#third age.

THE PITIFUL CREATURE REPRESENTS, IN A WAY, THE WILL OF HIS SHRUNKEN SPIRIT. his failure to destroy sauron in any lasting, meaningful way. the first time it was folly of the unknown, though the second was out of his hands and into the line of which the deceiver feared most of all. THE LINE OF NÚMENOR. he is a being needless of physical forms, capable of many things. EVEN WITHOUT THE ONE.

the orcs of adar's legions, amongst the eldest lines of such creatures, were left without a home once more. THE EYE EVER WATCHFUL FROM ITS PLACE IN BARAD-DÛR. FILLED WITH TORCHLIGHT THAT ECHOES ITS DARK LORD. NO LONGER SERVANTS OF SHADOW, he has not been able to entirely fulfil his promise . . . as mordor becoming lost to him required a fresh invasion of land. NO LIFE TO RETURN TO UNTIL HIS CUNNING PROVIDED FOR A SECOND TIME.

and as the long years passed, he felt the power gathering since before the whispers of THE DRAGON DREAD, spreading great wings over lake-town. a servant beast of MORGOTH spelling nothing but FOREBODING. and now that he nears ever closer to the black gate, his beasts mix with the moral crimes of creation, bringing fatherless children into the world from the towers of isengard. the fool saruman handed the full extent of his power to the already dreadfully powerful MAIAR OF VALINOR. however, he does not regard the small and shrivelled creature with anything less than pity. mind broken beyond all that which adar had ever experienced. though the hint of a wry smile lives on his mouth. IT IS A FACT HE HAS LONG KNOWN. "and what will you be painted as, when this age has settled into memory?" is all he asked in turn, with a soft cant of his head and deepening of expression. THE TIME OF THE GREAT RACES IS COMING TO AN END, and the fates have yet to decide where the tide will turn. does he even have the wits left about him to choose?

"he must see you now," he speaks, voice now a husky whisper through reeds. thin and strained. "and even if you manage to reclaim what you seek, he will only take it from you." there's a soft shake of his brown-topped head, and with that, he looks deep into the shrunken face as if to extract the reasoning from the fractured mind.