But It Feels So Right
(or part deux of NStBTW)
***A/N: Well, I'm back again for another chapter! Our two lovable heroes are too adorable to resist! In this chapter, we'll see more of why Sauron turned so bitter and evil. Fun, no? The focus is more on Sauron this chapter, it's a little shorter than the first but we'll manage. Well, for all of you that wanted to see more: here it is, the second instalment***
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When I woke from my sleep, I yawned and looked around. Only darkness surrounded me now; all the lanterns must have been put out. The cell wasn't exactly scenic in the first place anyway, but anything was better than nothing. It was bitterly cold down here, so I huddled in the corner to try and stay warm. Sauron would be back for me, eventually, or at least I hoped that he would. Any kind of company, even his, was better than the ever lasting loneliness of his dungeon. I hummed a few simple tunes to myself to pass the time, trying to keep my spirits light-hearted.
"I'd suggest you quiet down," a steel-laden voice said. It could only be one person, of course. Sure enough, the raven-haired lord made his way into my field of vision. I looked up in what may have appeared as a gaze of reverence. He slowly unlocked the door, and I shakily rose to my feet, trying to maintain my dignity and pride.
"Chance you do not fall, the results could be most unpleasant." His whole demeanour and way of speaking irritated me to no end. His vanity and self-assurance bothered me even more. But there was also something captivating there, something I hadn't really noticed before. His skin was like porcelain, creamy white and smooth. He always dressed in black and red that offset his pale, sharp features. His cheeks were slightly sunken in, but that only added to his beauty.
"Nay, my lord," I replied in a humble tone. "What brings me the pleasure of your company?"
"I must speak to you. I assure you, I will not harm you. Follow me to my chamber."
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Early this morning I awoke, and remembered the halfling was down there. I felt a pit in my stomach, then wondered why I cared so much. After all, he had only caused me trouble. He probably felt nothing but the strongest form of hate for me. I was just wasting my time, of course. I'd never be able to win him over. Those bright blue eyes would never look at me and only me. I sometimes wish people wouldn't always think I was cold and heartless without knowing why. It seems the world was out to hurt me, no matter how good and virtuous I was. My mind drifted to a long- past time, although it seemed like only yesterday.
Way back through the history of Arda, I was a Maiar in the service of Aulë. I had so much potential, people said. I was hard working and strong. I had ambition, oh yes, and determination to add to it. I was in the flower of my youth and for the most part, carefree. My whole world was torn apart when I laid eyes on the most beautiful creature in all of Valinor, Melian. She had hair as dark as the night sky and the most brilliant blue eyes I had ever seen. She would often dance along the shore so gracefully that even I could barely contain my tears. In my eyes, she was perfect. I saw myself go out of my way just to see her, never having the courage to say anything. Each day my love for her grew stronger. Then came the day that ruined my life forever. I decided that I couldn't help myself any longer, I would let her know who I was. That night I saw her sitting alone, gazing out at the stars and thought it would be the perfect time to approach her.
"Beautiful night tonight," I commented casually. She turned around and looked somewhat surprised but quickly concealed it.
"Yes," she said softly. Oh Eru, was her voice lovely. "What brings you out here tonight? I do not recognize you."
"I thought that perhaps you would say that." I was slightly downcast, but I had the sudden urge to tell her exactly how I felt. Before I could stop myself, the words came out. "From the first day I saw you, I could not get over how beautiful you were. Everything about you was incredible. I've harboured these secret feelings for so long, it's driven me crazy. Every waking moment I think of you and even in my dreams I see you. The most amazing thing of all is that you don't even know how beautiful you really are." After I had said that, I couldn't believe myself. I thought of myself as rather quiet, definitely not the type to be proclaiming his love to someone who didn't even know he existed. Melian looked very confused and surprised.
"I feel extremely flattered, don't get me wrong, but." she trailed off.
"Yes?" I asked, not knowing what she would say next,
".but you're just.not the kind of person I see myself with. I'm sorry, but I don't feel that way." She smiled half-heartedly, in an attempt to look apologetic. I was enraged- and although I'd never admit it- heartbroken as well. I simply nodded and walked away, swearing to myself I'd never allow myself to get hurt again.
After that I became depressed and withdrawn. I entered the service of Melkor, looking for an escape. I became enraptured with his evil ways and slowly turned evil myself. By hurting others, I reasoned, I wouldn't get hurt myself. I especially hated the women, they were disgusting, vile creatures. I had heard that Melian sailed to Middle-earth and wed some filthy elven king. I had encountered her daughter Luthien once and it ached inside to see how much she resembled her mother. She was, if it were possible, even more beautiful and fair. I immersed myself in the ways of evil and eventually became completely cold-hearted. I had never loved anyone again.well, perhaps until now. I mentally shook myself, I didn't love the halfling. Not at all. Then why was I thinking about him? I needed to talk to him, that's all, realize I felt absolutely nothing for him. Yes, I'd fetch him for the dungeons and then after talking to him I'd see that there was nothing there. I nearly raced down the stairs, but not because I wanted to see him or anything.
