A beautiful elf maiden falls into Sauron’s incapable and dim-witted hands. Not knowing what to do with her, he puts her in the dungeon, but the bleakness of his horrid stench-filled dungeon only serves to magnify her beauty. Sauron quickly becomes smitten with the beautiful elf girl, whose name is Lirinen. She has emerald green eyes and deep chestnut hair.
Sauron tells the girl of his feelings, but she, of course, wants nothing to do with him, since he is ugly and vile. She tells him that she would rather marry all the orcs than spend another minute with him. Dejected, Sauron goes and cries in his room, like the little baby that he is.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Sauron, Lirinen’s father Fëanor (yes,
Fëanor), comes to Angband to look for her. (He somehow escapes Mandos). He finds her, and she tells him about Sauron having a crush on her. Rather than rescue her, Fëanor decides to have a little fun, and replaces Sauron’s shampoo with purple hair dye. (Not that the stinky wretch ever takes a shower). That night just happened to be the one day a year that Sauron decided to take a shower, and his hair turns purple. He catches Fëanor, and ties him up next to his daughter.
They stay there for a few days, but Sauron, being a nitwit, leaves the keys to the dungeon
the dungeon after getting very drunk. (A/N: Angband’s brew kicks ass!) Fëanor is able to escape, and he brings his daughter with him. They run from Angband, but get caught by Glaurung, who falls madly in love with Lirinen because she is just so beautiful. He spares Fëanor's life, since he’s in love with his daughter, and they stay and live with Glaurung for a little while, until Sauron figures out where they are.
Sauron unwisely decides to try and rescue his love, and goes after Lirinen. Glaurung breathes fire on him, until he is burnt to a crisp and then Fëanor digs a hole and buries him. Nobody misses him, not even the orcs.
Eventually, it is time for Fëanor to go home, but he decides to go and live in Angband to be close to his daughter.
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