The Dark side of the story : Making of the ring

Most of us have seen lord of the rings. And, we know that the dark lord is supposedly a cruel hearted, power-seeking maniac. I felt that there are two sides of coin, six sides to dice etc... Here is the story from the dark lord's perspective. The story will try to show that he is a simple, kind fellow who just caught up in emotions too strong for him to control. Okie.


Another dreary day at the top of the tower, looking for the stupid ring of mine. I have learnt my lesson this time. Never again will I put too much enthu into my “brilliant” ideas. I wonder if any one else thought of pouring all their powers into an object. I remember reading somewhere that some powerful magician had put all his powers in some parrot and left it at some place seven seas and mountains beyond. It looked like a fool proof plan. Did’nt read the rest of the story, though. Anyway, I got an even better idea and decided to put all my powers into a ring. My orcs tell me that I am obsessed with jewelry. Even that sissy nazguls were making fun of me. I don’t give a damn. I am the dark lord, after all. Anyway, I thought it was better to put my powers into some non-living thing: something which also looks good and bright. I decided to go for a ring. Thadaal fight, I had to put. A couple of night outs at Mt.Doom and I had the ring ready. I also wrote down a cool punch line, I picked up from some one’s shirt. It went like “One ring to rape them all” or something like that. Sounded cool, though. In retrospect, I see many faults with the plan. One day, I was sitting on the porch and admiring the beauty of my ring when those idiotic nazguls came down with their weird friend gumbal. A bunch of elves and dwarves. I tried to maintain my distance from these guys. Arbit people with lofty ideals about humanity and other crap. Anyways, as I sat their appreciating my hardwork, these guys happened to glance at it too! And before, I could say “How is it going”, they were all ga-ga over the ring. One of them was a babe. I think she was called Galadriel. She asked me where I bought this. For the first time in my life, I felt proud of what I had done. I told her that I made it on my own. I knew the look on her face. She was awed. I was so caught up in the flow. I told her that I could make one for her, too! The sparkle in her eyes made my heart skip a beat. The next few words made me skip a dozen. These words were spoken, by the other idiots who had obviously over heard us. You see, I was in a fix. How do I say yes only to her? I put a brave, smiling face and said, “Fine. No cool punch lines though!’ One of the best days of my life, I think. The smile on her face still is vivid in my eye. I spent a few freaking days and nights at the lab and finally made some twenty of them. Nine for the men, Seven for the dwarves, two for the other elves and two for her. I felt like we were starting some cult kind of thing. I never knew my ring would start such a fuss over nothing at all. Who cares! I just wish I could meet her again and ask if she needed anything else made. May be some bangles this time?