I am desired by all.

I am the one who can destroy all.

I am my own master.

I control whoever has me.

I am the most powerful being in Middle-Earth.

Hobbits. I do so love Hobbits. The first one was killed before he could wear me, but the second one was much more fun. I slowly broke him, until he was a pathetic creature living in a dark hole. I was his master; I controlled him. Of course, after I had reduced him to a muttering clod who obeyed my every whim, he was no more fun. My purpose is to destroy, and once I have destroyed, I look for new things to wreak havoc upon. Finally another Hobbit came, and I made him take me, hoping to reduce him to a pitiful being as well. Oh yes, he used me once or twice, but the fool never grasped my full meaning and power. He gave me up in the end, the fool. No matter, he was getting old anyway. I wanted fresh meat, young meat, a young mind to make my own. And I got it.

He tried to ignore me at first, but I am not easily ignored. Although he would not admit it, he was slowly becoming mine. Then the fool did something far stupider than I ever imagined possible. He began to bring me home! To the land I was born in, the land that supplied my power! The fool must certainly be mad, for he did not want to use me, but he could not resist me in my own country! The closer we got, the stronger my power became. I began to wear on him even more, trying to bend him to my will. But I underestimated his determination. He resisted me, my call, my power. He fought me, and he won battles, but I was slowly winning the war.

Than that accursed Shelob poisoned him. I feared the foul orcs would try to take me, but no! Another Hobbit took me, kept me from the putrid orcs and their dumb minds. But this Hobbit was not much better than an orc. His mind was too filled with worry for his 'master' to heed my call. Fool! I am the great master! I was furious, to have come to my land in the hands of a strong one, one I could control and conquer with, only to be dumped off to an imbecile! Thank Mordor I did not have to stay with him long. The other Hobbit, the strong Hobbit, came back, and I began immediately to continue my crusade to make him mine. He still resisted me, but I was not worried. He would not last much longer.

Then he did the most foolish thing of all.

He brought me to the mountain.

The mountain! I could not believe it. Why would he bring me to where I was the strongest? I had not told him to, and he was still fighting me, so why would he bring me to the source of my power? Then I realized that the place I was my strongest, was also the place I was my weakest. The fool was going to try to destroy me! ME!

I used all my power, bending his mind to my will. At last! His fingers neared me, I was winning! Finally! He slipped me onto his finger - he was mine! I had won, Middle-Earth would be mine!

Than that fool, Smeagol, he tried to take me back! Fool, I am the master and I choose my servants! Smeagol was useless, but he was strong. He severed me from my servant, and began to dance at his barbaric success. Suddenly, the fool lost his balance, and fell into the mountain, taking me with him.

I was desired by all.

I was the One who could destroy all.

I was my own master.

I controlled whoever had me.

I was the most powerful in Middle-Earth.

And I hate Hobbits.

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