This is based off of a wicked idea I had last night while reading the Lord of the Rings for the billionth time. It's another one of those good ol' fashioned "what if " fics. And this what if fic is . . . WHAT IF FRODO'S QUEST HAD FAILED? WHAT IF SAURON REGAINED THE ONE RING? This is my opinion about what would have happened if Sauron had rertrieved the Ring from Frodo when he placed it on his finger and claimed it for his own.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN LOR! IT DOES NOT BELONG TO ME! SO HA! YOU CAN'T SUE ME!
Prologue:
It was a terrible time for the inhabitants of Middle-earth. Death and destruction plagued all the lands, from east to west, north to south. Sauron was a cruel master. Ever since he had regained the One Ring, he had ruled, an even more terrible rule than his previous one during the Dark Years. He surpassed even Morgoth at the hight of his powers.
Many, however, had no idea WHY everything was so dark. Only a few skilled in ancient lore knew the truth. Others knew only that Sauron reigned. It was all they ever knew. Sadness, pain . . . none of them knew what happiness was. They only knew Sauron.
All the lands East of the Anduin were in ruins. The plains of Rohan -- burned. The beautiful city of Minas Tirith -- destroyed. The fields of Ithilien -- defiled. The beautiful woods of Lothlorien -- gone.
West of the Anduin was not much better. The Shire was nothing but a stronghold for Orcs and Men. Bree was no more. Rivendell had been stormed and defiled. The Havens had been completely destroyed. The Elves had no escape. All the Elves of Middle-earth were either slain, taken, or in hiding.
The fell race of the Dragons, long extinct, was bred anew. They hoarded all the treasures of the World, guarding them for their lord, Sauron.
Times were hard. No one could do anything about it, for Sauron wielded the One Ring. Or so, Sauron thought . . .
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN LOR! IT DOES NOT BELONG TO ME! SO HA! YOU CAN'T SUE ME!
Prologue:
It was a terrible time for the inhabitants of Middle-earth. Death and destruction plagued all the lands, from east to west, north to south. Sauron was a cruel master. Ever since he had regained the One Ring, he had ruled, an even more terrible rule than his previous one during the Dark Years. He surpassed even Morgoth at the hight of his powers.
Many, however, had no idea WHY everything was so dark. Only a few skilled in ancient lore knew the truth. Others knew only that Sauron reigned. It was all they ever knew. Sadness, pain . . . none of them knew what happiness was. They only knew Sauron.
All the lands East of the Anduin were in ruins. The plains of Rohan -- burned. The beautiful city of Minas Tirith -- destroyed. The fields of Ithilien -- defiled. The beautiful woods of Lothlorien -- gone.
West of the Anduin was not much better. The Shire was nothing but a stronghold for Orcs and Men. Bree was no more. Rivendell had been stormed and defiled. The Havens had been completely destroyed. The Elves had no escape. All the Elves of Middle-earth were either slain, taken, or in hiding.
The fell race of the Dragons, long extinct, was bred anew. They hoarded all the treasures of the World, guarding them for their lord, Sauron.
Times were hard. No one could do anything about it, for Sauron wielded the One Ring. Or so, Sauron thought . . .
