Not Supposed To Be This Way
***Disclaimer! I don't own any of the characters, from a legal viewpoint anyway. They all belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. From a non-legal viewpoint, I very much own Frodo and Sauron. Frodo's a little cutie and Sauron's a sexy bad-ass. Ahem.***
A/N- This is my first slash story. In the beginning I never intended it to have any slashy connotations, but the words wrote themselves and it ended up that way. I once swore to myself I would never write slash, but here we are ^_^ Frodo/Sauron may seem unlikely, but they're my favourite characters and oh-so-fun to write. Anyway, continue on, I hope you like my first attempt at this!
Ah, power. How sweet the word seems. I hold it in my hands now, figuratively and literally. The golden band shines on my palm and I know what I must do.
"I have come, but I do not choose now to do what I came to do." The adrenaline rushes through my veins. Yes, everything can be mine, all mine. My moment is here. "I will not do this deed. The Ring is mine!" I slip it on my finger and the world becomes blurry. In contrast, my mind is clearer than ever. Images of wealth and gain flash before my eyes. I could rule the Shire, perhaps even all of Gondor. If my designs go as planned, I could be ruler of all Middle-Earth, even! Imagine that, me as the supreme Lord of the World. That has a nice ring to it, really. I felt like I had been standing there for hours, yet it could have only been mere minutes. A cold wind blows by and I inwardly shudder. I happen to look up to the sky above and nearly pass out from shock. Dark shadows swoop down. No time for escape. My feet are frozen to the ground, all I can do is stand and gape. They touch me and it is cold, ice cold. Where I am being taken, I can only guess.
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Perhaps it's not too late. I only now realize the folly of my judgement. Of course, that Olorin fool and his comrades had this planned. Distract me from the essential part of the mission with pointless parlays and bargains. The Nine are heading towards the mountain. The halfling hasn't realized what is going on, which works to my definite advantage. Yes, not all is lost yet. I see many things, and I see that the Ring will come back to its master. Finally. They have taken the halfling spy. Not long now until he faces what he dare not imagine. My power and terror are great now, the ring will only strengthen what is already there. I will now be able to continue what my master left as a legacy.
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I open my eyes and vaguely wonder where I am. Everything's dark and black. Then I remember what happened on Mount Doom and my heart crashes to the floor. Of course, it's starting to make sense. I had been captured by the Nazgul, the Dark Lord's minions. They had taken me here, to the Dark Tower. Words long past from Gandalf echo through my brain.
"He would have tormented you for trying to keep his Ring, if any greater torment were possible than being robbed of it and seeing it on his hand." My eyes darted quickly to my hand, with the blind hope that maybe, just maybe it was still there. Of course, it was gone. My head spun with rage, confusion and hopelessness all in one. There was nothing I desired besides the ring.
"I don't deserve this!" I cried to an unlistening ceiling. "I was trying to help! For the love of Eru, don't do this to me!"
"Precious Frodo, working for good." A cold snicker could be heard behind me. I wheeled around, my insides turning to stone.
"Sauron," I whispered.
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A few moments shouldn't seem like that long a wait when you've waited a whole age for this, but it feels like an eternity. In my anger and restlessness I throw a glass vase at the wall. Hearing it shatter into a million pieces brings a smile to my face. Finally, the door bursts open and my loyal Nazgul rush in, one holding my coveted prize.
"Your ring, master," he speaks in reverence. I nod curtly and take it from him. It feels so familiar, I stroke it lightly and then put it on. I twist it around my finger, feeling the extent of my power. Middle-earth is now mine.
"What to do of the halfing, master?" A Nazgul interrupts my thoughts of glory and control.
"Do not kill him," I say in a decisive tone. And it was the truth, the last thing I wanted was Frodo Baggins killed. No, I had my own plans for him.
"Are you sure that is wise?" I glare at him and he cowers.
"Of course I think that is wise, you fool! Don't dare question my orders! Now out, before I slaughter the lot of you!" They rush out without hesitation. Now, I rest my other plots for the time being and go to meet the halfling myself. Yes, this should be an interesting experience indeed.
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I cannot bring myself to look at those eyes! Look anywhere else, never the eyes. They pierce, they cut, and they are dangerous. Even his voice fills my head with dreaded thoughts. Sauron the Great, Annatar the Fair, The Dark Lord of Mordor…none of those titles prepared me for what Sauron really was. In a few words, he was deadly and worst of all, he was aware of his might.
"Why, Frodo. You're rather impolite. Shouldn't you greet your host with more thanks than that?" His laughter mocks me.
"Thanks for what?" I desperately try to keep my voice from shaking. Just look down at the floor, never the eyes. Nor the hand, it has the Ring. Not the eyes, not the hand.
"You gave me back my Ring! I believe that asks for some recognition. If it weren't for you, Middle-earth would have been run by the likes of your kind. Which, of course, would have ruined my plans completely. But no, Frodo, you were kind enough to deliver yourself here personally to give me back what was mine. And I couldn't thank you enough. However, there will be certain…punishments I will have to give. After all, you willingly held onto the ring for quite some time and had the nerve to try and sneak into my own lands. But after I'm done with you, you will love me and only me. You will worship me as your master and god. Power is sweet, Frodo. I offer you some. Follow me." I wanted to purge from his speech. Yet I said nothing, he intimidated me far too much. He grabbed my hand, and I complied duly, walking down the stairs behind him, feeling only guilt and remorse.
