distaste

by masterwilkins

hereby told by Sauron. a technical summary of LoTR but in a more so poetic way, if you call it that. however I do not own any of the characters unfortunately - but this fiction is entirely written by me and so therefore you may not use it thank you.

And yet nothing could keep me from you.
You cradle me in a way I do not know,
But is familiar to me so
I couldn't see it
But now I do.

"Saruman, will you fight?"
And the bastard couldn't resist, of course. The power I yield is beyond all his dreams, but it shall be his downfall. He was an anomaly, a pawn in the web I had woven. A fly to which the spider craves.
The perfect puppet.
And somehow I overlooked the man Boromir as he traversed across the land, and the small hobbit-town in the Shire. How foolish of me. It is where you would least expect it, and I punished the grotesquerie Gollum for hiding it away from me. My Ring. My Ring. It whispers to me, it calls a song across Middle-Earth. The little hobbit puts it on only when my soldiers go out to play. I can feel it yearning me. It yearns my hand.
The hobbit yearns it too, I know. He will not admit it. Not to the others.

As he advanced to Mordor I felt its presence strongly. The hobbit was growing close to it, and like a weight around its neck each step was heavy which he took.
He couldn't hold onto it for much longer.

When it was thrown I felt it crumble inside me, my heart died.

I died.