Been a while since I've been to KMC, and the same old thread...
Indeed yes, JS9. However, that does not mean that I wouldn't LOVE to see Sauron fighting Aragorn. I mean, come on! It would be AWESOME!! Imagine the coolness (or hotness because of Sauron's body) of such an Epic battle as that!
Okay, to clear up some discrepencies here...
Sauron had a body (obviously) when he went to Numenor, but he lost it when Eru blew it all to heck. So even though he escaped, his body didn't, and i quote: "After the ruin of his body in the destruction of Numenor, Sauron had the form of a man; his skin was black and burning hot." He then went on to fight in the battle of the Last Alliance, during which he and Gil-galad wrestled, and Gil-galad died from the heat. The Ring contained much of Sauron's power so that he would have that much power over the other Rings, so when the Ring was cut from his hand, the loss of power was so great that Sauron's body was destroyed in the fury. Weakened and without a body, Sauron retreated to the South-East, where he had total dominion over the inhabitants. For the next 1000 years he built up his strength, until he finally had the power to create a body for himself. However, this body was weak and had little physical strength, but rather served Sauron merely as a shell within which he could collect his old strength, and also upon which he could wear the Ring when found. His body was probably so weak that, were it pierced by a weapon, would be destroyed. However, over time, he increased in strength even more and began to grow stronger in body and power. By the time of the War of the Ring, his power and strength of body was so great that it nearly rivalled himself of old. He was, however, still very weak of spirit without the Ring, though its mere existence empowered him.When he was driven from Dol Guldur, Sauron's physical presence was great, and more than enough to carry him in secret to Mordor. Throughout the LotR, he was reffered to constantly as the 'lidless eye'. This is not without reason, mind you. His body as weak as it was, Sauron could more than easily abandon it, allowing his spirit to be unhindered by the corporeal form, and allowing his spirit to see farther deeper than it otherwise could. The most efficient form in doing this was to become a great and lidless eye. However, a great misconception is that he was a huge eye wreathed in flame sitting on the top of Barad-dur. That was not so. He was located in a high room within the pinnacle of the Barad-dur, a room with one window, which looked out directly upon Orodruin. Within the room was his body which he had long labored to build, the Palantir with which he communicated to his servants, And of course, the nine Rings of the Nazgul. With these Rings he increased yet more in power, and it is likely that he wore one upon each of his nine fingers. For his body was not just a random body being made from scratch. No, because he did not have the power to do that. Rather he was rebuilding his body as it was when he lost the Ring. Therefore he had only nine fingers upon his hand, and conveniently he also had the nine Rings o his servants. It is also known that he had at least a few of the Rings of the Dwarves, and he more than likely drew the power that he had placed into them back out, and used them to increse his strength even more. He did not draw the power from the nine Rings of Men because he would then destroy his precious Nazgul, and besides, he only needed to wear the Rings to have there power.
So picture him thus: His body rebuilt as it was in the Last Alliance, save missing one finger. He had similar armour to what he was wearing before, and, in fact, probably the same helmet. Upon each of his remaining fingers he wore one of the nine rings of men, and in his hands he held his great mace. Through his armour a great stench arose, do to is burning flesh, and his armour was noticeably redder in color than it should be, as a result of the heat. In the sockets of his eyes flared two great eyes, each wreathed in fire, and with such a piercing glance that one mere look could almost drive a mortal man insane. Indeed, the stare contained such heat and power that one under such a glance would feel as if he were on fire. Each step he took was an earthquake, each breath he took was a whirlwind, and each word he spoke was as a bolt of lightning. From within his mouth and nostrals eminates a pale glow, as if each were about to explode in a torrent of fire and death. The aura of his presence was of standing amid a graveyard whose inhabitants rise from their graves and attack you, full of fear and malice of unknown years, of power so immeasurable that one is overwhelmed with a need to smite himself just to end the pain. His every thought seemed to take being, his every whim a command to his servants. To deny would be to endure an eternity of pain and suffering, yet to follow would be the same. Such power of will he had that when his will is bent upon something, that thing crumbled into dust and burst into flame. A blow from his mace meant a surge of suffering and agony greater than any could imagine, a mix of fire and ice and thunder and death unlike any that has ever been known before. To match his will was not possible, rather to try would be certain destruction. None could survive his onslaught, none could withstand his strength and seming omnipotence. When his mace would make contact with a weapon of another, that wheapon would shatter and its wielder be broken. Only a God would have the strength to oppose him, only a God would have the strength to match him. A Hero, perhaps; but only for a short time. To win was not an option. Merely to live was the goal of all who come face to face with his likeness.
Okay, so maybe I got a little carried away with the picture, but you get the point. 😄