Life as a Dragon (LOTR)

Graghin and I sat in silence for who knows how long before the crunch of footsteps echoed behind us. Turning, we both beheld Isildur striding confidently past us, the One Ring glinting on his finger.

Glancing at each other, a common thought seemed to cross our eyes. Elrond failed.

A moment later, quick steps followed as a furious Elrond marched toward us with his head down. Stopping in between, he looked left at Graghin, who nodded his head, and then at me, which I also returned with a nod.

Turning back to look at the battlefield, Elrond's brow relaxed, and his stance loosened as he stared silently. We had both experienced the feeling, so Graghin and I remained silent and let him take it in. 

"The enemy has been defeated."

Elrond said that to ensure himself or us, I do not know, but I was not going to be the one to tell him that the spirit of Sauron endured and that he would spend the next thousand years recovering. After all, it was a thousand years away.

Now that I think about it, a dragon, a dwarf, and an elf sitting together sounds like the start of a bad joke. I do not know where it started, maybe in some sick, twisted part of my soul, but laughter began to bubble up inside me as I thought about it. Slowly rising to the top, I couldn't contain it anymore and burst out laughing.

Elrond and Graghin looked startled before they couldn't contain it and laughed. Soon, the people closest to us laughed, and the ones further away smiled. Eventually, the soldiers, who were all in despair, couldn't help but smile at the silly dragon and his two friends. The mind is a resilient thing. We despair, agonize, and doubt, but there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. Better times were coming, and everything would be all right if you believed that.

Sauron's POV

I fled with haste, my spirit screaming in agony. My pride and my ego had caused my downfall. I had thought of taking on Middle-Earth by myself and killing Isildur with my bare hands. Oh, how the crunching of his throat as I strangled him to death would have brought ecstasy to my soul. Alas, I did not learn from the fall of my master, Melkor. Pride without care is folly.

I thought they would destroy the One Ring, but after waiting many days, it remained—foolish creations. Now, all that was left was to try again. I would have to recover my power, meaning I must sleep, but my agents would not. The Nazgûl may be sealed, but others would jump to do my bidding. I will be back and won't repeat the same mistakes.

General POV

The closing of the Second Age was concluded with a victory for The Last Alliance. Now that The Enemy had been defeated, the time for peace and prosperity had come. The Second Age had been marked by many events, such as the fall of Númenor, the island blessed by the Maiar, due to Sauron's influence and the corruption of the master smith, Celebrimbor. Unfortunately for everyone, the Third Age was set to be another age of battle and strife.