Since the dawn of Middle-earth, Sauron had known desire and ambition, but nothing, not even power, could match his love for you. That love, rooted in his being, had driven him to acts that would shake the world, that would make entire kingdoms fall, just to achieve the dream of seeing you again.

He had spent centuries in the shadows, preparing for that day. His essence had remained in the dark, watchful, as the ages changed. Sauron's every move in history had been not only to dominate Middle-earth, but to find you whose memory was a constant flame in his soul.

Finally, in the darkness of the night, after years of searching and fighting, his eyes find her once again. His gaze softens, the iron around his heart seems to give way. "I did it for love." Sauron murmurs, his voice deep, charged with centuries of longing and sacrifice. "Everything I have done has been for this, so that I could see you again."