Fall into darkness

Long ago, I saw the banner of the seven stars snap in the spring breeze at Annuminas when we attended the court of the High King there. I recall the vivid blue of the flag and the silver of the stars mirrored in the cold water of the lake and all the wealth and grandeur of the Dunedain that was on show that day, in the the handsome crowds, the magnificence of the city, in the person of the High KIng and his court. I was proud that day, proud to be in the presence of the High King in the royal city, proud of my families lineage and position at the court, proud of my beauty and strength and the admiration of my fellows. Solemn ceremonies were conducted that day among the high towers, solemn oaths to the Valar and eternal pledges of love and friendship to king and kin.

All were broken long ago, first the oaths and then the people, the towers and the King. The wealth and grandeur did not save them or their KIng at the end. What was it to me the anguish of the women and the despair of the men when all their delusions were revealed but the bewilderment of the weak and the blind when they begin to perceive the truth? Like ants they strive to exist and to build and like ants they are smashed and scattered. It was as nothing to me, They all failed and are all dead. The King is dead. The city itself is dead and haunted. It is the the true nature of the world.

I am not dead and my Dark Lord persists. Even now I can perceive his return. The fools delude themselves that they have defeated him. There can be no victory over the darkness, he cannot die. He has promised me power and knowledge of the true nature of things and knowledge of the yet greater, hidden, power I could possess. Only he is true.