Edena_of_Neith
First Post
This is not a humorous post.
There is no humor in depicting a madman, or in this case, a mad, Fallen, Angel (referred to as a Maia by Tolkien.)
The main point about Sauron that needs to be made is that Sauron, despite being ruler of much of Middle Earth, is not the ruler of himself.
He has remarkably little self control as a direct result of this.
His judgement is severely impaired by this minor fact.
So what rules Sauron?
Hate.
Hate, hate that has built up for literally millennia, until it is constantly in his mind, colors every thought he thinks, and poisons every emotion he has.
His hate is nominally directed at the Valar and those loyal to them, but the truth is, that Sauron hates his own existence.
He hates what he sees as his inferiority to Melkor.
He hates the fact he is not Melkor, and has that kind of power to wield.
He hates the fact he is not the One, God.
He hates Middle Earth, because it was made by the Valar and not by him.
He hates the Children of the One, because he did not make them.
He even hates the orcs and trolls, because he did not make them.
He is a meglomaniac.
He thinks of himself as supreme in power, and that nobody can challenge him - when this assumption is threatened, he goes into denial (in the case of Galadriel) or goes berserk (in the case of Aragorn.)
There is not a moment in his existence when he is not angry.
There is not a moment in his existence when he feels good, or relaxed, or at peace (nor, does he deserve such a moment.)
The real Sauron would NOT talk, not even to the Valar, unless they forced him by their power to do so.
However, Sauron does think.
And so, I will attempt to describe his thoughts.
I will parallel my own writing, in the other thread, which was meant as humor.
However, this is not humor. This is my take on Tolkien's conception of Sauron.
In no way do I presume that I can improve on Tolkien, or that my interpretation is the right one.
I merely am portraying Sauron as I think he really is.
- - -
(The Spirit of Sauron blazes in the heights of Barad-Dur, so hot the stones around almost glow. His presence amplifies, and arcs out of Barad-Dur, in a great red beam - known to all as the Eye of Sauron - focusing his presence, his hatred, and his will to destroy and kill, upon what it is he is beholding.)
(thinks)
Thief, I will find you.
I will find you.
I will find you.
I ... WILL ... find you.
When I find you, I will shrivel your body while it yet lives.
I will make you suffer and scream.
I will enjoy that.
I ... WILL ... enjoy that.
Your suffering will be eternal, thief.
Your body will be cast into the Void, thief.
Your mind will be torn from your body, and I shall impress upon it all my power to hurt, for all time.
You will pay for all eternity, thief.
(thinks)
I do not need to see you, thief. Hide behind her (a reference to Galadriel), if you will - it will not avail you.
(thinks)
The rat stole my ring.
The rat, is now ... mine.
The other rats, will soon be ... mine.
Their land will be mine.
They will be made an example of, so that never again will men upon Arda dare to challenge me.
DARE to steal what is mine!
They will not dare, after they see what I am willing to do.
They will not dare.
Gandalf is dead. Gandalf, my Enemy, fallen in his own folly. (smiles, if Sauron could smile.)
Let the Rebel Valar see to their own. Saruman is mine, Gandalf is dead, the others are hiding ... let the Valar look to their mountain, Taniquentil, and be afraid!
They will all fall into the utter Dark, as their foolish slave has already done.
The children of the One (snarls) will be crushed, and all will taken from them.
They will be MINE, in body, spirit, and mind - they will exist ONLY to do, be, and THINK, as I desire.
The elder children will all be destroyed. When Mandos falls, their spirits will be erased from existence.
The lesser children will be my playthings, and all of Arda will be shaped to my desire, and not ONE THING will be out of place.
The creations of Aule will either bow to me, or suffer the fate of the elder children.
As for the Lord's creations, they are already mine.
It is of no consequence, thief, that you eluded the Nine.
It is of no consequence, thief, that you survived the wound the Nine gave you - you will never heal from it, and I delight in this first, very minor, torment, afflicting you.
Trust me, thief, when I say I will improve upon the work of the Nine.
It is of no consequence, thief, that Saruman my slave did not catch you.
It was never intended that he do so. He shall learn his place, Saruman. He aspires to be what he is not, and I will correct him for his error.
So come forth, thief.
You presume to claim the Ring.
You presume, to be far, far greater, than you are.
You are not me, or a tenth of me, or a thousandth of me.
You are a worm, that crawls through the slime my orcs have made of the work of the rebel children, and THAT is your place, thief.
Until I have you.
Then, you will learn the true might and power of Sauron, Lord of Arda, thief, and you will go on learning it for all eternity.
(that is the equivalent of the first paragraph of humor, from the other thread ... except that in this case, as noted above, I am attempting to portray Sauron as he actually is.
Which is to say, dreadful, ranting, obsessed, and even boring - although in the books I seriously doubt any of Sauron's opponents were bored. They were too busy fighting for their lives to be bored.)