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I had no idea what Sauron was going to do to me. Hopefully nothing completely unpleasant. I found myself getting short-winded after climbing countless flights of stairs. Finally we came to a black door, and Sauron gestured for me to go in. I turned the golden doorknob cautiously, not knowing what to expect. This room was darkly lit, and it was soon evident that this wasn't just any room. It was the Dark Lord's bedroom. His room was very rich and classy looking, an accurate reflection of himself. The four-poster bed in the middle of the room was draped with black silk sheets. The air had the faint aroma of roses and lavender. The whole atmosphere was intoxicating but I mentally shook myself and reminded myself that this was Sauron. The enemy. The thief of my ring. Someone who couldn't and wouldn't be trusted. Impeccably beautiful.no, that wasn't it at all! He was evil inside and out, disgusting, appalling.
"Welcome, Frodo," the lazy voice said from behind me. "It is time for our discussion. Our exchange of.information." His tone immediately put me ill at ease. "Do not be frightened, as I will not hurt you. I must ask you a few things, that is all. Now, let us proceed." I looked up at him warily. I didn't like the sound of this. Not at all.
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I brought him up with me, trying not to feel enthused that I had complete control over him. After all, he was in my tower and in my room. I couldn't stop my small grin, thinking of the sentence, "Frodo Baggins in my bedroom". No, no, I was just here to question him. That was it.
"Sit," I commanded in what I hoped was a cold, harsh voice. He obeyed willingly, as I knew he would. I paced around a few times, enjoying the tense look on his face. Finally I stopped and turned to glare at him.
"Frodo, Frodo, Frodo. I can't believe I'm being this generous, but." I trailed off for dramatic effect.
"Yes?" he prompted meekly.
"Well, you alone understand the power of the ring. I already have you here, so I may as well ask you now.how would you like to become my right- hand? You could have all the glory and power you ever dared dream of, the world would be at our command."
"And if I refuse?" He tried to stay strong, but I could tell his voice was shaking.
"Then you are either a slave for the rest of your miserable life or dead. Your options aren't exactly wide open. Which do you choose?"
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Part three hopefully coming soon!
(or part deux of NStBTW)
***A/N: Well, I'm back again for another chapter! Our two lovable heroes are too adorable to resist! In this chapter, we'll see more of why Sauron turned so bitter and evil. Fun, no? The focus is more on Sauron this chapter, it's a little shorter than the first but we'll manage. Well, for all of you that wanted to see more: here it is, the second instalment***
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When I woke from my sleep, I yawned and looked around. Only darkness surrounded me now; all the lanterns must have been put out. The cell wasn't exactly scenic in the first place anyway, but anything was better than nothing. It was bitterly cold down here, so I huddled in the corner to try and stay warm. Sauron would be back for me, eventually, or at least I hoped that he would. Any kind of company, even his, was better than the ever lasting loneliness of his dungeon. I hummed a few simple tunes to myself to pass the time, trying to keep my spirits light-hearted.
"I'd suggest you quiet down," a steel-laden voice said. It could only be one person, of course. Sure enough, the raven-haired lord made his way into my field of vision. I looked up in what may have appeared as a gaze of reverence. He slowly unlocked the door, and I shakily rose to my feet, trying to maintain my dignity and pride.
"Chance you do not fall, the results could be most unpleasant." His whole demeanour and way of speaking irritated me to no end. His vanity and self-assurance bothered me even more. But there was also something captivating there, something I hadn't really noticed before. His skin was like porcelain, creamy white and smooth. He always dressed in black and red that offset his pale, sharp features. His cheeks were slightly sunken in, but that only added to his beauty.
"Nay, my lord," I replied in a humble tone. "What brings me the pleasure of your company?"
"I must speak to you. I assure you, I will not harm you. Follow me to my chamber."
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Early this morning I awoke, and remembered the halfling was down there. I felt a pit in my stomach, then wondered why I cared so much. After all, he had only caused me trouble. He probably felt nothing but the strongest form of hate for me. I was just wasting my time, of course. I'd never be able to win him over. Those bright blue eyes would never look at me and only me. I sometimes wish people wouldn't always think I was cold and heartless without knowing why. It seems the world was out to hurt me, no matter how good and virtuous I was. My mind drifted to a long- past time, although it seemed like only yesterday.
