I am the Ring of Power, the One Ring, the Ruling Ring and… Anyway, the evil Ring of Sauron, and this is my life story.
I was forged a long, long, long… well, a pretty long time ago by the dark lord Sauron in the fires of Mount Doom in the dark land of Mordor. A nice fellow otherwise, but a bit bossy. He wanted to rule the world with me and along with some evil things; he even put a spell on me to always find my way back to him. I was also very nice and shiny, so everyone desired me if they happened to see me. During a war against Sauron I was taken from Sauron by Isildur, a king of some sort, and against advice he kept me; obviously because I was so nice and shiny. I didn’t really like Isildur, so I left him after a couple of years, but I probably chose a bad moment, because I ended up at the bottom of a river where I had to lie for a couple of thousand years. Still, a quiet, nice time I had.
Because of this spell Sauron had put on me, I then felt that he was somewhere near again, and, to tell the truth, I was quite bored at that point, so I thought it was time for me to be found again. After some nasty events I ended up with a guy named Sméagol, who couldn’t resist me either, but instead of Mordor we went under the Misty Mountains, where we lived alone for 500 years. I don’t know if it was all the fish he ate or my company, but Sméagol slowly started to look quite creepy and he began to call himself Gollum and me his precious.
Sauron was now calling me quite loudly because he would need me to restore his strength. Gollum had also become quite obsessed with me, so I thought it was time to disappear. It was quite a shock to him, as he was very fond of me after being with me for so long, but the “come home” spell was very strong on me. However, luck wasn’t on my side, because I was found by some hobbit, Bilbo, and he took me to the Shire, that must be the most quiet, unpopular, non-trendy and well, boring place in Middle-earth. Waiting seems to be the story of my life, because this hobbit wasn’t very keen on taking me to Sauron either, and he just kept me in the Shire in secret and when he rudely abandoned me I was left waiting with a younger hobbit, Frodo. But Sauron had finally heard where to find me, so I knew he would send someone for me.
Finally, Frodo and some other fellows took me with them on a journey to Mordor, but I didn’t like the part that I was supposed to be destroyed, so I did all I could to get back to Sauron’s friends on the way, but this hairyfoot hobbit was surprisingly resistant. I tried some of the friends of this hobbit too, but I must have lost some of my charm during the years, because I didn’t manage to tempt any of them significantly.
We must have travelled through the whole Middle-earth, but finally we reached Mordor and I had this Frodo fellow quite strongly under my command, ready to be revealed to Sauron. But just when I thought the time had come for Sauron to claim me from Frodo, something happened that none of us would have thought about. The dear chap, Gollum, had been travelling with us for some time and now he was determined to get me back. He stole me from Frodo, but the poor fellow was so happy to see me again that he didn’t pay attention to his feet and he fell down to the fires. Unfortunately he took me with him and because the fires of Mount Doom were the only place where I could be destroyed, I melted and never met Sauron again. I heard though that he was so crushed because I was destroyed that he died too.
Officially my story ends here. But off the record, my spirit endured and after giving up the worst “bad guy” act, I hang out these days with this one pretty hot looking guy that makes music. If someone has wondered how he can come up with lyrics like that, it’s my spirit that’s helping him. Trent is the guy’s name and we’re doing quite a good work, aren’t we?
by AinarielPalantir
