Chapter 2
20 Years since that day
A boy aged only 10 sat on the knee of his aunt. His aunt opened a grand book. The colourful pictures painted with such precision showed a happy couple. A man held a beautiful wife close to him what he assumed was there wedding day. Another picture of the couple now older holding a beautiful baby son. A tuff of blond hair on his head. Another of The three members of this family outside their house. The house was of elven design. A dome roof held up by 8 pillars and the edging of the roof decorated with an arrangement of marble flowers. The boys looked deep into the drawings. They seemed like just yesterday they happened.
"Auntie will you please tell me the story" the boy said looking into the deep blue eyes of his aunt
"Not again you have heard it millions of times now" the aunt said to the boy
"Pretty please" the boy said hoping for a good result
"Ok Ok ill tell you the story" said his aunt
"The couple in the pictures are Salk a mysterious man who never spoke of his past after coming here and Marsuron a beautiful daughter of the the elven ranger Polka. Salk proposed to Marsuron under a pink blossom tree near Flacia Lake in Lofaley. They got married in the white chapel where a hundred guests wished them a happy future. Three years later Marsuron bore a son" The boy's aunt said
"That's me isn't it Auntie" the boy said
"Yes yes it is" the aunt said
"They both wanted equality and so to decided the boys name they merged their two together to create Sauron. The sa from is father and the uron form his mother."
"I love that story auntie" the boy said
"I know you do Sauron I know you do" the aunt said
"Auntie how did they die" the boy said now with a sad tone in his voice
"They simply died of old age" The aunt said back
"But elves live for hundreds of years and my mom and dad were both still only 40" the boy said
"Sauron I will not go into stories of sadness now off to bed" his aunt said back with a strict tone in her voice
"Please auntie tell me" Sauron said
His aunt turned her back on him and only turned round to point to the stairs. Sauron picked up his wooden sword and raced up stairs. When he got to his room he felt under his pillow until he found the painting of his family on the lake. He held it tight. He turned the paper round and stared at the writing on the back it wasn't elven or dwarfish and he was pretty sure it wasn't human. It was a line of symbols. Sauron laid there and wished his parents weren't dead. H wished he didn't live with his stupid aunt and uncle in a Rohan village. He longed to go back t his home town of Lofaley in the land of mordor and to gaze upon the lake where his father proposed to his mother
