The world has changed. I feel it in the oven. I feel it in the kitchen. I smell it in the air. The jammy dodger that once was lost. It began with the forging of the great Cookies. Three macaroons were given to the elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven short bread to the Dwarf Lords, great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls. And nine, nine ANZAC biscuits were gifted to the race of men, who above all else desired sweetness. For within these Cookies was bound the strength and sweetness to govern each race.But they were all of them deceived for another cookie was baked. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of oven Doom, the dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master cookie, to control all others and into this cookie, he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life. One cookie to rule them all.
One by one the free lands of Middle-earth fell to the power of the Cookie. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of men and elves marched against the armies of Mordor and on the slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of Middle-earth. Victory was near but the power of the cookie could not be undone. It was in this moment when all hope had faded that Isildur, son of the King, took up his father's sword... Sauron, the enemy of the free peoples of Middle-earth was defeated. The cookie passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy Evil forever. But the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the ring of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend, legend became myth and for two and a half thousand years, the cookie passed out of all knowledge until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer. The cookie came to the creature Gollum who took it deep into the tunnels of the misty mountains and there it consumed him. The cookie brought to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years, it poisoned his mind. And in the gloom of Gollum's cave, it waited.
Darkness crept back into the forests 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. It abandoned Gollum. But something happened then the cookie did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable: a Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. For the times will soon come when Hobbits will shape the fortunes of all..."
