Chapter 5: The Rise of the Rings
(This is in First Person and in the different POVs of several different characters.)
Three Rings to the Elven Kings under the Sky…
Before the rise of Sauron, we were well and prosperous. Not only that, we trusted her. She gave us new abilities and we became more beautiful than Humans themselves.
But then she gave us the rings. Nimrodel, Elixaran, and Alkadel. Nimrodel and Alkadel was given to Galadriel and Celeborn, the Lord and Lady of Lorien. Elixaran was given to me, Elrond Half-Elven of Rivendell.
When Hermione became Sauron, we realized we were tricked and resisted the urge of the rings she wrought. The more we tried to dispose of them, the more they seemed to be glued to our fingers.
I sought the council of my godfather and my father's dearest friend, Gandalf the Gray, formerly known as Harry Potter. It was not just Sauron's doing, making us more intelligent and more equal to the humans and wizards. My father and my godfather did not see her intentions until she turned away from the light.
Not even the Great Harry Potter could think of a way to remove the rings. At times I have to remind the aging wizard of her wickedness. Love. Does it never end? Apparently not. My father loved my mother and raised me with Gandalf's help and I became the Elf I am today. But I am loosing myself.
The rings can only hold their hold for so long and we are only to cover their power with ours. May none of my children know the truth of the Three.
Seven to the Dwarf Lords in their Halls of Stone…
Vor, Morinalel, Sincara, Mrick, Lorthinel, Shikal, and Alslanel. The seven rings that that She-Devil of a witch betrayed us. Gave us rings of power to show our rank among all the creatures! Now look at us! Controlled by her, is their anything we can do now. She sent dragons after us. She will keep sending these vermin after us until she dies. If she dies!
Is there hope for middle earth now? How can we know. She is unstoppable. No one has been this frightened since the rise of Voldemort. No one fears him as we fear the Dark Lord Sauron. It is like Voldemort is a mere event of the past.
We thought we would be respected and not thought of as we used to be years ago. The elves agree with us. But we still hold our grudge against the elves. Dwarves are we, the miners and finders and makers of gold and mithril. Never will we trust those of Mordor again!
Nine to Mortal Men doomed to Die…
We knew what we were getting ourselves into when we joined her. We knew that we would be her servants sooner or later. But now? Now we regret it more than any could imagine. But we can not repress the call like the elves and the dwarves. We have no choice but to obey her call.
The call that comes to us through our rings: Slingel, Armanan, Shinali, Eriskanel, Crombenor, Mordrenal, Nighstelan, Brinstador, and Jonsenan. Do we have a choice? We took an oath. We are indentured servants to a Cruel Master and soldiers of a Harsh Commander.
We answer the call and become the Nazgul, the name of the Creatures we ride. We will no longer defy the reality of this change of our lives…
One for the Dark Lord on her Dark Throne…
It is time.
One Ring to find them
Bow to me, my servants.
One Ring to rule them
I am the Dark Lord of Mordor.
One Ring to bring them all
May evil reign.
And in the Darkness, bind them…
I am Sauron, Queen of Mordor and soon, I shall be the Queen of Middle Earth.
