Sauron's Lament
How I hate them all. I sleep, and in that time I know the briefest moments of peace. I re- awaken, and I know utter pain. I have lost that which is most precious to me. I remember a time when I had form. I do not know what I looked like, nor hardly do I care. It is enough that I was feared. How they feared me. They bore the rings, and I wore the Ruling Ring. The men were my slaves, and so should have been the Elven lords, and the Dwarven kings. I had thought that no matter. All would be mine in time. I would know the ecstacy of utter power, the power to crush dreams, and force all to do my whim.
I remember the dreams of power. I remember them as dimly as a mortal might remember a story told by its mother at bed-time.
When I strode onto the battle field, they knew they would die. Only the most foolish or mentally stunted hoped for survival. My love glittered upon my finger, the ruling ring, into which I put so much.
She was golden, she was beautiful. None saw her who did not lust for her. My secret desires were writ upon her, and could only be summoned by the heat of flame.
Flame. Such things I am reduced to.
That pitiful man child. How I curse it! It cut my beauty, my precious, my love, my ring. Cut it from my hand. Took it for his own. Glad I am that it was his doom. I am glad for every life it destroyed, for every mind it crushed, for every hope it obliterated. It was mine. It was mine! And they took it. Hateful wretches. I would destroy them myself if I could.
Curse them all.
Now I am nothing but vision, nothing but will, nothing but perception and desire. Now I yearn for my lost love more than ever.
When last I woke from slumber, I felt my love moving. My slaves told me of a creature that knew where my love an be found.
I feel almost alive again. If I had blood, it would stir, if I had a body, it would feel the battle rage. Instead I feel desire, and a fury. I could not stop myself if I wished to, and I feel myself spread across the world. My heart, my volcano, it vomits forth ashes and fire and the lava.
My love, my precious, the seat of my soul, begins to move. The ruling ring approaches.
I am almost sick with my need for it. It contains everything of me that I have lost.
Let them approach. I shall reign down my hatred, my power, and all that is left of me, down upon those that have my love.
How dare they take from me the only thing that matters to me? How dare they keep my precious from me?
I see among them one of the Great Wizards. I hunger for his life. He especially would keep me from what is mine, from what will make me whole.
Unto those who would deny me, I give nothing but hate and death.
Those who defy me shall die. As I command, so may it come to pass!
How I hate them all. I sleep, and in that time I know the briefest moments of peace. I re- awaken, and I know utter pain. I have lost that which is most precious to me. I remember a time when I had form. I do not know what I looked like, nor hardly do I care. It is enough that I was feared. How they feared me. They bore the rings, and I wore the Ruling Ring. The men were my slaves, and so should have been the Elven lords, and the Dwarven kings. I had thought that no matter. All would be mine in time. I would know the ecstacy of utter power, the power to crush dreams, and force all to do my whim.
I remember the dreams of power. I remember them as dimly as a mortal might remember a story told by its mother at bed-time.
When I strode onto the battle field, they knew they would die. Only the most foolish or mentally stunted hoped for survival. My love glittered upon my finger, the ruling ring, into which I put so much.
She was golden, she was beautiful. None saw her who did not lust for her. My secret desires were writ upon her, and could only be summoned by the heat of flame.
Flame. Such things I am reduced to.
That pitiful man child. How I curse it! It cut my beauty, my precious, my love, my ring. Cut it from my hand. Took it for his own. Glad I am that it was his doom. I am glad for every life it destroyed, for every mind it crushed, for every hope it obliterated. It was mine. It was mine! And they took it. Hateful wretches. I would destroy them myself if I could.
Curse them all.
Now I am nothing but vision, nothing but will, nothing but perception and desire. Now I yearn for my lost love more than ever.
When last I woke from slumber, I felt my love moving. My slaves told me of a creature that knew where my love an be found.
I feel almost alive again. If I had blood, it would stir, if I had a body, it would feel the battle rage. Instead I feel desire, and a fury. I could not stop myself if I wished to, and I feel myself spread across the world. My heart, my volcano, it vomits forth ashes and fire and the lava.
My love, my precious, the seat of my soul, begins to move. The ruling ring approaches.
I am almost sick with my need for it. It contains everything of me that I have lost.
Let them approach. I shall reign down my hatred, my power, and all that is left of me, down upon those that have my love.
How dare they take from me the only thing that matters to me? How dare they keep my precious from me?
I see among them one of the Great Wizards. I hunger for his life. He especially would keep me from what is mine, from what will make me whole.
Unto those who would deny me, I give nothing but hate and death.
Those who defy me shall die. As I command, so may it come to pass!