The Revenge of Mordor Part III: The War of Mordor
The Sequel to The Revenge of Mordor Part II: The Quest to Mordor
A Lord of the Rings fanfic by TheChuckinator
Chapter I: The Revenge of Mordor
Mount Doom erupted violently, sending flame and smoke across the land. The sky grew dark as thunder echoed loudly. Flashes of lightning lit up the sky as the storm continued. At the tower of Barad-Dur, Sauron stood on the balcony, his eyes scanning for intruders. He showed no emotion as his face was concealed behind his helmet. Footsteps approached as his apprentice, Gorthaur, stood beside him.
"What news do you bring, my apprentice?" Sauron asked.
Gorthaur cleared his throat. "My Lord, the other day Cirith Ungol was captured. Every Orc in the fortress is dead."
Sauron turned to face him. "What? Who would dare to attack the fortress?"
"My palantir tells me that it was Gandalf, Aragorn, Gimli, Pippin and Sam. They have ventured into Mordor and killed your Balrog, Gothmog. Now, as we speak, they are planning an attack on Barad-Dur."
A hiss of anger came from the Dark Lord. "So, they intend to start a war. Well, if it is war they want, it is war they shall get." Sauron turned and walked inside, looking down at the palantir. In it, he could see Gandalf and Aragorn talking about freeing Frodo from Sauron's control. He whirled around and glared at Gorthaur.
"You speak the truth, Gorthaur. They are at Cirith Ungol; how they captured it, I am not sure."
"What did you see?"
"They are plotting to free you from my control."
Gorthaur's eyes widened. "That shall never happen; I have no wish for them to free me. I am at your command, Master."
Sauron grinned. "Good. You have been a faithful servant, and I have no intention of freeing you."
"You still have much to teach me about the Dark Arts."
"You have much potential, and I have seen what you can do. Now, I want you to go tell the Nazgul to attack them. Also, send in the Spirits of Mordor."
Gorthaur frowned. "An ambush? We tried that last time; are you sure it will work?"
Sauron sneered evilly. "A good point; our last ambush on them failed." he frowned in concentration. "I'll add a bonus...if the Nazgul fail again, send in the werewolf."
"Merry?"
"Now that one of their friends is a werewolf under my control, they will be distracted. Our plan will work, I assure you. Now go!"
Gorthaur bowed and left the room, wondering if Sauron was right. If not, their plan to ambush Cirith Ungol would be futile. He went down a flight of stairs and into a room where the Nazgul were waiting. They bowed as he walked in.
"Rise," Gorthaur said, and they did so. "My master Sauron wants you to go to Cirith Ungol, which the Fellowship has captured. Take it back, do you understand?"
The Nazgul nodded, mounted their dragons and flew off toward Cirith Ungol, eager for battle.