The world is changing; it grows dark. Sweetness is turning to bitterness; joy to sorrow; life to death. A shadow is falling. Few are not touched by it. Living in secret. Living where none know of them. Waiting, planning, preparing for the time they will strike. It will be the saving of all, or the destruction of all.

The time is drawing nigh. They prepare a sword. Into this sword they pour the future of all. Life, death. Whoever holds this sword controls all. They are now ready. They come forth, fighting, victory is near! Dainad, the enemy is soon to fall! With hope rising from the depths of each soul, the enemy Dainad is defeated; or so it is thought. Dainad with a small company, retreats to Morsc. Not to be seen for lifetimes. But his will to dominate has not been broken.

Over time the sword is lost. It’s existence becomes legend, believed only by those who were there. Soon they live no more; and it’s existence is believed by none.

War creeps back into the world. Destruction replaces beauty. Misery replaces happiness. Then by chance, the sword is found; But by one of Dainad’s company. Dainad has now become powerful again. His company is now large. His darkness is once again spreading across the world; poisoning minds; changing good to evil.

There are but few now, that are not touched by his malice and hatred.

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In a bright corner of the world, there is a small civilization. Ruled by no one person; indeed not ruled by any. The people’s sole purpose is to live a long life enjoying every bit of it. They know little of what goes on beyond their borders, and if they did, would not much care. Among these people, there is one in particular. He is the one our story begins with. His name is Rehsir. Little does he care about what happens beyond his front door. He is a pleasant sort. Liked by most everybody. He concerns himself with his own affairs, and stays out of others. About forty-one years of age, perhaps a few years older. He is short in stature, with curly blond hair, and a beard of the same sort. He has but one friend from the outer world who visits. A man.

Simple in appearance, but strong minded, and well bred. Tall in stature, raven black hair, green eyes. Quite the opposite of Rehsir. The man’s name is Illev. He renders to make known his business in the outer world to Rehsir with little success.

Despite the one wanting nothing, and the other everything, to do with other people, they are deep in friendship.

Also in that small corner lives Rehsir second cousin; Renib, whom nobody likes. He is rude, loud, in everybody’s business wether welcome or not, smelly, fat, altogether a nuisance to the town of Resal. He has a wife and but one child, who is just a miniature form of him.

Though unwanted (loudly spoken, and numerously said to him) he is at Rehsir's; for he is always sure of getting a good meal there.

Then there are the numerous friends. Wampal, Cegs, Henri, Boj, Daisy (who is just as she sounds), Rector, and many more that will not be mentioned for sake of your time, and room on the page.

We begin at the wedding of Relli and Rector. A handsome couple they make. Equally matched in all aspects. Dancing and singing you never saw, nor will you likely see again.

"Fine wedding, eh Boj." Rehsir remarked as they sat beer in one hand, pipe in the other.

"Indeed it is. Finer wedding I never saw." Said Boj with a contented sigh. "Never in my life have I had such a fine feast, nor such a fine mug."

Rehsir chuckled, Always thinking about food and drink aren’t you? He thought.

"Illev come and join us!" Rehsir shouted spying his friend across the hall.

"Thank you, no. I must be on my way."

"But there is a wedding on. Can’t you stay a longer? I’ll wager your business is not near as important as this wedding?"

"Perhaps not, but still, I must be on my way."

"Suit yourself, lad. Till our next meeting then."

"Till our next meeting." Illev said waving a hand in the air as his farewell.

"Nice fellow, that Illev," Boj commented. "It’s a pity he’s not around more often."

"Indeed it is."Rehsir said with a fond look on his face. "But we must not look mournful in the face of the audience."

Boj turned ‘round to find the whole of the room looking at him. He cleared his throat nervously, and looked at Rehsir who was perfectly settled puffing at his pipe.

"Uh–."

"You don’t do very well at it, do you?" Rehsir whispered. "Let me have a go and show you how it’s done."

Rehsir stood and cleared his throat in a most impressive way. He tapped his pipe on his hand and began to speak,

"Dear people, families, young and old," This was received with great applause and shouts of, "Dear indeed! Dear indeed!", "Young AND old is what he said," and "Well spoken, sir! Well spoken!" Roivas bowed slightly, and went on,

"It is with great happiness that I present to you, our new couple, just joined in holy matrimony, with hope of happy years,..." (This went on for some time, loudly applauded after every fact and hope, until finally).."The Wobbses!" Here There was much joining of hands, and well wishes. Followed by yet more feasting, drinking, dancing, and merrymaking unbeknown to the outer world.

Rehsir looked about him. Smiling faces were all about him, and he was quite happy to be among such merry folk.

"Wonderful time and place for the joining of two." He said to a man by the name of Myk who lay beside him fast asleep.

"Hm," He chuckled a bit to himself, " Probably too much of that fine beer and pork. Which reminds me," Said he standing, "I need to get some myself."

He walked ‘cross the hall to the table and sat to feast on the roast pork.

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I would like to know, if this sounds too much like Lord of the Rings. The beginning is supposed to sound similar to the beginning of the Lord of the Rings movie...but I really wouldn't like it to sound identical.
Also, does the wedding idea sound too much like Biblo's birthday? And is the sword idea too close to the ring idea?
I think I'm going for a writing style mixed between Lewis and Tolkien, but I don't want to copy them. Any help would be greatly appreciated.