Hi guys! This is my first fan-fic, a story that takes place several years after the events of Return of the King. If you guys like it, I'll keep posting!
Middle Earth was finally at peace. The age of men was beginning, the days of sorcery and elves were diminishing… Or so they thought. When The Ring of Power was inadvertently dropped into Orodruin, a massive amount of energy was dispelled. The great tower of Barad-dûr crumbled to the ground, and the ever-watching eye blinked out.
Energy cannot be created by any other than Eru Ilúvatar himself, and even that is debatable. This law, however, applies to Sauron too. He did not die. He never did. Simply, his power, his spirit was scattered throughout the confines of Middle Earth. There was only one small flaw in the plan conceived by the Council of Elrond. Sauron had willpower, nearly to the likes of Morgoth himself. Sure, he may have been more powerful, but Sauron was smarter. He had survived for years, he had witnessed the ages go by, the rise and fall of empires, races, and he was not about to give up.
Somewhere upon the ruined slopes of Mount Doom, the deathly still landscape was being disturbed. For years now, there had been no movement within Mordor. Even the destructive volcano had been dormant. However, there was a power within, a great, dark power. The earth trembled and began to split, the ever darkened sky churned, and a fire awoke. More and more, the power grew, and with one astounding crack, a figure appeared. Shrouded in death, darkness, and fire, it struggled. It began to glow brighter, as the fire burned around it, power seeping into the silhouette. Within a moment, everything fell down to the ground, the skies calming, and leaving behind a silence louder than before.
Only the figure remained, kneeling, breathing heavily. It was donned in battle armor, badly beaten. It took off his helmet, casting it to the side, and getting up. He was over 9 feet tall, his face scarred, but handsome. His hair was long and black, his face sharp, much like an elf. He began to laugh, and he looked up, opening his eyes. They were the color of fire.