A/N Should be studying but hey. Physics makes me think of um Sauron...Enjoy? Or see it for the mindless ramblings of a insane student
Sauron was chilling on top of the mountain. By chilling he meant he was fucking freezing, he was in no way relaxing. Hell no. Sauron was having a bitch session. He was just a shadow of his former self. Literally. Why did he leave that stupid ring on his finger when he fought with Isildurs father? Seriously. As he sat thinking about the events that had lead him to be a shapeless being pissing around on top of a mountain he realised just what a foolish wanker he had been. His finger? Why on earth did he put it on display. The source of his power. Fo Shizzle he knew Isildur wouldn't destroy his ring but if only he had put it somewhere else on his person. Got a piercing, maybe his nipples or belly buttonor even his hoohah. Or used the ring as an ear stretcher (because that was pretty damn hot nowadays) but no. Didn't think that far ahead. As the cold wind went straight through him Sauron sighed and floated off to find some virginal nuns bathhouse, the good thing about having no form he supposed.
Ten minutes of sheer glory writing this outhouse of a fanfic =P Review if your life depends on it.