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FAE
Magazine
Issue
12
Halloween
Ordering Status: We're working right up to Halloween to ensure
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order in :)
Long ago, in the Second Age of man, the Conservative party forged the Ring of Power.
The Dark Lady, Thatchor, put forth her power into the Ring and used it to spread dread and despair throughout the land.
In the Last Alliance of Elves and Men, Blair the Numenorian cut the Ring from the hand of Thatchor; and whilst her spirit faded, he coveted the Ring; and his failure to destroy it utterly let the memory of her malice linger.
Blair was slain crossing the Thames by a wayward band of toryorcs, and the Ring vanished in its murky waters.
But then a strange thing came to pass. Cameron, one of the toff-folk that lived near the river, was ripping apart an innocent badger when he noticed a glint in the water. Being a slimy, loathsome creature, he was used to murky depths and so retrieved the Ring of Power.
But then a stranger thing came to pass. Brown, of the Renfrew-Shire, was on his travels with the Dwarves when he encountered Cameron in his dank chambers. He found the Ring, not knowing it’s power; but being swift of learning, he used it to escape from Cameron’s lair.
These great tidings reached the ears of the wise; and the Counsel of Elrond decreed that the Ring should be cast into the Fires of Orodruin from whence it came and so be unmade.
Brown set off from the Shire with his faithful gardener, Clegg, and after enduring many perils, they came at last to Mount Doom. But Cameron crawled after them, whining “Thief! Thief! We hates it forever! I’ll roll up my sleeves and win back my precioussssssss!”
At the very Crack of Doom, where Blair had faltered, Brown also hesitated and claimed the Ring as his own. Clegg was appalled. And as Brown proclaimed himself Lord, Cameron smote Clegg with a dead fox and hurled himself at Brown.
At the edge of Doom Cameron and Brown struggled; and Cameron bit off Brown’s finger. In a frenzy of joy, Cameron capered at the edge of the precipice; but Clegg, rising from his swoon, lunged at the capering tory fop and hurled him over the edge and into the fires.
The world rejoiced. But Brown, weary of his labours, set sail into retirement and handed the keys of 10 Bag End to Clegg.
But
then the Dark Lord Thatchor breathed new life into the incinerated Cameron; and
he rose from the ashes and cast a spell of enchantment upon the witless servant
Clegg. Whereupon they joined in foul union; and even as we speak they are
covering the land in a second darkness.
Who
will rise up against this evil? Shall we stand and fall alone whilst the
lands about us whither? Or shall we look into the west; and see a tall,
white ship; it's prow gleaming in the setting sun; and hail it's captain:
For
it is written that, in these last days, Valinor will not forsake us: and send
forth our saviour, the white wizard Mil-libánd.
(or
it might be Ed Balls. Foresight fails us at this point)