Chapter 11: The Attack on Edoras

When Robert awoke the next morning, he quickly ate his breakfast before Menelleth joined him.

"Good morning to you, Robert," she said with a smile.

"Good morning," replied the young man as she took a seat at the table and began to eat.

"I think that I should tell you a bit more about my family," stated Brennil, who paused before continuing, "I've already told you that I'm from Valinor. My father was an elf and my mother a Maia. I have two brothers, one sister and seven cousins that still dwell in the Blessed Realm. I'm the only one of my kinfolk that has left that land."

"You're family is almost as large as mine. I have two brothers and four sisters. They live abroad and I haven't seen them in such a long time. I don't think that I'll ever see them again," Robert said softly.

"If you succeed in your task, perhaps the Valar will allow you to return to your world," suggested Menelleth in a gentle tone.

"You have faced Morgoth face to face before, haven't you?" asked the young man.

"Yes, and let me tell you, you would be better off never meeting him because the Dark Enemy is fearsome. I will not even describe the things that he's capable of doing," responded the half-elf gravely.

"I've already met him in my dreams," whispered Robert. "Do you know what kind of skills Galadriel is going to teach me?" he queried, changing the topic of conversation, much to Menelleth's relief.

"It probably has something to do with closing your mind to Sauron, so he cannot invade your mind at will," suggested the woman.

"Galadriel told you about the connection between that bastard and me?" questioned the secret agent.

"She has only told me that Sauron was poisoning your mind," answered Menelleth softly, as their eyes locked.

"I'll tell you what he's done to me." Robert paused and took a deep breath. "The Dark Lord's mind is connected with mine and he has bestowed half of his former strength unto me," he revealed sadly.

"You have never told me that," replied a shocked Menelleth. "Why would Sauron do such a thing?" she asked.

"He wants me. He spends a great deal of time thinking about me. Everything that has happened, it's all a part of his evil plot," explained the ex-CIA agent, before telling her the tale from the beginning.

Menelleth listened with great interest. She never interrupted him while he was speaking, not even to ask questions. Robert was grateful for that because he wasn't in the mood to give tiresome explanations about things that exist on Earth in the 21st century.

"The appointed hour of doom is drawing dangerously close. Your words have enlightened me and I now see things clearer. I still don't understand why Sauron is acting strangely," said the baffled half-elf softly.

"That son of bitch wants to bring his Master back from the Void and he doesn't have much time. Morgoth has granted him eight months to achieve his goal," answered the ex-CIA agent.

"What will happen if the Dark Lord fails?" inquired a curious Menelleth.

"Morgoth will bring Sauron into the Void," responded Robert with a grin. The thought of being able to get rid of his enemy once and for all made him happy.

The half-elf didn't say anything else. After she finished her breakfast, they went for a walk into the woods.

Meanwhile, one of the messengers had reached the White Mountains. He dismounted from his horse and quickly went into the caverns.

"Who are you and what do you want?" asked Faramir, who intercepted the Lórien elf.

"I've been sent by Celeborn, Lord of Lothlórien, with a message for Denethor, Steward of Gondor," answered the elf.

Denethor overheard his son and soon approached the pair.

"Father, this elf says that he has a message for you from the Lord of the Golden Wood," announced the young Captain.

"What is it?" asked the Steward, as his grey eyes studied the messenger intently.

"My Lord has sent me to tell you that Saruman is about to unleash his armies on Edoras, which will bring Rohan to ruin, just as Sauron has done with your own city. Something 'huge' is about to happen," replied the elf, having now delivered the message.

"Morgoth," murmured the Steward under his breath when he heard the news.

The elf nodded, having heard the name that Denethor uttered.

"Another messenger has been sent to Théoden to warn him about the upcoming battle. And I have to tell you, Rohan won't stand long against eighty thousand men," said the elf gravely.

"We would come to Rohan's aid if the Balrogs weren't occupying Minas Tirith," declared the Steward.

"You would rather stay hidden in your caves while Mankind is destroyed by the enemy?" shouted the elf. "You will have no place to call home, no kingdom to rule."

The Steward remained silent for a while, considering his options, which were few. When he reached his decision, he spoke once again.

"Let us muster the soldiers of Gondor and aid our friends and allies in Rohan in their fight against the enemy," proclaimed Denethor firmly. "Send word to Théoden, inform him that Gondor has not forgotten their ancient friendship," he instructed the elf.

The elf nodded his head and quickly left the cave. He mounted his steed and took off in the direction of Rohan.

"Faramir, gather the armies. We have a long journey ahead of us, and we must be prepared to fight the forces of Isengard," ordered Denethor.

"What about our people, my Lord? They won't be able to defend themselves against the Balrogs should they discover the caverns. We must not leave them unprotected," said the young Captain with concern.

"You may choose twenty men to remain behind to guard the people. Now, we must prepare to depart," declared the Steward.

"It will be done as you wish, my Lord," replied his youngest son.

Faramir left his father and busied himself by gathering his men. He selected twenty of them to remain in the caves in order to ensure the people's security.

Meanwhile, the fallen Nazgûls had finally reached Minas Morgul. Sauron had seen them in his palantír and summoned them to Barad-dûr. They arrived a few hours later and bowed deeply before him.

"I have new instructions for you. I want you to search for Morgul in the wilderness and escort him to Mordor," commanded the evil Maia.

