Title: The End
Summary: The story has ended, the ring has been found, but not how the hero's of this tale would have imagined. We know what Sauron would have done to Middle Earth had he won, but what would he have done to the one man who came so close to defeating him, whom he spent years hunting?
Warnings: Slight violence
Ratings: T
Author: Thealmightyspork
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Ring's; this is completely my own work...just not my characters.
Shivering as a breeze blew over damaged skin. Twisting and pulling at his bound wrists. He finally gave into despair. There was no way out; nobody was coming. He could feel the hands on his arms burning him as their nails dug deep into his skin. They were dragging him down a dark corridor. He could smell the blood soaked breath of his captors as they surrounded him in order that a final escape could not be attempted. As he got closer he could feel the darkness overpowering him, all of his instincts repelling him from the chamber which he was being forced towards. Shocking pain, a whip kissing his back once again with a hiss to hurry; he stumbled forward onto his knees, the pain was blinding. He felt misshapen hands digging and pulling at his hair, forcing him back onto his feet and launching him towards the large intimidating black door. Gnarled hands against the door, slowly the door inched open. He slowly lifts his eyes to see a whimpering slave beckon them to enter the room. All that he knew was that he should not enter that room. But he was too weak to even struggle in his bonds, he had spent too long in their possession. He was forced in, dragged towards the middle of the room and forced onto his knees after being kicked behind his knees. Again his face was forced upwards but this time instead of hands it was by metal claws;
"Sauron" he gasped
"Heir of Isildur, I've been looking for you"