There is no humor in depicting a madman, or in this case, a mad, Fallen, Angel (referred to as a Maia by Tolkien.)
The main point about Sauron that needs to be made is that Sauron, despite being ruler of much of Middle Earth, is not the ruler of himself.
He has remarkably little self control as a direct result of this.
His judgement is severely impaired by this minor fact.
So what rules Sauron?
Hate.
Hate, hate that has built up for literally millennia, until it is constantly in his mind, colors every thought he thinks, and poisons every emotion he has.
His hate is nominally directed at the Valar and those loyal to them, but the truth is, that Sauron hates his own existence.
He hates what he sees as his inferiority to Melkor.
He hates the fact he is not Melkor, and has that kind of power to wield.
He hates the fact he is not the One, God.
He hates Middle Earth, because it was made by the Valar and not by him.
He hates the Children of the One, because he did not make them.
He even hates the orcs and trolls, because he did not make them.
He is a meglomaniac.
He thinks of himself as supreme in power, and that nobody can challenge him - when this assumption is threatened, he goes into denial (in the case of Galadriel) or goes berserk (in the case of Aragorn.)
There is not a moment in his existence when he is not angry.
There is not a moment in his existence when he feels good, or relaxed, or at peace (nor, does he deserve such a moment.)
The real Sauron would NOT talk, not even to the Valar, unless they forced him by their power to do so.
However, Sauron does think.
And so, I will attempt to describe his thoughts.
I will parallel my own writing, in the other thread, which was meant as humor.
However, this is not humor. This is my take on Tolkien's conception of Sauron.
In no way do I presume that I can improve on Tolkien, or that my interpretation is the right one.
I merely am portraying Sauron as I think he really is.
- - -
(The Spirit of Sauron blazes in the heights of Barad-Dur, so hot the stones around almost glow. His presence amplifies, and arcs out of Barad-Dur, in a great red beam - known to all as the Eye of Sauron - focusing his presence, his hatred, and his will to destroy and kill, upon what it is he is beholding.)
(thinks)
Thief, I will find you.
I will find you.
I will find you.
I ... WILL ... find you.
When I find you, I will shrivel your body while it yet lives.
I will make you suffer and scream.
I will enjoy that.
I ... WILL ... enjoy that.
Your suffering will be eternal, thief.
Your body will be cast into the Void, thief.
Your mind will be torn from your body, and I shall impress upon it all my power to hurt, for all time.
You will pay for all eternity, thief.
(thinks)
I do not need to see you, thief. Hide behind her (a reference to Galadriel), if you will - it will not avail you.
(thinks)
The rat stole my ring.
The rat, is now ... mine.
The other rats, will soon be ... mine.
Their land will be mine.
They will be made an example of, so that never again will men upon Arda dare to challenge me.
DARE to steal what is mine!
They will not dare, after they see what I am willing to do.
They will not dare.
Gandalf is dead. Gandalf, my Enemy, fallen in his own folly. (smiles, if Sauron could smile.)
Let the Rebel Valar see to their own. Saruman is mine, Gandalf is dead, the others are hiding ... let the Valar look to their mountain, Taniquentil, and be afraid!
They will all fall into the utter Dark, as their foolish slave has already done.
The children of the One (snarls) will be crushed, and all will taken from them.
They will be MINE, in body, spirit, and mind - they will exist ONLY to do, be, and THINK, as I desire.
The elder children will all be destroyed. When Mandos falls, their spirits will be erased from existence.
The lesser children will be my playthings, and all of Arda will be shaped to my desire, and not ONE THING will be out of place.
The creations of Aule will either bow to me, or suffer the fate of the elder children.
As for the Lord's creations, they are already mine.
It is of no consequence, thief, that you eluded the Nine.
It is of no consequence, thief, that you survived the wound the Nine gave you - you will never heal from it, and I delight in this first, very minor, torment, afflicting you.
Trust me, thief, when I say I will improve upon the work of the Nine.
It is of no consequence, thief, that Saruman my slave did not catch you.
It was never intended that he do so. He shall learn his place, Saruman. He aspires to be what he is not, and I will correct him for his error.
So come forth, thief.
You presume to claim the Ring.
You presume, to be far, far greater, than you are.
You are not me, or a tenth of me, or a thousandth of me.
You are a worm, that crawls through the slime my orcs have made of the work of the rebel children, and THAT is your place, thief.
Until I have you.
Then, you will learn the true might and power of Sauron, Lord of Arda, thief, and you will go on learning it for all eternity.
(that is the equivalent of the first paragraph of humor, from the other thread ... except that in this case, as noted above, I am attempting to portray Sauron as he actually is.
Which is to say, dreadful, ranting, obsessed, and even boring - although in the books I seriously doubt any of Sauron's opponents were bored. They were too busy fighting for their lives to be bored.)
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