The Fifth Age

By Glorfindel's Girl

Chapter 2: Sauron

Disclaimer: Not mine, Tolkien's.  Not making any money.  So there.

The Early Part of the 21st Century

For countless thousands of years I have been waiting and watching – preparing for the precise moment when I can once more reclaim power over all.  To the Edain, I have become nothing more than a faded memory of dark times, a shadow in the backs of their minds.  Even the Quendi have grown careless, believing me to be vanquished, a wisp of smoke scattered by the wind.  But they should remember.  Where there is smoke, there is always fire.   Even if it be no more than a spark waiting for the right moment to ignite into a raging blaze.  For now I have felt my strength returning.

I watched as a single man organized the mass murder of over ten million people.  And I grew stronger.  I watched men kill themselves and nearly three thousand innocents – all in the name of religion.  And I grew stronger.  A woman smiled as she drowned her five children, then calmly called the police.  Out of vengeance against a former lover, a man murdered his young daughters, while his former wife listened, unable to help her children as they screamed for help.  From it all, I gathered my strength.

Soon, very soon now, I will be strong enough to take form again.  And when I do, I shall return to the Edain all the suffering and pain which they have fed me upon for all these thousand years.

I will never again be forgotten…