Im vanwa nin min man cor acharn dae ah almir. Nin cor. Im awartho harthad u tur.
BEGINNING OF THE END.One-Shot
Smoke and shadow filled me as I stumbled my way to doom.
No one could know the catastrophic events such a small person held.
I knew that my soul would melt along with the ring, I couldn't destroy my love.
Not my love, the one that glistened in the dark moonlight, the one who whispered to me in the depths of the night.
How does one detach themselves from something so pure, so whole?
No Sam did not know my pain.
Gollum knew, and therefore he loathed me.
How I loved the thought of ripping out Gollum's throat.
To watch his life blood spill over my hands, and the one love would be bliss.
Now I am assured he is dead.
Gone back to the abyss in which his soul came.
He knew the love of the precious, the love that is mine!
Oh how the precious raped my mind in a whirlwind of lust.
I am now eternally bound to the ring, as is Sauron.
Sam does not know the fear and hate that lies in me.
He is an idiotic morsel of fat, one that has laid his hands on my love.
I will kill him before he lays a hand on the ring once more.
I now look to the volcanic rock that lies at an incline ahead.
I overlook it with remorse, knowing that I will cast myself into the flame that lies within.
I know pain, and I know that I will be in eternal pain without the precious.
So I will nobly fall into the dust of hatred with my one.
Now I see that my task is not as easy as it seemed.
The treacherous Gollum has returned from the depths, and now I race to the lava, to my death, in which Sam knows nothing of.
I am manic, I knew not the full power of the ring until now.
The ring has whispered to me, told me it needed me.
I see the grim look on Sam's face which makes me all the more ready.
"The ring is mine." I grin the grin of victory and slide the cool metal onto my blazing finger.
But alas, things never end with hope, just malice.
The creature Gollum has stolen my ring along with my bloody pointer.
It is now time for him to pay the final price.
I attack swiftly over the cries of "Precious! Precious!"
I will have the ring, my love, my precious.
But my footing was not precise, I tumbled over the edge, not only the edge of a rocky cliff, but the edge of sanity.
I watched as my life slipped away within a few seconds.
The ring was gone, as I gripped the ledge.
All reason of life had gone.
My lifeless eyes bore into Sam as I watched him grasp at my hand.
I made no move toward the sky.
The sky, the blue sky, the party tree dazzling with lights.
The mill, the Green Dragon, Bilbo's maps.
Biblo, the one who gave me the ring.
The ring, my love.
Gone.
I smiled in relization.
I let go of the ledge and spun towards the black pit of flames.
Knowing I had accomplished my task.
A/N- to brutal? nah. The beginning is elvish, more, Sindarin. It is "I lost my one pure ring to the shadow and flame. My ring. I abandon hope with victory." Cool huh? So what do you think about my first One-shot?