A/N—J.R.R. Tolkien owns this. I don't.
Summary: AU universe story-Something in the East awakens...
A Stir In The East
Ash nazg durbatuluk...
The brilliant midsummer moon vanished suddenly, eclipsed by the dark clouds that sped across the sky, merging into a black shroud. The fires in every hearth died, the embers smoking briefly before the very embers faded.
Ash nazg gimbatul...
The ruins of Mordor shivered, rubble shifting, ash and dust rising, hanging over the debris. Faint rivulets of glowing lava sparked against the cold rock of Orodruin, and then were extinguished by the gloomy clouds.
Ash nazg thrakatuluk...
The gates of Minas Morgul swung inward as if thrown back by the hand of Sauron himself, and a chill breath seemed to suck in the life of the world. For an instant, the moon peered out of the clouds, and the water glinted and shimmered in its light. Wind rushed over the grass, heading for the looming gates, and then the world froze, the water drained away, the wind silent, all signs of light gone.
Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul...
In the Morgul Vale—hidden by the darkness that would not have skittered away even if there had been a moon to make the attempt—the small, pale flowers on the rocky floor opened.