Hidden life of Sauron
In LOTR-movies we never really learned anything about Sauron or his motivations. This fic answers the question.
Sauron waited on the top of his tower as the Witch-king flew to him.
´´We´re readying our armies to lay siege on Minas Tirith´´, reported the Witch-king.
´´Great!´´ answered Sauron with unusual glee in his voice(although the leader of Nazguls felt a little puzzled and amused by that a floating, flaming eye could talk, not that he ever said to to Sauron), ´´Soon those arrogant, dastardly morons will face their inevitable doom. Show no mercy. They don´t deserve an inch of it.´´
´´Like we ever really show or even think of giving it to any of our enemies´´, thought the Witch-king, ´´or anyone who stands in our way. I guess you don´t trust anybody, not even your own generals.´´
´´That won´t be a problem´´, said the Witch-king, ´´and neither is finding that hobbit in that city and taking the Ring from him, but a few other things will.´´
Sauron glared silently at him while waiting for a reply.
The Nazgul-leader remarked, ´´The White Wizard, Mithrandir...´´
´´You´ll break him easily with that sword of yours.´´
´´Another dilemma is...´´ The Witch-king paused for a moment, because the name that crept into his mind made shivers ran through his wraith-like body. ´´Elessar.´´
Sauron was quiet for a second, apparently because he had just heard the name of the one who would destroy him(if he would have known who really was to bring on his doom, he´d probably have been distraught). He then glanced elsewhere, most likely Minas Tirith. ´´I don´t see him anywhere.´´
´´He could be hiding somewhere.´´
The Eye of Sauron looked back at him. ´´I don´t believe he´s in Minas Tirith, but he´s somewhere else on his way there.´´
´´We better conquer the City before he arrives with his friends, that overzealous elf prince and that short, groaning dwarf!´´
´´Be careful, they may not be that easy to beat when you encounter them. And I don´t think they wouldn´t come with some help.´´
´´I keep that in mind.´´
´´Once we have conquered the White City and found the Ring, rest of the Middle-Earth should fall easily. Before long, I´ll be able to reach Arda and get revenge on Valar and Maiar. Once we get rid of them all, all Middle-Earth and Arda will be in right hands.´´
The Witch-king nodded and flew away with his fell beast and left plotting on the top of his tower, both blissly ignorant of their eventual ironic fates.