The Lord of the Rings: The Two Ring

by lahman

Sauron, after barely surviving the War of the Ring, finds a fragment of the Ring of Power. After a bumbling attempt at rebuilding it, the Ring escapes. Sauron must draft the help of a hobbit, an oliphaunt, a balrog, and a familiar zombie to get it back.

1. Prologue

Prologue

His eyes opened.

At least, whatever was currently allowing him to see opened. He did not have eyes as of yet. Or a body, for that matter. At the moment, he was simply a group of particles floating atop a pile of charred rubble. But his body – dark and menacing – was forming. He could feel it.

He thought he had been done for – permanently, this time – when the damnnable halflings had infiltrated his domain and destroyed what was most precious to him. Frankly, he should have been done for. That Ring was bound to his life force; without it, he could not possibly exist.

But, apparently, he was currently existing. No doubt about it. A thought formed in his also-forming head: what if it wasn't destroyed? At least, not completely?

Arms and legs – he was thankful to see only two of each – suddenly sprouted from the current center of his body. They were completely covered in dark – very dark – silver armor, as was the rest of him. His spiked helmet sat upon his head like a crown from the abyss. Smiling to himself, Sauron stretched his spiked fingers and wiggled his spiked feet.

He was back. And he had business to attend to.

Sauron, Dark Lord of Mordor, stood and walked toward the ruins of Mount Doom.