Here's the second chapter. It will be somewhat short, because I can't think of anything to add to it. So do I have to do a disclaimer? Anyway, here it is:
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Sauron watched the Nazgûl leave from his eye on top of Barad-dûr. He was not a gigantic flaming eye as most people may think. The eye was only a tool, like a looking glass. Sauron himself appeared as a black hooded figure right now. When Númenor sank below the sea, Sauron lost his ability to change into any form that was fair. In fact, he looked exactly like a Nazgûl. Sometimes he himself even joined in among them before the Witch King had recruited Eärnur. Sauron was currently seated on his throne in the throne room of Barad-dûr, a dark gloomy room with high ceilings and heavy furniture. He brooded over the things to come, and of the next wave of those bothersome Haradrim and Easterling ambassadors he had to tend to. Sometimes it does pay when one makes an alliance with more than one country.
I will find my Ring, Sauron thought as he focused on his Ring again. With that in hand, I shall soon conquer Middle-earth! I did not join Master Melkor without reason. He said together we shall change Middle-earth and make it the way we desire. I shall turn this land into an organized and ordered society. I shall dominate the minds and wills of all the races. With the Ring in hand, I will fear nothing! Maybe except Eru, the Valar and Master Melkor. But Eru and the Valar had abandoned Middle-earth, hadn't they? There were no signs of them coming to this land after Master Melkor was taken away into the Void.
Sauron shuddered. He remembered the day when Master Melkor was captured very well. He was there to witness it. They had been at the fortress of Angband and the massive army of the Valar was attacking them. Master Melkor sent his entire force of dragons, orcs, balrogs and various horrors against them, but they were no match. Finally the Valar, including Master Melkor's own brother Manwë, seized him, bound him in the chain of Angainor and tossed him into the Void. He had screamed and cursed the Ainur and Ilúvatar as he was dragged out. He also begged them to release him. Sauron watched all of this from his hiding place in Angband. After experiencing the capture of his master, Sauron did not want to end up like him. Master Melkor had looked absolutely pathetic when he was captured. Even worse was when Sauron actually went to Eönwë the Maia, the herald and banner-bearer of Manwë, and almost repented of his wrongdoings. Eönwë told him it was not his authority to pardon those of his own order and Sauron must go before the Valar for judgment. At this statement Sauron refused, for he knew that the Valar will toss him in the Void along with Master Melkor. It was better to remain still in Middle-earth and continue his work than to be trapped in the Void forever with the fallen Vala. In the Void Master Melkor would stay, until the Dagor Dagorath.
Sauron knew the prophecy well. He had heard it when Námo prophesied while the Valar were bringing Master Melkor away. But he did not understand all of it. Why did the fate of Middle-earth rest on light and the fire of the final dawn? Sauron understood the part about how Melkor would find a way to escape the Void. To be honest, Sauron was not looking forward to it. Master Melkor hadn't been exactly kind to him, and there were many times Sauron wondered why he had joined him. He also feared the fallen Vala greatly. If Master Melkor broke out of the Void now, he would be furious with Sauron for not bringing Middle-earth under his rule by now. Even if Sauron did bring Middle-earth under his rule, Master Melkor would still demand more of him. He was tired of being ordered about by Master Melkor, although he dare not oppose. It was really Master Melkor who told Sauron to tell the Númenóreans to break the Ban of the Valar, causing the island to be destroyed and invoking the Witch King's rebellion. Sauron wanted to rule over his servants better than Master Melkor did, but because of his advice he had lost the loyalty of the Witch King. It was all because of Master Melkor. Sauron actually wished he would either be defeated or not present when the prophecy came to be fulfilled.
Disturbing thoughts, Sauron thought, quite upset now because of the notion of how Master Melkor would return, They should not dwell on Master Melkor. Strange events had been happening in these past hundred years. The Witch King, my most faithful servant has rebelled against me! He still continues to do so, although he hides it by doing my commands without question. I wonder if I could still trust him…
Thus he thought and mused, day by day. The ambassadors came and went, literally leaving Sauron with an ache in the head as he listened to their babbles about their army movements and progress. There was even a Haradrim one who had been so brave to ask for food support from Mordor, for their country was suffering a minor famine at the moment. Sauron had struck him down simply with an inaudible spell in his foul mood, but then granted his request because he did not want to lose Harad as an ally. More days passed by, and there was still no news from the Nazgûl.
Speaking of that, it would be prudent of me to check on their progress. For days they had failed to contact me. It is strange that they should do that. He thought as he sat in his own study in Barad-dûr, pouring over an extensive chart of the merchant goods traded in the last month, The Witch King better get back soon, so I can give all those documents to him to deal with.
Sauron rolled up the chart, tossed it carelessly into a growing pile in the corner of the room and turned his mind to the eye on top of the tower of Barad-dûr. The entire land of Middle-earth became spread before his eyes. He saw the entire land of Mordor and noticed the orcs at Cirith Ungol were arguing again. Minas Morgul was empty and Mount Doom was erupting as usual. Sauron then turned his attention to the West. He saw the white city of Minas Tirith in Gondor. The people there were looking unusually depressed and all had looks of desperation. He saw the country of Rohan, with the people of Edoras hurrying around. It looked like that they were preparing for battle. Sauron smiled a little. His influence and power was beginning to spread to the West and affecting the people. Soon he would have Middle-earth under his rule. He saw the tower of Orthanc at Isengard, the residence of Saruman. He was once the Maia Curumo, but was considered weak compared to Sauron. Saruman was too easily led astray and now served him as a servant. Sauron had met him while using his palantír and immediately recognized him. He still didn't trust Saruman even though he swore to serve him. Sauron then looked further west and tried to search for the land called the Shire. But that was the extent of his eye. He could see no further than the Weathertop. Sauron then turned his attention to Rivendell, and saw the Nazgûl chasing a rider on a white horse. The rider was an extremely short man and he appeared to be on his last breath. Recognizing the effects of the Morgul blade, Sauron immediately contacted the Witch King with his mind.
Give me a progress report, Witch King?
Why do you interrupt us now? I am leading a chase to retrieve your Ring! The halfling has it in his possession. The Witch King seemed to be extremely put off.
And what exactly is a halfling? Sauron decided to ignore the Witch King's rudeness, for he was curious about the short man.
That would be the least expected question I presumed you would ask. I thought you would be more concerned about your Ring. If Glorfindel goes beyond River Bruinen, we cannot cross it. Elrond ward us off with the protection spells he erected around Rivendell.
Go and retrieve the Ring. You know Elrond can't do anything to destroy you.
The Witch King and the others led their horses across the river, just as a flood shaped like galloping horses swept down towards them. Without even time to cry aloud, the Nine were swept away out of view. Sauron scowled and turned his mind away from the eye. They had being so close in regaining the Ring. Perhaps he shouldn't have interfered in the chase. But the Nazgûl were going to pay for it when they get back to Mordor.
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