Sauron Sunday
Morgoth's most trusted servant.
He had taken him in and let him serve him. Until the Valar came.
Standing in the ruins of the demolished castle, he vowed that he would not rest till he had avenged himself on those who had brought the Dark to ruin.
His master had used the he needed his own items of power.
So he forged the Rings.
The One Ring was his very own. He poured a part of his soul into it, in such a way that he was a part of it and it a part of him. He used his Rings to create the Nazgul,the Nine, servants whom he could control.
Alas, the First Alliance of Elves and Men succeeded.
But Isildur knew not the risks. The Ring destroyed him.
Along the years, Sauron rooted out and destroyed Isildur's descendants. May they rue the day they crossed me!
Many years later
He could feel it.
The kingdoms would shortly be under his control. The Ring would come back to its creator. The new Age of Sauron would begin.
The Heir of Isildur was alive...an unexpected complication..
But nay, he was stronger.
What was this? The hosts of Men and Elves outside his tower?
He sent out his armies, laughing. How dare they challenge him, Sauron the Great?!They would pay for their impudence.
Then he felt it.
His Ring..nay,it was not possible…Mordor was impenetrable…he was the mightiest…
No!