"You should not let your vengeance cloud your judgement Malachi." Saurman says.
"What do you know of vengeance? What do you know of the hate I feel?" I ask.
He looks at me.
"Watch your tone Malachi. Do not forget I helped you control the dark powers Sauron has gifted you. I shall think you to kindly reserve your tongue and hold respect." Saurman asks.
I lower my head respectfully.
"Do not forget Saurman I have shown you, my worth." I say.
"You have. But hatred is a very powerful weapon." He says.
"Then it's a good thing I know how to use the weapon which spawns of hate." I cock my head.
"You have confidence Malachi, but I wonder if it spoils your judgement." Saurman says.
"I have waited more than two thousand years for my revenge!" I hiss at his face.
"I do not like that garish tone of yours." Saurman taps his staff.
"May it be heard throughout every corners of the world!" I yell.
The halls of Isengard echo. Too long I have waited to squander the land. Too long I've waited to destroy my father's rein. The throne should've been mine. I should've been the ruler. I would've been a greater king than Thranduil would of. I assure you, my revenge will be swift, but it will last for many many years. It will haunt Thranduil for casting me out.
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𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰
FantasíaAnother Lord of the Ring's fanfic. Well, it's more like a hobbit fanfic, but Aragon and Gimli are there as well. This might be out there but I'm doing it. Please don't hate me. An elf rises to power and is aligned with Sauron. One elf that came from...
