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In this world, there are three things that drive us. Hate, as it fuels vengence and spures destruction. Fear, which can mold one's mind in ways it would not otherwise be shaped. And love, wether it be for another person, such as it is in the case of poor Grima, or for power.
In the end, power rules us all.We are all slaves to those who have it. It strikes fear into the hearts of those who know it. And it is one of the only things that we can both love and despise with the same breath.
I have known power all my life. I have survived with it inside me, and, at last, I have been able to set it free. To use that which I hold. In time, I will be capable of overthrow him. He that sees all. I will be able to take his place atop the tower of Barad-Dur, with all Middle Earth at my comand.
Perhaps I am a fool. Sauron has always been a deciever, and I would not be the first to fall into his net of lies. I believe myself to be indespensible, irreplaceable. I have been given the honour of attacking Rohan for him. Yet, in the end, I cannot deny that I am no more than a servant. I am to him what Grima is to me. A minion who has prooven useful for the time being, and, deep down in the depths of my soul, I know that I will never be more than that. Perhaps I like the illusion, however fantastic it may be.
What will happen to me when both Rohan and Gondor have failed? When all the free peoples of Arda have fallen to his will?
In this world, there are three things that drive us. Hate, as it fuels vengence and spures destruction. Fear, which can mold one's mind in ways it would not otherwise be shaped. And love, wether it be for another person, such as it is in the case of poor Grima, or for power.
In the end, power rules us all.We are all slaves to those who have it. It strikes fear into the hearts of those who know it. And it is one of the only things that we can both love and despise with the same breath.
I have known power all my life. I have survived with it inside me, and, at last, I have been able to set it free. To use that which I hold. In time, I will be capable of overthrow him. He that sees all. I will be able to take his place atop the tower of Barad-Dur, with all Middle Earth at my comand.
Perhaps I am a fool. Sauron has always been a deciever, and I would not be the first to fall into his net of lies. I believe myself to be indespensible, irreplaceable. I have been given the honour of attacking Rohan for him. Yet, in the end, I cannot deny that I am no more than a servant. I am to him what Grima is to me. A minion who has prooven useful for the time being, and, deep down in the depths of my soul, I know that I will never be more than that. Perhaps I like the illusion, however fantastic it may be.
What will happen to me when both Rohan and Gondor have failed? When all the free peoples of Arda have fallen to his will?