you know what. if Gandalf had emphasized how powerful the ring is instead of just saying "magic rings shouldn't be used lightly" and didn't hurt Bilbo's pride by telling him "you're just a little fellow in this big wide world after all" (which is total jerk shit Gandalf really you're so fucking smart are you Bilbo didn't deserve those words), maybe Bilbo could have actually given him the ring and avoided the whole Frodo going to Mordor thing and the whole lord of the rings franchise.
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“After the destruction of the ring”
On this frigid night, the stars twinkle in Varda’s sky, illuminating the desolate path ahead. Amidst the haunting howls of wolves, a lone figure travel through this forsaken landscape, serenading the lost remnants of a world tainted by sin.
Once, this realm was pristine, crafted by the harmonious melodies of the Valar and Maiar. Yet now, Arda lies scarred by the malevolent touch of Melkor, the once-mighty Valar turned dark lord.
The traveler, burdened by his complicity in this desecration, reflects on his role as Melkor's accomplice. Ensnared by a delusion of noble intent, he now realizes the futility of his actions, wrought with betrayal and folly.
Yearning not for power, but for order, he had aligned himself with Melkor in pursuit of a semblance of harmony. Branded "the deceiver," he laments his own fallibility, a pawn in a cosmic game of deceit and despair.
Haunted by hatred towards the Valar and Melkor, he grapples with self-loathing for his part in the ruin of Arda. As he contemplates his tragic fate, he questions whether his downfall was predestined by Eru Ilúvatar himself.
Numenor, once a grand civilization now submerged beneath the waves, stands as a testament to his influence. His misguided machinations led to its demise, a legacy stained by regret and sorrow.
In the depths of his solitude, he recalls the cries of a child lost to the sea's wrath, a poignant reminder of his own culpability.
His cherished ring, a vessel of his essence, shattered by a humble hobbit's hand, marked his own undoing. Stripped of power and purpose, he wanders as a spectral wanderer, adrift in a shadowed realm haunted by memories of a bygone era ;An immortal being cursed to endure eternity's burden.
Alone, guided only by the mournful wails of wolves, he embarks on an uncertain journey towards an unknown destination, forever haunted.
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