𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

"Sauron..." Frodo Baggins draws back.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced." I say walking forward.

"Don't... stay back!" Frodo Baggins yells.

Samwise Gamji gets in front of him. He takes out his sword. I throw my hand to the side and the sword flies out of his hand. I've always been curious to meet another Baggins. I have felt the ring in Biblo's hands for quite some time. It was getting so tiresome. 

"I must thank you for bringing back what is rightfully mine." I say.

I reach out my hand. My ring shoots forward. I want it back. I want what is rightfully mine. The One Ring. One Ring to find them all. One Ring to bind them all and in the darkness bind them. My soul. My power. Everything I have ever worked for lies in the ring. Frodo Baggins draws back. 

"Stay away from him! You hear, stay away from him!" Samwise Gamji says.

"You really think a hobbit can stand against me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Legolas! Snap out of this!" Samwise Gamji yells.

"He's not here." I say.

"Legolas!" Frodo Baggins screams.

I grip my head. What is this new feeling that arises. Is the prince of elves fighting me? I feel him rising back up. No! This is my body now. Stop resisting! I can his energy coming back. No! I must top him now. My guard is let down. Long enough for Samwise Gamji to plunge his sword into my side.