The Mouth of Sauron waits upon his Master.
The Black Númenórean climbs the long stairway to the Throne Room of the Dark Lord. As he mounts the top step he feels a shiver of fear run through his body.
The Dark Lord had called him to the throne room for a private audience… it can mean only one thing… promotion or death.
This Nameless Sorcerer was once a man, but now he has grown, he more than a man, long of life and filled by the dark will of his Master.
The throne room of the Dark Lord sits at at the pinnacle of Barad-dûr… the convergence of the will of Sauron… the black heart and malefic mind of Mordor.
The Mouth of Sauron, the emissary of the Dark Lord stood waiting, above him was the Chamber of Fire that feeds the flames and shadow of the great Eye of Sauron. The Well of the Eye sits upon the top most tier of Barad-dûr… wreathed in flame and ever watchful. The dark servant of shadow felt the coming of his Master… darkness grew, the throne room was filled with a presence so strong it burned the skin of those who stood near it. The shadow form of Sauron descended unto his throne. A shaded form in man shape, but larger. Sauron could no longer take material form. Without the power of the Ring, he was but a a wavering shadow, though filled with a Dark Power.
The Dark Lord spoke with a base guttural and disembodied voice, though the sound was not fair to listen to, it spoke with a subtle intelligence and a vast power of persuasion. The Dark Lord’s words filled the nameless sorcerer’s mind with a vision of things to come. If he was able to do his Master’s bidding as commanded, then he would be rewarded with great wealth and power. In fact he would be chosen as the Overseer of Orthanc with the power to govern all the lands North and West of the Isen under the guiding hand of his Master. Sauron expected his servant to bind all the wild men of the East and South to him by means of promises, fear and deceit to swell the armies of Mordor.
The final war is coming… the hammer stroke prepared… the Dark Power was moving the chess pieces into place for the final assault on the West.
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