Post by Admin on Jan 8, 2021 2:50:37 GMT
Author: Dew
The tower was dark, pitch black many might say. No light came inside and no light could be seen sneaking around the edges of the massive gates that served as the towers door. Sitting deep within the room, hidden inside a shadows shadow, sat Sauron, Lord of Darkness. On his finger, sat the one ring, scintillating in the darkness as it burned with its own light.
The ring was plain. A simple band of gold really, if that was all you looked for. Sauron hadn’t inlayed the one rig with precious jewels or gems. Oh, he had them all right, but he hadn’t wanted them on the ring. Let the foolish elves take rings of beauty, capped with precious stones, he had thought. It fit them: useless elves seeing only the beauty of the jewels and nothing more. He could think of a few elves that would undoubtedly see the rings that way. Galadriel for one. The elves of Greenwood too, especially the prince Legolas. He was a weak one, Sauron thought, perhaps he will be so consumed by the rings he will bring war to the elven realms. He would be jealous of the elf lords that were given rings and no doubt be and wanting to claim them for his own. Yes, the jewels distract the weak.
Jewels would take away from his ring, taking away the cold functionality and power a simple circle now held. The one ring of power didn’t need any jewels: It was the ring to rule them all, absolute in its power. He didn’t need gems to show his power, everyone would feel it and all would fall beneath his power. Then he would have all the jewels of Middle Earth, and the cycle could begin again, with new rings adorned with more useless jewels, while his one ring, the ring without a gem, ruled them all.
The tower was dark, pitch black many might say. No light came inside and no light could be seen sneaking around the edges of the massive gates that served as the towers door. Sitting deep within the room, hidden inside a shadows shadow, sat Sauron, Lord of Darkness. On his finger, sat the one ring, scintillating in the darkness as it burned with its own light.
The ring was plain. A simple band of gold really, if that was all you looked for. Sauron hadn’t inlayed the one rig with precious jewels or gems. Oh, he had them all right, but he hadn’t wanted them on the ring. Let the foolish elves take rings of beauty, capped with precious stones, he had thought. It fit them: useless elves seeing only the beauty of the jewels and nothing more. He could think of a few elves that would undoubtedly see the rings that way. Galadriel for one. The elves of Greenwood too, especially the prince Legolas. He was a weak one, Sauron thought, perhaps he will be so consumed by the rings he will bring war to the elven realms. He would be jealous of the elf lords that were given rings and no doubt be and wanting to claim them for his own. Yes, the jewels distract the weak.
Jewels would take away from his ring, taking away the cold functionality and power a simple circle now held. The one ring of power didn’t need any jewels: It was the ring to rule them all, absolute in its power. He didn’t need gems to show his power, everyone would feel it and all would fall beneath his power. Then he would have all the jewels of Middle Earth, and the cycle could begin again, with new rings adorned with more useless jewels, while his one ring, the ring without a gem, ruled them all.