[ EU ] In your favourite fictional universe , the villain won . It 's one year later .

After Frodo's attempts to destroy the ring failed and the heroes of Middle Earth were defeated at the Black Gates of Mordor, Sauron looked to his army, fixated on the spot of Aragorn's death. As he did, Khamûl delivered the One Ring to Sauron, taken from the dead bodies of Frodo, Sam, and Gollum. The death of Aragorn invigorated Sauron, and he finally gained enough strength to once again take physical form. As he materialized in a fiery explosion before the orcs, they backed away, reforming the circle they had prior to their charge. Sauron picked up Aragorn by the head with his left hand, letting his body dangle in mid-air for his followers to see. After the roars of the orcs died down from the sight of the carcass, he threw Aragorn's body to the side and crushed the head with his mace for all to see, making them erupt in cheers of triumph once again. 
 
 At his command, the orcs and other evil entities, including men, went forth to begin their ravaging of the lands. From Minas Tirith to the Shire, the grasslands and mountains, everything burned just as the fires of Mount Doom. Those who resisted Sauron were either met with a slow, painful death, or a life of servitude and slavery. Brother turned on brother, husband on wife, father on son, giving in to the will of Sauron. The Nazgul ruled the skies, seeking any prey their Fellbeasts desired, killing and destroying at will. Any whisper of resistance was made an example of; tongues sliced out, eyes gouged, limbs severed, and bodies put on display for all to see until they bled to death. 
 
 One year of continuous destruction and chaos. One year of torment beyond imagining, with but few feeble attempts at resistance. The best and safest place for any to hide became Fangorn forest, where sanctuary was given to survivors by the Ents and trees themselves. While it provided cover, it was only a matter of time until the flames spread there as well, and everyone knew it. Though some cities still stood and resisted, their only reason for survivable was because of Sauron's distraction and new desire. 
 
 Having conquered most of the lands surrounding Mordor, he could n't help but feel an emptiness and rising bloodlust knowing there was a place he had never stepped foot on. Despite his vast power, knowledge, and greatness, he sought to rid Middle Earth entirely of the filth that threatened his reign and once marched against him. Gathering his army, he commanded them to commandeer and build as many vessels as possible as quickly as they could. He had two goals in mind; the first was the complete and utter destruction of all things and beings connected to Valinor, eyes fixated on the so-called immortal elves. The other, more ambitious goal, was to seek out any indication or whisper of Eru Ilúvatar in an attempt to destroy the creator of those who dared oppose him. 
 
 With a blazing twinkle in his eye, Sauron grabbed the helm of his black flagship as his most trusted orcs swabbed the deck below. Getting into formation, they began singing their jaunty, well-choreographed, spirit-lifting tune together, raising their spirits for the battle to come. 
 
 Taking the fight to Valinor, 
 Argh, here comes the crew. 
 Sailing our asses across the shore 
 Argh, one thing left to do. 
 We'll slice'em we'll tear'em we'll eat in our harem 
 The sweetest of elvish stew. 
 And then when we're finished we'll kill us a god 
 Argh, here comes the crew!
