Sauron's Remorse.

This idea has been running through my mind for a long time. Where have all the elves gone? Im penning it down, angering rabid LOTR fans be damned.

What if Sauron still lives? What if the battle for MiddleEarth had been lost? What if The alliance was finally broken, the fellowship shattered and all darkness came to stay?

Sauron Won.

His first action was to enslave the elves. What little that remained. The rest fled West, into the grey, never to return. Under the cruel whip and tight chain of Sauron, the once proud Elves were broken again and again, until they began to wither, and the elvenlight faded. In time they were reduced to gibbering, weak-minded creatures, and lost all knowledge of their grand history and power. They had fallen lower than their fell cousins the orcs.
Man fared a little better. All that was noble in Man was wiped away, in a great blighting of the Earth. The once proud cities of Man were razed to the ground. Nothing was spared. Only those who swore allegience to Sauron lived, as animals would.
The Hobbits were exterminated, The Shire destroyed. The dwarves were systematically flushed out of their holes like rats and then buried alive. Those who escaped dug deep into the earth, never to surface again.
Earth was finally broken.

After centuries of tryannical rule, Sauron gazed across the withered and wasted land that was his to command. He surveyed the terrified people, running from the Nazgul, drunk with power and feeding off their fear. He heard the ents and trees groan as each was cut for firewood and construction. He saw the terror in the Eagle's eyes as it was released from its cage and chased by the Nazgul on their fell steeds, hungry for the kill.

A single drop of remorse entered his heart. And it grew, and grew, and finally Sauron could take no more. He wanted change. To redo his evil and restore MiddleEarth. The Maiar had destroyed the Earth, now maybe the Maiar would recreate a New Earth.

For the elves he could do nothing. They were too broken for any hope of salvation. But there was hope for man yet. Using the elves as labour, he started rebuilding the cities of old, replanting trees from where he had pillaged. For man he made them forget all the misery and terrible history wrought upon them. Finally, after centuries of toil, Earth was restored. The dark Middle Age was finally forgotten. A New Age of peace and discovery dawned. The Age of Man.

Man, who showed so much promise, would rise again. For Sauron himself he would step down from the throne. He withdrew his servants, the elves, to the cold frigid north, and there he stays till now. But his work was not done. He could never repay his terrible deeds completely, and each year he would seek to repatriate a little to the world. A vast citadel was built. In within, the elves were put to work, making presents and gifts for the children of man, whom he still saw hope in Grandness. And each year the gifts are made, each year he would ride the Nazgul's steeds, under the guise of Reindeer, and send them over to children all over the world.

Each year he passes every house, laughing Ho ho ho, i know if you've been naughty or nice.


Oh boy i must be having way too much time to spare.