𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫-𝔈𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔶

How can a mere hobbit injure me? Me? I am Sauron. I am a God to these wretched creatures. How could they have hurt me? I grab Sam and I lift him into the air. I will kill him and get the ring back. Perhaps his noble heart will give me what I want.

"Sam!" Frodo Baggins yells.

"Now choose Frodo Baggins, give me what is rightfully mine, or I will gladly kill this hobbit." I say. 

"Mr. Frodo... no." Samwise Gamji mutters.

"Choose now." I say tightening my grip.

"Oh Sam, my dear Sam." He takes out the ring. 

"Mr. Frodo no..." Samwise Gamji says.

"Please, please don't kill him." Frodo Baggins says.

"Give me the One Ring, it rightfully belongs to me." I say.

"I will." Frodo Baggins walks forward.

I drop Samwise Gamji. Hobbits are such fragile creatures. Their weak. When I get my true form, I shall go for the Shire first. I reach for the ring. I've waited three thousand years for this. My ring. The One Ring to rule them all and in the darkness bind them. At last.

Then, the hobbit raises his sword and attempts to cut off my head. I stop the sword instantly. Nasty little hobbit. Perhaps I was wrong in thinking he was so weak. I throw him back. But... the wound. I'm beginning to feel it. I hiss. This body may not be as strong as I thought. Not to mention, the elf prince is fighting back. I grip my head.

"Sam! Run!" Frodo Baggins yells.  

Arghhh! I cannot believe two hobbits and one slimy creature escaped from me. Mordor is long and it is filled with rocky cliffs. It is filled with dangerous orc and other creatures. The spider will have her fill. I need to retreat back to my tower my power will be revived. Smoke forms around me. I hope we'll meet again Frodo Baggins. I know in the end the ring will consume you. It always does.