A ring can represent practically anything. Undying love, a silent promise, real friendship, commitment, but also nobility, worship or faith. There are rings that symbolize dependence, enslavement, eternity, and apparently there is one that stands for all that’s evil in this world. But let’s not forget a ring is nothing more than a piece of metal that fits nicely around a finger. It doesn’t even have to be pretty.

So don’t ask me why I ended up risking my life, going on this quest to destroy one. I mean, you can’t really blame me for getting caught up in things I don’t even believe in, right?

This is a tenth walker fic and English is my second language. It’s possible you’ll hate this story, but don’t forget you’re not obliged to do so. And seriously, I really like readers and absolutely love reviewers.

When an orc insults Melkor in a very rude way Mairon get's to chose the Method of execution and inventive as he is he suggests something that both he and his master finds very pleasing indeed, although the poor orc won't like it that much, but Gothmog will.
Ang-Bang, very smutty, very explicit and very perverted, watching others suffer turns them on

A novella of the House of Finwë from the Darkening of Valinor through the end of the First Age.

“Vengeance calls me hence…Yet I am not the only valiant in the valiant people. And have ye not all lost your King? And what else have ye not lost, cooped here in a narrow land between the mountains and the sea? ...Fair shall the end be, though long and hard shall be the road! Say Farwell to bondage! But say farewell also to ease! Say Farwell to the weak! ... Journey light: but bring with you your swords! For we will go further then Oromë, endure longer then Tulkas: we will never turn back from pursuit. After Morgoth to the ends of the Earth! War shall he have and hatred undying!” –Fëanor

Maedhros and Uldor meet in the Halls of Mandos.