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The Plateau of Gorgoroth was still under the clouds of Mordor. Near Mount Doom, where the tower of Barad-Dûr once stood, there was a small pile of ash. There was a large storm blowing through the rocky landscape, but the ash somehow stayed in place.
It seemed that part of a cloud broke away and started falling towards the ground. It stopped, hovering, in front of the ash. The cloud of black seemed to slightly solidify, so that crude features of a person could be seen, but it was not whole. One could only guess it was the appearance of Saruman, the White Wizard.
The cloud stretched out what looked like an arm over the ash. As it did so, the air around it seemed to whisper words of the Black Speech. Half of the cloud's arm swirled and went towards the ash. It turned around it in the shape of a twister, and dots of ash could be seen flying around inside it. The cloud put its arm back down as the words in the air got louder. The Saruman-shaped cloud dissolved into the ground.
The twister got faster and the air got louder, until there was a fiery flash that was seen all through Mordor. When it stopped the ash and the swirling mist had disappeared. Then, ash rose out of the ground. It seemed to get higher and higher, as if it was building itself, until it made something like the shape of a person. When it stopped, features started appearing, and it appeared the shape was a suit of strange armour. When it stopped, it revealed a figure twice as tall as any man, with a black cape connected to the neck. On the helmet, five spikes rose above the top, one at the front and two on each side.
The armour of Sauron stood there, lifeless, as the Saruman-cloud appeared again and went inside it. For a while it was still. Then the body jerked and twitched, as if it was coming to life. It fell on its knees, holding it up with its hands, then fell. It remained still as a dark glow came from the eye holes. It stood up with its head held high and let out a roar. Sauron had returned.
The resurrected Dark Lord walked about where his tower had once stood. He could no longer re-build it, now that his ring was destroyed. But he didn't need the ring now. He was much more powerful. He stood in the very centre of where his tower used to be and looked down at the ground.
"Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul!"
His voice was cold and hard and struck fear into the heart of every living thing. Luckily the servants he was bringing back weren't living. Nine shapes suddenly rose from pools in the ground. They were kneeling with their heads bowed. There was one in the centre and four on either side. All of them were covered in black robes which were slightly ripped at the bottom. The Nazgûl, the Nine Servants of Sauron, had been brought back to serve their master once again.
"My servants," said Sauron, "I have brought you back for the purpose you were made for. We have returned to this world and we shall stay here. You served me well during my old reign; I hope you will do the same in my new one. However, there was one of you who failed me."
He stood over the one in the middle: the Witch-King of Angmar. "My lord," he responded in his soft fell voice, "I'm sorry I failed you."
"That is not good enough! You fell at the hand of a woman. A woman! And one from that barn-country Rohan. I never thought you could be so disappointing. But, you are my captain, and I don't wish to lose you. But if you fail me again, you will suffer."
"Thank you, my lord."
"Now, we must prepare for when we make our first move. I will now give you your first mission. To rule Middle-Earth I will need an army."
"How will you make one?"
"The same way my master did." If Sauron's face could be seen, he would be grinning. "There is an elvish settlement near here, in the woods of Ithilien. Five of you will go into the mountains and find beasts for your mounts. The rest of you: find me that settlement. Now, here are your weapons."
He moved his hand over the ground and nine sheaths appeared with swords in them. Beside each of them was a dagger: Morgul-blades. The Nazgûl took one sword and one dagger each.
"Now carry out your tasks. If you wish you may reclaim Minas Morgul. When you do so is your choice. Now, I have my own work to do."
The Ringwraiths turned around and walked away to do their master's bidding, while Sauron went to Mount Doom. There he forged a mace, the same as his previous one, but hidden inside the hilt was a sword which could be drawn out.
When he returned four of the Nazgûl had returned, having found Legolas' in Ithilien. An hour later, the other five returned with nine black horses and nine Fell Beasts. They were all prepared.
"We must move quickly," said Sauron. "This world will soon know of our presence and fear it. The time has come for my revenge!"
He's back! They're back! Who's back next? I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter, even if it was a bit boring. But the next one will be better. Also, if you'd like the Mouth of Sauron to be in the story tell me in a review. Give a rating out of 5 for the prequel, The Essence of Saruman, too if you've read it. (1's low rating, 5's high rating.) See you soon!