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Evil...
Hate...
Malace...
These I give you;
Dominate...
Conquer...
Destroy...
These you must do...
.........
I became aware of them, on what might be called the day of my birth.
First, were my most useful tools; the nine. They ensnared their barers so swiftly... I could hear my master laughing...
Also the seven... they did things differently, but well.
Then the three... the trators...
The hidden ones... they turned away from us... served their barers...
We conquered and destroyed.
All would have been well, were it not for the acursed allience...
Elves and men, joining together...
We watched from afar, as our armies were being defeated.
Then my Master said, "It is time."
We came out together, that was as we always were.
We could see... smell... taste their horror; their despair.
One by one, they fell at our feet. We were enjoying this...
Elendil, the king of Gondor, leader of men, was vain enough to think he could defeat us. Us! We were the strongest force to grace all of Arda...
He fell, I'm sure I needn't point out...
Elves... Men... Some orcs, but those we had in abundance.
Then he came... the Sword of the Enemy in his hands.
The sword we broke... that broke us...
.........
My master was destroyed... lost to me... where...?
Ah... Isildur... the perfect barer...
I called to him. It was so easy...
And as he held me... admired me... I knew that I would not rest untill my master and I were joined again... what ever the costs...
Well... Review, and I'm planning more.
In case you haven't guessed, this is told through the ring...