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I frighten him. I can see it in his eyes. They are wide and crystalline blue. At one time they held innocence, I am sure, but now only sorrow and hurt are left. He can barely speak in front of me. That will change within time. A small part of me feels compassion for this poor halfling. It is a new feeling, it's nice but strange and foreign. I have never cared about anyone save myself, why now do I care about one who is my enemy, who is surely off limits? I know the answer deep down in my heart- he is forbidden. I cannot have him, so I want him even more. He is so innocent, so pure that he begs to be corrupted. I grab his arm and an electric feeling surges through my body. There is a connection between us, I can feel it. He shudders at my touch and I glare down at him. I lead him down many staircases and he trudges along behind, his eyes never leaving the floor. I can really tell I frighten him now. We continue down the staircase, I leading him to his doom.
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Alone with my thoughts, I absorbed my surroundings. If I were an onlooker, I would have thought the tower to be mysteriously enchanting. The dark, brooding atmosphere appealed to my senses. Even Sauron, as strange as it seemed, had an allure about him. I suppose you could describe it as a sort of otherworldly beauty. His midnight black hair fell just so off of his shoulders. He was pale and his black robes brought that out even more. He walked with confidence and elegance and it made me feel so undignified. I didn't deserve even this much, really. What I really deserved was to be surrendered to the orcs or some other fit punishment. The sheer folly, delivering the Ring into the Enemy's hands! You're an idiot, Frodo Baggins, I told myself. If only you would have resisted temptation a little while longer…I shook my head, trying to rid the depressing thoughts. After what seemed like no time at all, we came to a golden door bearing the mark of the Eye upon it. After walking in, I could tell this was his throne. Lanterns were lit across the walls and a red carpet covered the length of the large room. He must have been very vain indeed, as golden mirrors added to the décor. Not that he had any reason to be ashamed of his appearance. I think I was expected there, because a small seat was already waiting for me.
"Sit," he hissed, glancing over his shoulder at me. I obeyed immediately. He sat on the dark throne in front of me, surveying me closely.
"So it begins," he said quizzically. I only nodded in return.
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As he sits, he squirms ever so slightly. Being observant, I notice these things. I step towards him and shove my hand in front of his face. Upon seeing the Ring, he buries his head in his hands, his fingers twitching.
"So Frodo," I begin. "Looks like you'd like to touch the ring, hmm?" He says nothing. I lift his chin with my hand, forcing him to look into my eyes. My red eyes focused on his blue, I lean closer.
"I'm afraid you can't have what you once stole," I continue. "If you were any other, you'd have been killed by now. But as your luck would have it, I chose to keep you alive. Aren't you happy, Frodo? I saved your life, in a way. Now you owe me." I smirk to myself, loving the fear I instil in people. Domination is the key, make them feel submissive and under your control. I shine the Ring in his face once more, letting my hand trail across his face and down his neck. The cold feeling of metal must bring chills down his spine. He shirks away from me, curling into a corner of the chair. Feeling particularly angry, I raise my hand and give him a good hard slap across the face. He looks shocked and hurt and his pale cheek quickly turns pink. Tears form in his eyes and he grits his teeth to resist the pain. Feeling guilt for hurting him, I take him into my strong arms and stroke his soft curly hair.
"I'm sorry, my dear Frodo." He looks up, not yet willing to believe me. "I do mean that. I have killed your spirit, exactly what I did not want to do." I suppose I am too impulsive of a person, one moment I am caring the next I am vindictive and bitter. Suddenly he pushes me away and storms off. The anger is rising again. I catch up to him and throw him against the wall, his fragile head hitting the marble with a sickening thud. His once lovely blue eyes are now cloudy and glazy. I drag him away, trying as hard as I can not to hurt him more.
"Time to meet your doom," I say.
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Sauron's tower is cold, unbearably cold. I am forced to sit here, being interrogated as if I committed some heinous crime. It's quite degrading, really. He tries to tempt me with the ring, knowing it is my weakness. He dangles it in front of my face and I look away, afraid of what I might do. His hand touches my face briefly. It is as cold as ice, which is to be expected. It evokes a tingling sensation inside of me for some reason. Soon it passes and the fear returns. I try to hide from him and out of nowhere, he strikes me across the face. At first I feel shock and soon after, pain. For his lankiness, he is incredibly strong. He tries to make me feel better by embracing me and admittedly, it works. Resting my head against his soft robes, I forget what he's done to me. The moment is long all too soon and he slams me against the wall. I move in and out of unconsciousness and vaguely realize I'm being taken somewhere else. It gets colder and colder, so I assume we must be going down to the basement levels. I am right, as he puts me in a dank dungeon. It is plain and bare with stone walls.
"Why?" I whisper, hoping for an answer.
"Because you continue to defy me," he says dangerously. "Be glad this is your only punishment. I will come back for you when necessary." Swishing his robes, he walks away, his head held high. On the contrary, I lie there in a heap, looking awfully small and helpless.
"This wasn't how it was supposed to end," I murmur to the walls. They simply ignore me. "Power, greed…I lost all sight. Anything's better than this." I close my eyes, visions of Sauron still running through my mind.
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End story (???)
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