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…
