the million strong peasant horde of Persia.

Damn he loved the book so much, but then suddenly his expression changed. He could hear a man singing and humming a toon within the distance. Realising who it was he quickly closed the book, straightened his curly golden blonde hair, stood up and ran to meet the one singing that song.

Though his body looked like one belonging to some fitness model, Frodos steps were light and running speed fast as he sped through the forest with a smile on his face. Sure he had left his book on the forest floor there, but here it didn't matter.

Thanks to the great unity of the nation one could leave their belongings anywhere and nobody would ever take them. In fact, leaving his book there was great as his name was written on it and so if someone found it they would act as his personal post man and most likely deliver it straight to his home.

With this in mind he ran without a care in the world towards the man that he so fondly looked up to as his master, his friend and so much more. while running Frodo quickly pulled up the sleeves of his mostly open white button up shirt, he quickly dusted off his casual green pants and checked his leather shoes for anything bad. And then he could hear him there right up ahead past the trees, he could also hear the squeaking of his old horse drawn wagon, but mostly his singing was heard.

"The ride a lonely road the only road that I have ever known. I don't know how it goes ever on and on down from my home to some women's bussom. Oh la la laa I love wemen and magic trallalaa. Now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow if only to see her panties so that I can…"

It was not a beautiful singing voice but it was something that made him smile nonetheless. Coming to a stop next to a tall elevated spot overlooking the road he could indeed see there the old man.

Dressed in his casual gray wizard clothes, with that silly looking big hat of his and a big Smoking Pipe within his mouth he could smell him so clearly. That pipe of his was always filled with all types of herbs meant to ease the mind and cleanse the lungs of all impurities or well that's what he had heard.

Also just why did his old man have to ride that old cart of his, the Black Horse of Albion that pulled it was an absolute beast of a horse almost three meters tall. It was way too big for such a small cart and now it just looked silly.

Plus the man's white hair and beard so didn't go well with the gray he wore. Besides his beard and hair were way too long, it made him look old from afar, which he in fact was, but up close everyone could merely see a man that seemed like he was within his early twenties and muscular like none other as well. If he wanted to he could totally playe the part of some young valiant knight, but just why didn't he do it? It would have been so cool.

Shaking his head in disappointment at the man's uncool look, he crossed his arms and playfully said.

"You're late!"

Hearing this the old man brought the cart to a halt and seriously looked to the boy, took his pipe out his mouth and said.

"My boy, a Prince is never late. He arrives precisely whenever the fuck he wants to."

For a moment the both of them eyed each other seriously, but quickly began to grin and crack up into laughter.

"Hahaha!"

Then without further hesitation Frodo leaped into the mans arms who warmly welcomed him with a big hug. Hugging the man tightly Frodo felt such warmth and joy within this old man's embrace. Even being as old as he was now, the old man still was so big compared to him, he was over two meters tall and next to him he was still his favourite little boy. Smiling happily at the thought of this he then said.

"Oh, its wonderful to see you Father."

Laughing joyfully at the boys warm greeting the old man said.

"Ooh! You didn't think I'd miss your birthday my boy? Hahaha."

Hearing the mans words Frodo felt so relieved. Breaking away from the hug he then happily sat next to him, his father Gandalf. He felt so glad to see that the man had remembered his birthday again like he always did. They didn't see each other all that often and Father saw even less of his mother, but whenever he did come to see him it was so great.

With excitement in his voice Frodo couldn't help but then ask.

"What news of the outside world dad? Has grandmother gotten pregnant again yet, or have there been wars or new inventions within the capital? Please you gotta tell me everything, please dad."

Slowly as the cart began to move forward while encumbered by the heavy load of the fireworks that it carried, Gandalf his father patted Frodo on his head and said.

"Everything? You seriously want to hear everything? Ooh my boy you sure are quite the curious Halfling, aren't you? Well it makes me proud to hear, curiosity is a good trait to have, just don't be too curious in the face of something possibly dangerous or it might come and bite you in the butt. That's how I snatched up your Uncle Bilbo and forced him to become my friend. Well it did end up working out for him in the end, I guess, hahaha. Hmm, but let me think, what else can I tell you? Hmm, well I guess life in the wide world goes on much as it has this past age, full of its own comings and goings I suppose. Most of the world is still scarcely aware of the existence of Halflings or Albion for that matter. Father still insists on us keeping to our isolationist policy, so to the outside world we are but a shroud of mystery and magic. Which I for one am very thankful for, we don't need no French spies wondering about our lands, although young unmarried virgin women are welcome as always, hahaha!"

As the large father and small Halfling son duo chatted along happily and rode into the small Halfling village called the Shire, little people quickly started to take note of them. Small like human babies the little kids that were in fact over four years old came running out their homes yelling in excitement.

"Look it's Gandalf, it's Gandalf! Hey Gandalf, hey! Look at me I'm a big girl now, 65 centimetres in fact!"

With a wide grin on his face Gandalf couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the cute little things. Conjuring up his magic within his arms he then shot out fireballs into the sky and by turning his open palms into fists the things exploded. Like shooting stars the remnants of them flew around within the sky.

Seeing this the children cheered as the adults watched with awe. Then with a quick sweep of his hand he sent out powerful gusts of wind easily extinguishing the flames in mid air before they hit the ground. Although he was quick to make sure to blow some air within the adult women's skirts as well to make them cutely yelp out in surprise, as he then managed to catch a nice long glimpse of their naughty underwear.

Seeing it Frodo was quite intrigued as well. In fact as a funny fact underwear was something that his grandmother had introduced to the kingdom, or well she called it modern underwear to be a bit more specific. And not only was it a single underwear colour or type, but a lot of different colours and types which he was always happy to see on the women.

Seeing his father's naughty actions Frodo couldn't help but smile, as Gandalf did so as well while happily saying.

"My boy, this will surely be a night to remember, hahaha!"

And with that the father and son duo happily rode further into town to meet Mister Bilbo and his family, along with Frodos mother as well.