All stories have a beginning. This story had one but no more. It's beginning was lost in the sands of time and never to be retrieved again. Hark! For there is still hope if you believe. For within every spoken and unspoken word boundaries between the worlds can surly be lifted. What was thought a fantasy can be a reality without no one ever knowing.

As I weave this tale I only say that I hope those who read it, enjoy it. In my heart lays a story worth telling if only you will listen. Do not set your eyes on the back button yet, for you could very well be missing the best of this story without ever realizing it's potential. All I ask is for you to read and judge not of other stories until you truly have grasped it's plot.

Let me take you back. Back when during an age people struggled for their freedom and won. Back to when all life was in danger by the one person that wanted to destroy it all. Back to one individual who would never know the horror of what he would become under the tutalage of another until it was already to late. It is with this individual that I will start with and his name is . . .

Sauron

Stars twinkled among themselves. In the east a strong light grew and the sun rose lazily above the mountains in the distance. The sky produced many beautiful colors so brilliantly that a soft gasp was heard. A small boy watched from his perch high above the trees. Dark red hair shined with the sun and pointed ears wiggled in delight. His nose twitched and he sneezed.

"Gorthaur Aramarth! Get DOWN! NOW!" The little boys ruby red eyes widened in fear. OH! No! I am really in for it now! Eek! Someone save me! He clumsily climbed back down the tree only to be met with his one and only mother. She wore a long white dress that had a gold cord tied around her waist. The rest of the cord hung down the rest of the dress and barely touched the ground. Her face was pale and her hair was a dark red. Her eyes burned a bright yellow as they looked upon her son.

"WHAT have I told you about climbing trees? Don't you even care about getting better?" His mom was royally mad and if fire could come out of her eyes they would.

"You little mister are going straight back to your room and that is where you are going to stay."

"But . . ."

"No! I will not stand here and argue with you. GO!"

The little boy now known as Gorthaur trudged away back to the house in the trees. He knew she wasn't mad because he was up in a tree but, she was mad because he was ill and should be resting. He knew she cared but there were the times when he wished things were different.

Ignored and unloved he would seek the highest branches in hopes of reaching the skies for freedom. They gave him a home, food, water but what they could not give him was happiness. That happiness was shattered only a few months ago when he began to get a chill. From then on he was in his room never to see the stars or the light of the sun. Never will he play in the fields of golden wheat for he was restricted from ever doing so.

A few months ago his father had died fighting the enemy of the people, Melkor. He led a rebellion and the result was bad for none survived but his father. Melkor the enemy . . . He tortured his father and sent his broken body home to us. I don't know if I will ever be the same again. That day I lost my will to live for where is hope if my only father is gone, taken by the wings of death and never to return to land of the living. Is there hope at all? Who will fight? Will freedom ever come to the people of this land?

Finally reaching his room he sat on his bed and sighed. He wore an off white shirt and pants made of soft leather that were durable on any occasion. Bare feet shuffled the ground as he place his palms on the bed on either side of him. He wasn't tired for he had slept all night waking before dawn to witness the rising of the sun.

Time passed and his mother did not come to visit him in his room. She must really be very angry with me. Maybe I went to far. After what seemed like forever the door finally opened and a servant stood in the doorway.

"Young master, I was sent to bring you to your mother. Come." The servant said. He got up from the bed and followed the servant regretting his own actions of late. As they exited his room people stood in the hallways on either side but, each one of them mirrored an expression of sullenness. Each one held a candle as if he were a shadow and they were saying goodbye. The line of people went on all the way to the very doors of the thrown room where his mother resided.

Although the sun had just risen the air around everything seemed blurry and shadowed. What is happening? Why do I feel such heaviness in the air? Shadows lingered and the darkness had a quality that made it seem like it was alive. Is it alive? The trees bowed as if they were dying from the very darkness that was seeping into my heart and all things around me. Again I wondered what was happening.

"Gorthaur . . . ." It was his mother who called out but her voice sounded strained.

"Mother!" I could feel myself panicking. When I was finally inside I saw why and soon everything became clear.

"My dearest son, I can no longer take care of you. I am giving you to someone who can. Please understand that I love you with my whole heart but, it pains me to see you so ill." Beside my mother stood the very person my father died to fight off. It was this person that my mother was giving me to.

"Mother . . ." I was speechless but I could not say a thing for my heart grew heavy. All I saw before and all around was darkness. It seeped into my very body I felt myself growing cold with impending doom. I thought that I would collapse right then and there but I held strong. I did not want this to be my reality. I wanted to stay here where I was born but I was not getting much choice.

Melkor looked at me and the doom I felt grew till my chest felt tight. Finally I could take no more and tears escaped my eyes and splattered to the floor. My own mother was giving me away and I was helpless to do anything.

"Mother . . ." I said her name once more as if to persuade her to keep me. I wasn't ready to face the world. I was not even a hundred years and already I was forced to live with someone else.

Everything began to happen so fast that I did not see the malicious grin that Melkor gave me. I did see it but paid no mind. My heart was just not into anything at the moment. In fact you could almost wonder if I was daydreaming. At least to me I was and all this was just a dream. I would wake up and the nightmare would be over.

I did not take note of the traveling days nor the rumors going around about me being Melkor's new prize. Nothing could clear the darkness that now invaded my heart and mind. My body only seemed to respond on instinct and no amount of my screaming thoughts could get it moving. I had to escape from my own terrible fate. I just had too!

Finally after much traveling our journey ended in a land that was named, Mordor. I had heard often that he named it because all shadows resided there. It was also said that dark creatures lived and thrived in the valley. Some even said that there was a lot of earthquakes that originated there. Most recognized the land for what it was. A land of shadow where even the bravest of hearts are scarred for life. It is where I was heading. Would I ever come out of it alive? All I knew was that my life was over with and a new one was just about to begin.

Well. What does everyone think? Is it good or is it bad? Should I continue or trash this story? It's all up to you readers so review and give me your opinions.

Note: Gorthaur is Sauron in Sindarin (2nd Edition of The Silmarillion)

2nd Note: Aramarth umm . . . still trying to figure out. (I uh had this chapter done about a few months ago but didn't get around to updating till now so I have to do a lot of backtracking. Smiles sweetly...then sweatdrops as realization hits. )

I think thats all for now. Don't know when I'll update again but that would be completely up to you the readers.

Bye for now . . . smiles at everyone!