For the next chapter, we will be traveling back, by request of a reviewer called Tolkienlover65, I will be going through the brothers past in middle earth. Now the world shall tremble before the might of Arzuthon, Son and Heir of Sauron the great.

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Arzuthon pov (3000ish years ago)

In my youth, we lived in Mordor, my mother was alive, and caring, my father was happy, for his family was together at the time. I was a child of six, when the war of the ring started, my father was trying to unite the world, for men were unsuitable rulers, and elves could not see the greatness that was my father's vision, the dwarves cared little for the good of others, so they were most unsuitable, for their greed. Father tried to persuade the elves to his cause, for instead of going back to the tyrannical Manwë, we could come together here, and start a new age, under the banner of Sauron, Lord of the Rings. But they refused, blinded by their blind loyalty to Manwë, and joined together with the men of Arnor and Gondor, to fight against us. The dwarves sent what they could, but their numbers had been weakened by the dragons, who had come to steal their wealth, causing the pain of others.

Their armies came and my father went out with his forces of orcs, who were what we were forced to fight with, I watched the battle from the watchtowers of Bara-Dur with my mother, who was acting rather peculiar recently, I believe that she was sorrowful that my father had to fight against her kin. My mother, while we were watching, began giving birth to my new sibling, she was taken away by her spector servants. I stayed behind and watched the battle, which raged on for many a hour. I watched as my father was defeated by two elf lords, and two lords of men. He managed to strike two of them down, but was defeated by the final two. I watched them cut my father down, and the elves head towards Bara Dur. Andruthion, another elf who joined my father rushes out panicked.

"Come my lord prince we must get you and your family out of here." He says urgently, and we begin running towards my mother's rooms, I can hear the crying of my younger sibling. I began wondering if it was a little brother or a little sister, when I heard the voices of the elves. Andruthion halted, then picked me up and ran the opposite direction of the elves.

"Andruthion, go back, we have to help my mother and sibling," I cried

"Silence child, it is too late for them now, we must escape while we still have a chance, if they find us then we are both dead. We must get to the King of Angmar, who will provide us protection." He says, angrily, and with fear in his voice. When we reach the stables, we see a small force of men waiting there, when we came in, and the men saw my face, they all knelt, for I was the son of their lord.

"Lord Prince, we must get you out of here, Angmar will protect you my boy." The king of Angmar tells me, as he takes me from Andruthion, and puts me upon his great black steed, and turns to Andruthion once again (A/N read to the authors note at the end before reveiwing upon this part thank you).

"Where is the second child and lady of our lord at." He asks, his voice growing cold, and dangerous, at the time the voice frightened me.

"The elves had already gotten there before us, we desided to flee before we were caught.

"You fled, being a coward in face of the kin you betrayed, and failed our lord, you know the price for failure, servant." He says, and fire erupted from the king of Angmar's hands and killed Andruthion. I shrieked and cried, my fear and confusion growing ever more so. The king got upon his horse, as did his men, he put his arm around me.

"I am sorry my young prince, but that elf, probably just got your mother and sibling killed, the elves are terrible beings, who show no mercy to their enemies, or the families of their enemies." He says, as he kicks the sides off his horse, and we ride off into the night, first making for the north, for the armies of the elves and men had formed in the south, upon the Morannon Plains.

We road for many a days, stopping only for food and water, all that time, a steady rage towards the elves grew in my mind, becoming a spark, then a small fire, then an inferno. The had killed my entire family, and I wanted revenge, revenge against the elves, revenge against the dwarves, revenge against the men of Gondor and Arnor, they will pay.

When we finally stopped to rest, the King of Angmar, came over to me.

"He's not dead, your father." He says to me, and I look up to him, hope in my eyes.

"If he were dead, then we all would be dead, the other nine and I would have faded into the spirit world, he will regain his strength, and return." He tells me, and I nodded and fell into a deep relaxing sleep.

30 years later

The King of Angmar, has been teaching me his witchcraft, which I can use to defeat the wizards that were sent over by Manwe, and in combat. I am one of the best swordsmen that is in the kingdom of Angmar, and one of its most powerful spellweavers.

About three years ago, I began traveling around, analysing the cities of men and dwarves. Keeping to the shadows, the barest whisper of a thought. While I am in town, i do my best to destabilise in the smallest of ways, ways that will affect the people years down the line. I was doing just this in the city of Lake town, when I first saw someone, I never thought I would.

The person came into the town of Laketown, with one of the istari, Olorin, who had been going by Gandalf the Gray. But the person with him, a young elven woman, with long black hair, but her face, and eyes, those were what really drew me to her. She looked just like mother, except for her eyes, her eyes were just like mine. My breath caught in my throat. My sibling is alive.

