Chapter II: Sauron's Plot

Sauron stood at a window, looking out at Mordor. Smoke and lave flew out of Mount Doom, splattering the ground near it. Orcs worked in the trenches near Barad-Dur, making armor and weapons. The Eye of Sauron on the top of Barad-Dur shone across the land, looking for intruders.

He turned around as he heard footsteps. The door across the room opened and Gorthaur came in, wearing a black robe and carrying his staff in his right hand.

Gorthaur stopped and bowed in front of Sauron. "Master, I have good news."

"Rise," Sauron said, and Gorthaur did so. "What sort of news do you bring, my apprentice?"

"Good news, my Lord. Gandalf, Sam, Merry and Pippin have reached Minas Tirith, and have reunited with Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn, who has become King of Gondor, along with his wife, Queen Arwen."

Sauron's emotions were concealed behind the helmet he was wearing, but Gorthaur could tell he was pleased.

"How do you know this?"

"I have seen it," Gorthaur replied, turning his head toward the Palantiar.

Sauron walked towards the Palantiar, raised his hand over it and concentrated. Looking at the Seeing Stone, he saw Gandalf, Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Sam, Gimli, Arwen and Aragorn in a room, talking. The vision vanished and he turned to Gorthaur.

"Excellent. You have done well, Lord Gorthaur."

"What are you going to do to them, my master?"

"We shall attack the White City immediately. Send the Nazgul; they will know what to do."

Gorthaur turned to leave. Stopping at the door, he said,

"There is one more thing. Merry has become a werewolf."

"A werewolf? Excellent; I haven't seen a werewolf since Draugluin. Tell the Nazgul to capture him and bring him here. He would make a good ally."

Gorthaur nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. He went to Minas Morgul and saw the Nazgul. "Lord Sauron has a job for you."

The Witch King hissed. "What is Sauron's bidding?"

"He wants you to attack the White City at once."

The Witch King drew a breath. "So soon? It must be an ambush." He turned to the other Nazgul. "We have work to do."

They got on their dragons and flew out into the night, heading for Minas Tirith.