Written for OAA prompt "Moment"
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Tolkien owns everyone of them. And I'll gladly let him keep the narrator of this story :-)
A/N: After writing the first part of this story I've had my revenge on the Mouth, but after a while I realized, that I made the same mistake (and I think it's a mistake) as was made in the movie. The Mouth of Sauron acted as a messenger, and it was not honourable to kill him, despite his manners, and despite my need for revenge. Aragorn wouldn't do such a thing, I think. And so I considered what to do with the story. Instead of deleting it, I decided to take the challenge, and correct the mistake. This in not movie-verse anymore, it's a connection of the scene in the movie and in the book. If the Mouth of Sauron shall be killed by Aragorn's hand, then it will be in a fair fight! (there will be one more chapter)
You wou-......
Ah. For a moment I've had the feeling that you would… The look in your eyes… You almost scared me. Almost, Worm. Almost! Nobody scares the Mouth of Sauron the Great: me, his most trusted Lieutenant…
You almost fooled me. For a moment I thought that I saw my death in your eyes. Yes, you meant it… but you are not strong enough! I knew it for the whole time: you are a weakling, just like is weak the army that you have brought to the Black Gate.
I would do it, you know. I would kill you, wouldn't the wizard watch me as if he knew… I would kill you and obliterate the offense that you are to the Númenorean race! But you? You wouldn't kill a child. You wouldn't kill a woman. You wouldn't kill a messenger. You call that honour. I call it weakness!
You wanted to kill me. You almost raised that shattered sword of yours. For that short moment I almost believed you, and my thoughts froze. How strange… But your sword didn't fall, and when I looked into your eyes again, I saw the struggle of your honour against your desire. And I knew that I was right. You wouldn't dare! You disgust me!
I would kill you, but the wizard is watching, and I don't know what he hides behind his very thoughts. And so I spit before your feet, and turn back, to the Black Gate, and to the army waiting behind it. Soon we will meet again. And I, I would dare!