A/N: Basically I just started typing out Sauron's thoughts and this is what came out. Hope you enjoy!

I thought I would follow you throughout Eternity. I thought you would learn to love and cherish me as I did you. I thought you were a father-figure to me. I adored you, yet you never heard me. I tried to please you, but you saw only the flaws.

You looked instead to Fëanor, and when Ossë (who was never your servant) almost fell into Darkness, you immediately lifted up prayer for him and then he repented.

What about me? Your own servant? Master, don't you care about your pupil? I try to please you, yet it seems so impossible.

I can't help but feel bitter. Bitter towards you, Aulë, and to others of your class. I believe I can be the greatest Maia, and I wanted to be the greatest for you–-yet you still do not acknowledge me or give me appreciation. Am I not a great craftsman? One of the best? When will you give me your blessing, then? Why do you withold the words from your mouth?

With Melkor I have praise and appreciation, and he understands my troubled fëa. With Darkness I feel Light–and comfort to my broken and jealous heart. With him I feel hope, and he stirs within me a new faith in myself. I will serve his to the very end of Etenity. My loyalty lies with him. If Darkness has more love than Light I shall serve Darkness.

I proclaimed I was a servant of Melkor, and you didn't give any prayer up to Iluvatar for my pardon, but instead shunned me. Instead of reaching out to me and trying to help me, you didn't lift a finger. You never cared about me, nor loved me. What was so special about Ossë that you came to his rescue and not to mine when I was your own servant?

Am I so insignificant to you?