The Tale of a Statue
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit, well several hobbits that decided they needed help from us all to construct a statue, hobbits like nothing better than eating so they ate and sent us all out on a journey to collect those rare and fascinating objects....Bounders Bags, inside these bags we would find rare tokens that the hobbits needed to build the statue. Servers across the world had one mission, find the bags by scouring Middle Earth, and so they ventured forth on an Epic Journey.
Vanyar ventured all the way to Appledores farm in the shire, their journey more akin to an apple picking contest, here they rested, the rest moved on.
Maiar wandered a little further with the servers, until they came across Lalia's Market in Bree, here the ladies stopped, looked, saw shoes and dresses, and there Maiar's journey ended, and the rest moved on.
Brandywine and Belegaer came across a strange wizard, talking with the animals, they felt at peace, they rested, and the others moved on.
Seeing trolls in Dol Dinen was enough to make Gwaihir rethink their journey, deciding North Downs was far enough, their journey ended and the rest moved on.
Whilst travelling with the servers Landroval and Meneldor came to a farm, the farmer asked for help and they so enjoyed feeding cows, muddying the pigs, stomping on grapes etc that they decided there journey would end and Northcotton Farm would be a good place to stay, the rest moved onwards.
As the other servers came across the strange land of mainly water, commonly known as Everswim, Morthond, Dwarrowdelf, Laurelin and Snowbourn decided their journey was at an end, the rusting amour, the endless swimming was enough to convince them their journey was over.
At the Ford of Bruinen, the Nazgul were defeated, but the fight took its toll on Firefoot, Anduin, Withywindle and Sirannon and they wished the remaining servers well, and ended their search, and the rest moved on.
Fighting off the bitter cold, trying to keep their ears from freezing and their noses from dropping off in the Misty mountains, Windfola, Gladden, Gilrain and Vilya made their final camp, the rest moved on.
The Walls of Moria loomed, the watcher reared out of the water, Arkenstone and Crickhollow had seen enough, loading Bill the Pony with the many Bounder Bags, they waved goodbye to the others, and ended their journey.
Fighting through Moria, into the lush green of Lothlorien, and the dark depression that is Mirkwood, the other servers extended, with increasing difficulty the search for bags.
Elendilmir, Silverlode, Imladris and Nimrodel found there happiness in Dunland, they had journeyed far, but here they stopped. The rest moved on.
Through the Great River and into Rohan the remaining servers continued, seeing the riders, Eldar and Riddermark found peace, the rest moved on.
Estel found Wildermore, and a sight they never expected, Nurzum, he towered above them, he turned the world around them to ice, they were spent, Estel had reached their goal. With warm wishes and fond farewells they said goodbye to Evernight, leaving them to face the final journey alone.
Evernight was alone, but with determination in their hearts they continued fighting and searching against all odds, knowing that as Boromir said, "One does not simply walk into Mordor" , they struggled on, hearing a voice as they journeyed, a speech to lift their spirits once more, "today is the day Evernight declared in one voice, We will not go quietly into the night! We're going to live on! we're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence.
The Black Gate came into view, the final bag was collected, Evernight held their weapons aloft and as one voice the cry was heard across Middle Earth "FREEDOM"