Disclaimer: LOOK BEHIND YOU! Goes running away to Middle Earth where the nosey people who care can't find me

Celebrian, Wife of Elrond, and the Heir to Sauron
Fireweilder

Though death could await no Valar or Maiar, it was death that Sauron would beg for before then end was near. Even now when his power was waxing, he begged. The knowledge that somewhere in the wide world his ring, his counterpart, was lost. Should the ring fall, I later learned, into he hands of those who were powerful, the world would fall to a second darkness, under a different lord. I cared not for the trifles of my fath…of Sauron.

It was after my creation that I started to be able to control my dreams. Before, they would run me wild, terror controlling everything. They say I would shriek horribly during my sleep, even louder then any waking could bring. But now formed around me, a growing madness in form of sanity. It was coupled with the hate, if hate it was, that I tasted for Sauron.

He had taught me well in those years. I was taught to wield a sword and dagger but I was advanced in the area of darts. Darts were not accustomed to Middle Earth and not well known in battle. But I became deadlier armed with iron darts, one Mithril, one gold, then any bowman had ever before me. I recall crouched on Minas Morgul, smiting Orcs and other foul beasts that dared to come with in my sight.

I was on this day that Sauron himself ordered an audience with me in the high tower of Bara -dur. Since it was never that Sauro called for me unless it was for his own gain, I prepared myself in my splendor he had created. Armed and wrathful, I entertained his summon. Sauron rose before me.

"Demon," he cried, a fake sweetness dancing on his lips," I have taught to that of old, of my master's victory with me by his side. Of my corruption of Middle Earth that shall once more repeat its self. But you know as well as I that I still do not rest. You know of what I speak."

"I do. And I know what it is that I am summoned here. You would have me be but a pet. Go and fetch your ring. What next? Your entire kingdom under the earth? Or I suppose you will hen request the land of the Valinor itself."

"Should you accept this willingly, I will bestow this upon you," sneered Sauron, reaching behind his throne and retrieving a sword of incredible age. "Though you know nothing of it, it has been in my keeping for many years. 444 to be exact."

Taking the sheath in my hand, I saw the blade was not as old as the horrid scabbard made it appear. In fact, it looked as though it was newly forged. But it was not that of Mordor, for he blade was soft, light, yet even as it run down my hand, a great power was made apparent inside of it's core.

"'Tis a strange weapon to find in you custody. Indeed, I see now this weapon was not forged by you nor your smiths. This is an elvish sword." I said, looking up at Sauron with amazement. To find a weapon of elvish wrought in the clutches of my fath… Sauron, was a strange thing to behold. It was then that I noticed his hand smoking. A sneer crept up my face.

"I see you did not pay cheap for this then." I laughed

Sauron leaped up, a horrid face pulled. "Begone! Do what I have ordered thee. And do not look for welcomings should you come back one handed. Begone!"

With that, he turned from me and sauntered back to his caverns, nursing his burned hand, leaving me to stand there, lost in an ancient tale this sword chanted to me.