Way back through the history of Arda, I was a Maiar in the service of Aulë. I had so much potential, people said. I was hard working and strong. I had ambition, oh yes, and determination to add to it. I was in the flower of my youth and for the most part, carefree. My whole world was torn apart when I laid eyes on the most beautiful creature in all of Valinor, Melian. She had hair as dark as the night sky and the most brilliant blue eyes I had ever seen. She would often dance along the shore so gracefully that even I could barely contain my tears. In my eyes, she was perfect. I saw myself go out of my way just to see her, never having the courage to say anything. Each day my love for her grew stronger. Then came the day that ruined my life forever. I decided that I couldn't help myself any longer, I would let her know who I was. That night I saw her sitting alone, gazing out at the stars and thought it would be the perfect time to approach her.
"Beautiful night tonight," I commented casually. She turned around and looked somewhat surprised but quickly concealed it.
"Yes," she said softly. Oh Eru, was her voice lovely. "What brings you out here tonight? I do not recognize you."
"I thought that perhaps you would say that." I was slightly downcast, but I had the sudden urge to tell her exactly how I felt. Before I could stop myself, the words came out. "From the first day I saw you, I could not get over how beautiful you were. Everything about you was incredible. I've harboured these secret feelings for so long, it's driven me crazy. Every waking moment I think of you and even in my dreams I see you. The most amazing thing of all is that you don't even know how beautiful you really are." After I had said that, I couldn't believe myself. I thought of myself as rather quiet, definitely not the type to be proclaiming his love to someone who didn't even know he existed. Melian looked very confused and surprised.
"I feel extremely flattered, don't get me wrong, but." she trailed off.
"Yes?" I asked, not knowing what she would say next,
".but you're just.not the kind of person I see myself with. I'm sorry, but I don't feel that way." She smiled half-heartedly, in an attempt to look apologetic. I was enraged- and although I'd never admit it- heartbroken as well. I simply nodded and walked away, swearing to myself I'd never allow myself to get hurt again.
After that I became depressed and withdrawn. I entered the service of Melkor, looking for an escape. I became enraptured with his evil ways and slowly turned evil myself. By hurting others, I reasoned, I wouldn't get hurt myself. I especially hated the women, they were disgusting, vile creatures. I had heard that Melian sailed to Middle-earth and wed some filthy elven king. I had encountered her daughter Luthien once and it ached inside to see how much she resembled her mother. She was, if it were possible, even more beautiful and fair. I immersed myself in the ways of evil and eventually became completely cold-hearted. I had never loved anyone again.well, perhaps until now. I mentally shook myself, I didn't love the halfling. Not at all. Then why was I thinking about him? I needed to talk to him, that's all, realize I felt absolutely nothing for him. Yes, I'd fetch him for the dungeons and then after talking to him I'd see that there was nothing there. I nearly raced down the stairs, but not because I wanted to see him or anything.
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I had no idea what Sauron was going to do to me. Hopefully nothing completely unpleasant. I found myself getting short-winded after climbing countless flights of stairs. Finally we came to a black door, and Sauron gestured for me to go in. I turned the golden doorknob cautiously, not knowing what to expect. This room was darkly lit, and it was soon evident that this wasn't just any room. It was the Dark Lord's bedroom. His room was very rich and classy looking, an accurate reflection of himself. The four-poster bed in the middle of the room was draped with black silk sheets. The air had the faint aroma of roses and lavender. The whole atmosphere was intoxicating but I mentally shook myself and reminded myself that this was Sauron. The enemy. The thief of my ring. Someone who couldn't and wouldn't be trusted. Impeccably beautiful.no, that wasn't it at all! He was evil inside and out, disgusting, appalling.
"Welcome, Frodo," the lazy voice said from behind me. "It is time for our discussion. Our exchange of.information." His tone immediately put me ill at ease. "Do not be frightened, as I will not hurt you. I must ask you a few things, that is all. Now, let us proceed." I looked up at him warily. I didn't like the sound of this. Not at all.
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I brought him up with me, trying not to feel enthused that I had complete control over him. After all, he was in my tower and in my room. I couldn't stop my small grin, thinking of the sentence, "Frodo Baggins in my bedroom". No, no, I was just here to question him. That was it.
"Sit," I commanded in what I hoped was a cold, harsh voice. He obeyed willingly, as I knew he would. I paced around a few times, enjoying the tense look on his face. Finally I stopped and turned to glare at him.
"Frodo, Frodo, Frodo. I can't believe I'm being this generous, but." I trailed off for dramatic effect.
"Yes?" he prompted meekly.
"Well, you alone understand the power of the ring. I already have you here, so I may as well ask you now.how would you like to become my right- hand? You could have all the glory and power you ever dared dream of, the world would be at our command."
"And if I refuse?" He tried to stay strong, but I could tell his voice was shaking.
"Then you are either a slave for the rest of your miserable life or dead. Your options aren't exactly wide open. Which do you choose?"
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Part three hopefully coming soon!