Nothing is mine (literally: I own nothingness)
Author's Note: To loose his ring is one of Sauron's fears, but not his greatest…
Sauron's greatest fear is yet to come… but not in this chapter… (review anyway)
Sauron opened the bag and a multitude of small, ring-sized objects scattered on the floor.
Wow, the Dark Lord thought, without knowing what else to think of.
"Wow," he said, not knowing what to say without thinking of it first.
His mind, loosing the last drag of its twisted sanity, was almost satisfied with the outcome of he search, although it decided that something had to be done.
So he took one of these ring-like objects, which are, even without Sauron's knowledge of their origin, furthermore called onion rings, and smashed the rest of them into bits.
The Dark Lord held his onion ring up high and said with a booming voice, "Behold! The one and only Ring! (of the onion)
With his mind a little more at ease, for it finally possessed something ring-like, he could at last concentrate on things of far greater importance.
Where was his RING? His most precious treasure? The Ring? Ring? rrrrrring…rrrrrring
His mind ringed, stopped abruptly and began thinking again.
How come no one's around? And what exactly are these little furry things?
As if it could read his mind, a little, white, fluffy, furry thing sped past the door and squeaked something like "nice ring" or "want a ring" and was gone.
Aggravated by being mocked and equipped with a ring substitute to ease his mind, the Dark Lord decided to hunt the thing down and to kill it after torturing it thoroughly.
So Sauron left his throne room and entered the corridor, seeing only a glimpse of the creature before it went past the corner.
The Dark Lord's knowledge concerning the structure of Barad-dûr was immense, which was probably the reason why he knew that the route the creature was taking could only lead to the spiral staircase in the center of his tower, which lead to the first floor.
He ran as fast as he could, entered the staircase, and followed the little furry thing as close as he could, but every time it came into view he was only able to perceive a tiny glimpse of it.
Sauron knew that the staircase was long, but he didn't remember it to be that long. Already a bit dizzy because of the spirals, he didn't give up and sped after the thing. He didn't even feel hunger, tiredness, or exhaustion while running down, although it seemed to him that his senses for boredom and anger were still intact. And so he ran and ran and wished to kill that fluffy thing and ran and was bored by running and ran until … well … until …
To be continued…
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