Title: On The Slopes Of Orodruin
Author: Jay of Lasgalen
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s, not mine.
On The Slopes Of Orodruin
On the slopes of Orodruin, Sauron fell – as did many others, among them Gil-Galad and Elendil.
“We cannot let their deaths have been in vain!” Isildur exclaimed harshly. Seizing Sauron’s hand, he hacked at it with the broken hilt of Narsil. “The Ring is mine,” he proclaimed. “Mine to do with as I will. Mine to destroy.”
He plunged into a crevice that led to the heart of the mountain, and held the Ring aloft. Opening his hand, he watched as it fell into the fire, gleamed once, and was gone forever. “It is done,” he breathed. “It is over.”