It took every ounce of my will power not to got to her. Because I knew that she might not react kindly, especially if she was raised by the elves. I watched as my sister and Gandalf purchased a cloak for her, and she puts it on and the two begin moving through the crowd, and I followed at a distance. They slowly make their way out of the town, right where the wargs that were waiting for me were lurking. I traced them closely, and saw the wargs slowly circling around them. I cause a small sound where a warg was slightly visible. My sister spun around and saw the warg. She shouted out to the wizard, just as one jumped upon him. My sister takes out a long knife, and stabs the warg in the head, killing it, she drew a second dagger as the wizard stood. The two went back to back, fighting off the Wargs, eventually I called them off, impressed with her skill. The two fled back to lake town, and returned to Angmar to wait and watch with the witch king, losing track of my sister for a while.

But we had more important things to accomplish, through my exploits over the next thousand years, we managed to divide the kingdom of Arnor into three separate, smaller kingdoms, making it far easier to bring vengence reigning down from the sky upon them.

"One day," I would think to myself, "One day my father shall return, and out vengeance will come swiftly upon them."

He did return, but instead of making his home in Mordor, like when I was a child, he made it in the old elven fortress Dul Guldur. When the nine felt his presence return, they went to the fortress, taking me along with them. I remember being very nervous about seeing my father again after so long. When the ten of us arrived at the Fortress, the nine went in before me and announced me to my father, then I was told to come in.

"Child of mine, It has been far too long since we last saw each other," Father said to me

"Far too long indeed father, I have been waiting your arrival with much anticipation." I told him, bowing my head, as a large shadow manifested. I remember feeling disappointed that he was not in physical form.

"Yes, I am weak as of right now, but soon I will have the power to regain the form I lost long ago….. Where is my other child, and my wife?" Father had asked, and I let my first emotions show in front of him, anger, and sadness

"Mother died the same day that you did, your second child, my sister, was taken by the elves, by Elrond the Fool." I told him

"This is most unfortunate, we do not have the power to take Rivendell. It is unfortunate, but we will have to leave her there." Father said to me, and I nodded my head

The Witch-King and I then began telling of our plans to destroy the kingdom of Arnor. Father sent the Witch-King back to finish the plans we had so carefully laid out, but without me. The Witch-King left with two of the NIne, and the rest stayed a Dul Guldur with my Father and I.

"My son I have not doubt that you are a fine warrior, but you are not tapping into your full potential, you are half Maiar, meaning that you have powers beyond the wildest imaginations of men. You can move faster, strike harder, and wield more power, than any other being that is not a Valar, or an exceptionally strong Maiar spirit." He told me, and then began the teachings

The for the next thousand years he trained me to become the best, the most powerful, the greatest warrior known to middle earth. When the war to destroy Arnor was finished, I was ready, armed with two hooked longswords, masterful magics, and powers beyond any man, elf, dwarf, or Istari, The nine led by me, went down through Ithilian and took the fortress of Minas Ithil, renaming it Minas Morgul. They had been building up the forces of Mordor, bringing us a large and grand army. From this stronghold I commanded many raids upon the people of gondor. Through my power, I rained destruction upon the peoples of Gondor, who were left weakened from the Great Plague.

Eventually, the king King Eärnil II of Gondor passed away and his son Eärnur, the Witch-king's old enemy, inherited the throne. Upon his coronation, the Witch-king challenged him to single combat, but Eärnur refused. However, seven years later the Witch-king again challenged him—and Eärnur accepted. The Gondorian King rode out of Minas Tirith to fight the Witch-king at Minas Morgul. But when he arrived through the gates, he was not met with the Witch-King, no he was met by me, with my hood up.

"What is this, so afraid to fight me that you send this young man to fight me?" Eärnur shouted out.

"No," I told him, "He really did want to fight you, but he had to yield to his lord, the son and heir of Sauron."

At this point I had moved the hood from my face, and undoing it, revealing my armor and weapons to him, upon my head sat a circuit of obsidian, with rubies and onyx inlaid in it. Eärnur let out a gasp, as he then drew his blade, and I lazily drew my own weapon. This day, the line of kings would be broken, this day, we took one of our first steps towards victory.

Eärnur charged at me and began a well practiced, but ultimately predictable set of attacks upon me. I toyed with him for a while, slowy tiring him out, while leaving smaller cuts all over his body, cutting through his pathetic armor. When the battle became boring, I finished him, collecting fire into the palm of my hand and sending it flying towards Eärnur, with such speed and force, that it tore through the armor upon his leg blowing it off of his body, he fell to the floor screaming in agony.

"The line of kings is broken, there will never again be one to sit upon the throne of Gondor." I tell him as I approach in him, my sword clenched firmly in my hand, He looked up to me with a pleading look in his eyes.

"Mercy, please." He asked

"There is no Mercy." Was my short and cold reply, as I swung my sword, cutting off his head, causing it to fly across the courtyard.

"You and You," I say to two orcs, and the come closer to me, clearly frightened of me.

"Take this man's head, and stick it on a pike, then take it to the nearest crossroads that the gondorians pass through, I want them to know that their king died horribly, and that a similar fate awaits all of them.

Hey guys, sorry that this update took so long, I really didn't know how to write this part, but I did so that's that. Now I know some of you are going to review that the Nazgul faded when Sauron was defeated, and how the F that they are here, my explanation is that the two Children of Sauron took the place of him, and became what kept them in this world.

As Always Nuin Griffondor Signing off.