2. The Moment of Truth
The dread moment of truth was come. Would Sauron take him captive, or was the thought that would smite him utterly even now forming in the Dark Lord's mind?
He drew breath to scream grief and defiance - only to discover other throats screaming terror and defeat. The ground shook and opened, and the horde of yrch stampeded blindly to their doom.
It could only mean one thing.
And on his own hand, a dead Elven ring resurrected his hopes.
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