My heartfelt thanks to JRR Tolkien for creating fantasy as we know it. That being said, we are going to explore what really happened concerning the ring of power and the fate of all those who dwelled on Middle Earth. Bear with me for this first of many chapters, as this builds the story a bit.

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them

Sauron Forms a Plan

Sauron started off not such a bad guy. If anything, he was a little too concerned with beauty and the crafting of splendid works of art and architecture. He loved his creator Eru, and his initial purpose in life was simply to create things pleasing to his maker. However, after Eru simply disappeared and left all creation to its own biddings, Sauron felt that his trust was broken. After years and years of following his instructions, a fellow by the name of Morgoth slowly convinced Sauron to be his second in command, and eventually enslave all the other Valar.

Sauron was tired of being an outsider of the Valar, and he relished the idea of holding power over them. Sauron didn’t know, however, that working for Morgoth would turn out so horribly. Sure, there were nice victories and genocides committed over the centuries, but as time wore on and on, Sauron slowly came to realize a horrible truth: he would always be second best.

He started out created as a second class being, only to become the second-in-command of the entire world. Like a few drops of Ent-water, Sauron began to formulate a plan that would both get rid of his oppressor’s, and put him at number one in one fell swoop. Sauron knew that a final battle with the Valar was fast approaching, and he planned to be on the winning side.

Recalling his days as a master crafter, Sauron started a decade long project. One that involved gathering and extracting both all of the poisons, and all of the essences of flavor in the world. His end result was something so delicious-looking and fragrant smelling that no one would be able to resist eating from it. Knowing even he wouldn’t be immune, Sauron had beforehand concocted a concentrated neurotoxin that specifically inhibited his sense of smell and taste. The reason for all this trouble was that while he had created what some might consider the most beautiful of food, it served only one purpose. That purpose was to mask what might have been the vilest poison ever made. It might even dull the senses of someone on the power level of a Valar. “Oh, the possibilities…” Sauron mused.

“Just in time”, Sauron though. Morgoth was finally ready for the final battle against the Valar, and was throwing a feast that night for his entire army. Only the best had been prepared for the feast–virgins from every lower race, enough alcohol to burn an entire country, millions of slaughtered swine and bovine, and only the most gifted elvish bards.