My disclaimer: I do not own anything from the LOTR not one character not one line. Though I wish I did….this is just a love of my heart….This Story is dedicated to Nilramiel who inspired me to write again.
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The Will of Evil
Chapter 1 The Beginning
I was there at the great singing when the light of Aman was sung into being and I for my part sang of flowers and birds and trees and sunshine and sweet children that loved the earth… and I heard the notes of discord and saw Eru turn them to a great purpose. After the singing I sat and waited with my brothers and sisters for time unnumbered, until that time when the fruits of the singing came to be. I was eager to see these great things, for patience has never been my wont. I remember the day the elder children were found and they were so beautiful and we brought so many of them to be here with us. And from that bringing came many things, Sorrow and Joy, of which I will not speak of here. Through many long ages I waited and one day, they came, the little children or at least the beginnings of their race. And I rejoiced. They were smaller than the race of men akin but still different. Small, and they so hated to have anything on their feet and I loved their curly hair. They had not at this time found a name for themselves, but they had so much potential for life. And their lives would have been different these little children if not for the desire of Sauron.
There was much sadness in the world then and Sauron held much sway in Middle earth. I remember when Sauron was a pleasing being ,one of our brothers, that was until Melkor found a twisted spark inside of him and caused it to grow. Sauron joined forces with Melkor and much that happened was at his hands. After Melkor was taken Sauron became a force of Evil in Middle Earth. Sauron went to Numenor and seemed very fair to the people there and eventually he caused the rings to be made. The nine for the race of men and the seven for the race of Dwarves that Aulë loved so much. There were rings that were made for the Elves but Sauron never touched them because Celebrimbor listened to me as I whispered in his heart and helped him to hear the great design of Sauron. So Celebrimbor hid the rings and Sauron could not find them and he was angered because he had forged his "Master" Ring to control all the rings. He was power hungry and there was so much evil in him. I could not feel any spark of goodness inside of him. All there was left was a festering hole of madness. The Men fell so quickly and came into his power. For the dwarves it took a bit longer though it was not to Saurons liking, for all the Dwarves desired were riches in their mountain halls. I have to admit that Aulë's people were not quite like the others that were brought about by the great singing. But then again they were created differently and with a different purpose. Eventually the purpose of Sauron became known and there came a last alliance of Men and Elves they fought Sauron and he was eventually defeated, and the ring that he had created was lost.
When Isildur took the ring I watched and when the Orcs attacked I saw the ring leave the hand of Isildur, and I saw him die, and it pained me greatly. When the ring left the hand of Isildur I noted where it fell and hoped without hope that it would stay hidden, but that was not meant to be. One of my little ones, my children from the beginning time, Deagol found the ring whilst he was playing in the river. There it was caught in the rocks, where it fell many long years after it left the hand of Isildur. It was Shiny and Deagol loved Shiny things. When he brought the ring to the surface his friend Smeagol saw it and the ring saw the smallness that was in Smeagol's heart and twisted that smallness into a larger evil. Smeagol demanded that Deagol give over the shiny ring and when Deagol refused Smeagol Killed him and took the ring. Deagol was killed for such a small thing as a ring.
Smeagol was a bright one but there was a thread of darkness in his soul that the ring fed on. And bit-by-bit Smeagol turned from the light and sought the darkness and all that the darkness had to hold. Seeing that caused me much sorrow but that was how the song was sung and it was his choice to go to the dark. I watched him age so slowly and he became a shadow thing perverted and having no resemblance to his kind. For Five hundred years Smeagol now called Gollum lay and haunted and hunted in the caves of the misty Mountains and the ring also waited. It grew tired of Gollum but it knew it needed to bide it's time. All Gollum used it for was to kill things and as a source to find food. Not a very bright future it held in Gollum's cave. One day it felt the stirrings of Sauron and abandoned Gollum. It wanted to get back to its master and as strange as it seemed the ring had a will quite it's own. For a will of its own was what Sauron had forged into it. But we, my brothers and sisters and I, had other plans that would not be to the Liking of the ring or the will of Sauron.