Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN LOTR! It belongs to the ingenious J.R.R. Tolkien,
and New Line Cinemas.
Just remember, the speaker in this fic is a liar. If you go, "Hey! That's not true!", believe me, I know. I wrote it that way. I've read LotR enough times to know what happened. Again, just remember the speaker is a liar.
Whispers of Deceit
I am power, I am vulnerability. I am luck, I am bane. I bring kindness, I bring utmost greed. I bring strength, honor, glory, wisdom, sight, and knowledge, but I also bring weakness, spite, shame, folly, blindness, and foolishness.
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It was I who corrupted the great king Isildur. I am the one who brought him to his death. He would not, he could not, cast me away. I was to be an heirloom for his kingdom. Bah! Instead, I led him to a trap. I snared him, there was no escape.
It was I who caused Smeagol the Stoor the murder his best friend. It was I who made him an outcast among his own family. I caused him to be addicted to me. He was so easy to corrupt. I forced him under a mountain, and gave him exceedingly long life, so I would be returned to the hand of my Master. But when the time came, I left him.
It was I who, although strong he was, caused Bilbo Baggins to love me. Who could not have given me up without the interference of the foolish wizard, who even now is dead through my devices? He craves me still; you saw his face in the Chamber of Fire!
It was I who corrupted the Steward's son. Boromir the Strong, ha! Folly. He was the simplest to trick, simpler even than his 'great' king of old. All I had to do was whisper of power, and he belonged to me. I drove him mad, I did! He attacked you, his companion, just for the love of me. You even heard his designs. His plans to be great with me. But now he is dead, because he could not get me in his grasp.
But come now, little hobbit, you are weary. You have traveled far, and I know I am a heavy burden. All is soon to be lost, and even your faithful servant begins to doubt. Just slip me on your finger. I am light enough there! I will do great things for you, Master Frodo, many great things. With my power, you can overcome my former master, and set things to right! I know you are transfixed by the great Crack of Doom in front of you, but heed it not. Come, you and I will rule over all! Just put me on your finger.
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I am power, I am vulnerability. I am luck, I am bane. I bring kindness, I bring utmost greed. I bring strength, honor, glory, wisdom, sight, and knowledge, but I also bring weakness, spite, shame, folly, blindness, and foolishness.
I am the Great Ring of Sauron, the Ring of Power, and none: no, not one, can stand alone before me.
Just remember, the speaker in this fic is a liar. If you go, "Hey! That's not true!", believe me, I know. I wrote it that way. I've read LotR enough times to know what happened. Again, just remember the speaker is a liar.
Whispers of Deceit
I am power, I am vulnerability. I am luck, I am bane. I bring kindness, I bring utmost greed. I bring strength, honor, glory, wisdom, sight, and knowledge, but I also bring weakness, spite, shame, folly, blindness, and foolishness.
*~*~*~*
It was I who corrupted the great king Isildur. I am the one who brought him to his death. He would not, he could not, cast me away. I was to be an heirloom for his kingdom. Bah! Instead, I led him to a trap. I snared him, there was no escape.
It was I who caused Smeagol the Stoor the murder his best friend. It was I who made him an outcast among his own family. I caused him to be addicted to me. He was so easy to corrupt. I forced him under a mountain, and gave him exceedingly long life, so I would be returned to the hand of my Master. But when the time came, I left him.
It was I who, although strong he was, caused Bilbo Baggins to love me. Who could not have given me up without the interference of the foolish wizard, who even now is dead through my devices? He craves me still; you saw his face in the Chamber of Fire!
It was I who corrupted the Steward's son. Boromir the Strong, ha! Folly. He was the simplest to trick, simpler even than his 'great' king of old. All I had to do was whisper of power, and he belonged to me. I drove him mad, I did! He attacked you, his companion, just for the love of me. You even heard his designs. His plans to be great with me. But now he is dead, because he could not get me in his grasp.
But come now, little hobbit, you are weary. You have traveled far, and I know I am a heavy burden. All is soon to be lost, and even your faithful servant begins to doubt. Just slip me on your finger. I am light enough there! I will do great things for you, Master Frodo, many great things. With my power, you can overcome my former master, and set things to right! I know you are transfixed by the great Crack of Doom in front of you, but heed it not. Come, you and I will rule over all! Just put me on your finger.
*~*~*~*
I am power, I am vulnerability. I am luck, I am bane. I bring kindness, I bring utmost greed. I bring strength, honor, glory, wisdom, sight, and knowledge, but I also bring weakness, spite, shame, folly, blindness, and foolishness.
I am the Great Ring of Sauron, the Ring of Power, and none: no, not one, can stand alone before me.