Prelude
Nothing is known of me...time has engulfed my whole existence...never to be acknowledged by future generations...never to be known or honored like my husband...Isildur, son of Elendil, High King of Gondor...I am Vorondomë an invisible young maiden, the daughter of Ëartáren, a mighty sailor from Osgiliath. Not one soul has ever heard the story of Sauron from mine eyes. Mostly all stories told of the Ring are from the male perspective and in those stories, the women a practically nonexistent. I wish for once to be known and recognized like my husband...for people to understand how hard the times had got and how my beloved husband became corrupt from the Ring. The story shows how war and greed changes many men and the tolls it takes on others. Brace yourself, for this is a very long story...