Goodbye My Queen!
- I wanted two. Sauron said as he held Nenya, the ring of water, hanging in front of him on a chain.
- Two rings? Galadriel asked.
- Yes. One for you and one for me. he said, then his gaze shifted from the ring to Galadriel. "There you go!" But first, the nine, please. Reluctantly, Galadriel reached into her clothes, took out the leather satchel and tossed it to Sauron, who caught it with one hand and pocketed it, then handed Galadriel the elven ring.
- Did you think I would keep it? he asked with an evil smile. "This is your…"
Galadriel slipped the ring onto her finger.
- Show me! Sauron commanded.
Galadriel extended her hand forward. Sauron took a step forward as his gaze rested on the outstretched hand. He knelt before her. He gently took Galadriel's fingers and kissed them. Galadriel blushed, whether the feeling pleased her or disgusted her, she couldn't decide for herself. Sauron looked slowly into Galadriel's eyes.
- Be my queen! Your light can make me better. Dominate me!
Tears streamed down Galadriel's eyes.
- I will never join you!
Sauron's cold gaze pierced Galadriel's heart as she stood up. Galadriel then lost consciousness and passed out. Sauron grabbed him, slipped one hand under the back of his head, the other under his waist, and carefully lowered the unconscious body to the ground. He knelt down next to her. She scanned Galadriel with teary eyes.
-You are so beautiful… like the sea… - he stroked her hair - like the sun… and the snow on the mountain! - he leaned close to her face, his gaze strayed to her lips. "Goodbye, My One and Only Precious!" – and the lips touched.
He's gone