"Do not fail me again." the voice of Sauron hissed. I bowed my head, the eye burning its self into my head and into my very mind. "Yes father." I apologized. He struck me across the face. "Apologies are for the weak." he hissed at me. I closed my eyes tight trying to rid the image of my father's eye from my mind but it only bore deeper. "You will go with Grima Wormtoungue to Rohan." he ordered. I looked up to him once more. "As you wish father." I said bowing then turned to leave. "Do not fail me again, Sahrine." He boomed. I ran out of the room fearing his wrath. I found my horse quickly and jumped on. "ride fast. Ride quick. To Rohan we go." I told him and he took off fast as lightning its self. "We can't fail him again nagin." I told him as he galloped as fast as he could. We arrived at Rohan in 2 days time.
I let my self in to the castle and found Grima siting next to the old king. "Who are you?" he asked me. "my father the master of your master has sent me." I said. His eyes widened. "Your highness." he said bowing to me. I walked up and sat next to the king. As two people a woman and a man walked in side. "Uncle, your son." the man started to say. "Uncle your son has died." the woman continued. But the king's eyes remained blank. "Will you not go to him?" the woman asked. I lowered my eyes I never wanted this war to begin, but yet it has. I did not bother listening to the conversation. I did not care. The man was banished and the woman wept that was all that had happened.
The king stared blankly at me. "you know I don't want to be here." I told him knowing he knew not what I said. "But I had failed father and I can't do so again. So here I am... If you ever really wake up please find it in yourself to forgive me. I like this no more than you do." I told him. I sat there all day just talking to him... or myself really.