Tolkien Fan Fiction
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| 18 - The Devil |
He looked down at the creature with dispassionate curiosity, interested to see what yeni of possession by his creation had made of it. The shape was yet that of most sentient beings, and still stubbornly corporeal. He did not remember it taking that long for those gifted with the Rings intended for Men to have been reduced to the status of wraiths, but he believed it had taken less than four centuries, as Men counted time. Most interesting! But there was one trait that he recognized--this one’s hunger for the Ring was most overpowering. Why, it even considered, and nowhere as secretly as it believed, finding the Ring and keeping It for itself! Zigur laughed to himself. Ah, this Gollum had much to learn if it believed it possible to cheat the Lord of Mordor--the intended Lord of all of Middle Earth! The Ring was awake now--awake and seeking to respond to his call. He would send forth his servants to bring It back to him, for the sooner It was again upon his finger the more certain his victories. But It would seek ever to come back to Him, now that It was no longer held a prisoner in Ulmo’s realm. But first he needed to know where to seek, and the name of the thief that held it. A little pressure.... “Shire! Baggins!” |