Middle Earth, TA 3019, March 25th
The battle was going well. On the plains just outside of the black gate, his army was steadily cutting through the last major army of the Free Peoples of Middle Earth. Even with the help of those cursed Eagles of theirs they would soon fall. Once the army and the Heir of Isildur was fallen he could turn his eye towards the rest of the continent. Once Middle Earth was his, he could turn his focus towards regaining The Ring. Once he was whole once again, nothing could stop Him...
Suddenly, he felt a flair of something familiar coming from the direction off Mount Doom...It couldn't be...
But then he felt it being slipped onto someone's finger. And realised his grave error.
The enemy army had been a distraction! While he had been focused on the battle, someone had managed to sneak into the Mountain itself. And there was only one reason for that...
For the first time in ages...Sauron felt fear. He sent out a mental command to his Nazgul and all but screamed at them to fly back to the Mountain before it was too late. He then left the Tower, his fortress and flew across the plains of Gorgoroth as a black mist (he could only use his physical form very briefly, without the Ring he couldn't maintain it for long). He had to reach the Mountain!
But then he felt it.
The Ring was falling...
And Falling...
Then it Hit the lava deep within the Mountain.
Immediately a wave of pain tore through him, the ground around him shook and started to crack and he heard his Tower start to collapse. He was too late. This was the end. Through his pain he saw his defeater, or more like defeaters, rush through the entrance-way of the Mountain as it started to spew out Lava. Two hobbits.
Of course it was hobbits. He recalled that damned hobbit that journeyed to Erebor not too long ago. For a race so insignificant they were formidable enemies. And his end...
NO! he was Sauron the Terrible! Annatiar the Fair! Mairon the Maia! He was the father of the Werewolves and Vampires, Second in command next to Morgoth himself and a mighty Dark Lord in his own Right! He had bought about the destruction of Numenor itself!
He gathered his remaining strength to himself and using all his willpower, he screamed out to the heavens that he would not be destroyed! Suddenly it felt as though some force seized hold of his form and dragged him up into the sky. It seemed as though whatever it was had heard his cry and thought to do something about it. He saw a dark hole open up in the sky and as suddenly as the force seized him, it released him and he went hurtling through the hole...no the tear in the music of Arda itself, he realised. But that was the last thing he realised as blackness overcame him and he felt his mind slip into unconsciousness.
And so it was that Sauron left Arda and came to a Galaxy a long time ago and so very far away...
Authors Note:
I hope You guys like the story so far! As you can tell, this is a fanfic about Sauron in the Star Wars universe. What kind of Chaos will he cause? Well, you'll have to read on to find out :)
P.S:
I work a 40hr week so don't expect a new chapter every day. I will try and upload as much as I can but no promises. And if anyone is interested in helping me write this, PM me. I'll need all the help I can use.