The Price of Power - By Legolas_girl
I have searched in numerous books for the true name of this man before he fell. Unable to find it,I invented one. Fill me in, someone, if Tolkien has already done so.
Lastly, I welcome constructive criticism on my writing. Hope you enjoy!
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I, Lady Yana, put the ink to this paper in hope of finding a secret place of refuge.
Thing grow dark.I cannot speak of it to Brack, for....it often him I worry about.
My dearest husband seems distant to me. He is consumed by his desire for power.
What is it that he seeks? Already he is king! Alas,I fear also that he has involved himself in the Black Arts, sorcery.
Perhaps I am wrong to judge him. He was not always as he is now.
I remember the first time I gazed upon him. How my heart beat! Brack stood tall and proud, an aura of regality hanging over him. His ebony hair blew in the breeze. It was his eyes that struck me the deepest though. They were the clearest, brightest blue I have ever seen, liken unto a winter sky.
Yet, now the brightness has dimmed and the clearness seems clouded.
I must stop this melancholy reminiscing! I will close for now. Mayhap a stroll in the gardens will clear my mind.
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It has been a week since I last wrote.
We have been in an upheaval about the citadel as of late.
You see, a messenger came several days ago. He would speak to none save Brack.
After delivering the message, he left immediately.
My husband was crazed with excitement and anticipation.
Seeking me out, he told me his wonderful news.
The Lord Sauron is coming. Coming here to this very place.
Even as I write he draws near. Tomorrow he is to arrive.
Never before have I seen Brack so elated....not even on our wedding day. But no matter. It is good to see him happy again.
He says eight princes of our realm are gathering here to meet with Lord Sauron.
Brack has dealt with him on several occasions. However, this will mark the first time they have met.
Indeed it will be a day to remember!
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I write with great haste and some trepidation.
Sauron has come.
Brack, the eight princes and Sauron met in council the night before last.They spent many a long hour locked away together.
I know not what took place behind those doors.
But I must continue quickly.
Last night a banquet was held in honor of Sauron. It was there I finally met him.
I have not felt at ease since.
I do not trust him! There is something I cannot describe, it is just a feeling. A sense of foreboding.
When Sauron looked me in the eye, I felt as though he read every thought which crossed my mind.
That troubles me greatly. I fear he knows my ill feelings toward him. If that is so, my time may be short.
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Curse the day Brack came to know Sauron!
He has given my husband, as well as the princes,rings he swears signify the start of their new reign.
I like it not at all. They are no ordinary rings my heart tells me. No good can come of this.
I pleaded with Brack. I begged him to break off this alliance with Sauron.
He would have none of it. He said I was a foolish, dim-witted woman who had no business meddling in such affairs.
I have confided in my dearest friend,Keian. I felt I could no longer bear to keep these things to myself.
She will tell no one, of that I am certain.
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I write this entry much ligher of heart than previously.Perhaps I was wrong about Sauron and the ring.
Brack's power and influence over the people have doubled in these last two months!
It is quite uncanny, yet there is no denying it.
It fills me with joy to see Brack so content.
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The Lady Yana is dead.
I, Keian, write this as a last homage to the dear woman who's life goal was to please her husband.
It has been over a year since she lst wrote in this journal. She had quit because, as she put it, 'Things are splendid! I have no qualms to write about!'
She died last night in a moment of terror inspired by her beloved husband.
Brack has become no more than a slave of Sauron.
Indeed the man has gained power as promised. The power to terrorize and destroy.
The truth is at last revealed. The nine rings are controlled by evil.
Brack is forver lost. The kingdom is chaotic and near ruin.
The end is coming.
Darkness is here.