"But Master, we no longer have our horses. How will we complete your request without them?" asked the second in command.

"I have the solution to that," replied Sauron in a ruthless voice.

With a snap of his fingers, eight of the strangest creatures appeared. They were part horse, part eagle. From the front, they had the head and front legs of a horse and at the rear; they had the paws and body of an eagle. The feathers were grayish-white and blended with the horsehair. Each beast had been prepared to be mounted by a rider.

"What are those creatures, Master?" asked a puzzled Nazgûl.

"Those are hippogriffs and your new mounts," announced the Dark Lord.

"Thank you for your generous gift, Master," replied another Wraith.

Sauron did not reply. He was deep in his own thoughts. The Nazgûls bowed to their Lord before climbing into the saddle. The monsters soared into the air, carrying them away from Mordor.

The Dark Lord then began chanting in the Black Speech, having decided that it was time to move to the next stage of his plan. He was casting a revival spell. Thousands of fell legions of beasts began to rise from the earth in Mordor. There were Orcs, trolls, werewolves, wargs, harpies, Watchers, giant spiders, griffins, Uruk-Hai and dragons.

'Excellent! Now for the last two legions,' thought the evil Maia when he saw the numerous monsters. He resumed his chanting in the dark tongue and soon a vast army of lizard men appeared from nowhere. Sauron continued casting his magical spell until a legion of huge scorpions joined his forces.

The Dark Lord wore a wicked grin of satisfaction behind his porcelain mask as his eyes scanned the land. He was proud of his accomplishments. He inhaled the air deeply, in preparation of addressing his massive armies.

"Today will be remembered as the day when I gained complete supremacy of the mortal lands. And know that soon we will have the additional strength of the Lord of the World, and together we shall rule all of Middle-earth with an iron fist. None will stand in our way, whether they are elf, man or other vermin folk." The Maia paused and looked at his people proudly before continuing, "You will feast on their flesh! Our victory is imminent."

His armies roared with satisfaction as Sauron retreated to his chambers. The Maia sat on his throne, laughing evilly. He was delighted to see that everything was going as expected.

Meanwhile back in Lórien, Robert was having his first lesson with Galadriel. The Lady was teaching him how to close his mind to the Dark Lord. Once she determined that he has mastered this skill, she'll teach him more magic's that will be helpful to the young man in the future.

"Is it really necessary for me to learn this skill, Milady?" inquired the ex-CIA agent.

"Yes, it's the only way to prevent Sauron from discovering your deepest thoughts," replied Galadriel softly.

The young man found the lesson difficult. The Lady of Light was able to penetrate his mind every time. No matter how hard Robert concentrated, he was unable to stop her.

"I'm glad you're not the enemy, otherwise you would've learned a lot from me," commented Robert.

The Elven Queen laughed heartily when she heard his words. Her laugh was both beautiful and melodious to the ears.

"Let us start from the beginning again," she said gently.

While Robert and Galadriel continued to practice, Boromir, Aragorn, Merry, Pippin and Sam duelled with Menelleth in order to test her skill with a sword. They were all impressed by her ability to handle the weapon and could see that she was an able warrior. As they continued their swordplay, they were soon joined by Gimli, who thought it was a good idea to get in a little practice with his axe.

The Nazgûls searched for their Chieftain from the sky. It took them a whole month to find him.

"It's good to see you again, Morgul," said the second in command once they landed.

"It is not reciprocated," replied the Witch-King sharply.

"What have we done to deserve your anger?" queried one of the Black Riders.

"Since your pea size brains are unable to understand, I will tell you. While you have been enjoying your freedom, I found myself in one perilous situation after another. My actions are worthy of great reward from the Master unlike you incompetents!" shouted the furious Nazgûl Lord.

"It's not our fault that the Watcher drowned us in the lake," protested Khamûl.

"We have spent the past month searching for you at the request of our Master. He has ordered that we bring you back to Mordor," stated another Wraith, ending the argument once and for all.

"It appears that you have been lucky for once. What are those creatures?" asked the Witch-King, his eyes burning with an intense fury.

"They are hippogriffs, a gift to us from our Master," responded Khamûl.

"Now, take me to Him," commanded Morgul.

The second in command had let him climb behind him and they took to the air once again. Four days later, the Wraiths reached Barad-dûr. They left the Witch-King there to deal with Sauron alone, as they returned to Minas Morgul.

The powerful Wraith entered the fortress and climbed the stairs to the summit. He found the Dark Lord on his high seat in his vast throne room. Sauron was unaware of the Nazgûl Lord's presence, as he was deep in thought. Morgul approached him and bowed before the evil Maia.

"I'm glad to see that your brethren have successfully fulfilled their task for once," said Sauron after he came out of his reverie.

"Why have you not punished them like you said, Master?" questioned a confused Witch-King.

"The end is drawing near, Morgul. It is unwise to sacrifice my most trusted servants when I need them at my side." He paused. "Follow me," he added.

The Dark Lord got to his feet, went downstairs and led the Wraith to the entrance of the cave at the base of Ephel Duath. When they went inside, the Nazgûl Lord noticed a huge blue form in the middle of the chamber, a Blue Dragon.

The Witch-King let out a gasp of fear when he saw the beast.

"Do not worry. This creature will not attack you," said the evil Maia, when he saw Morgul's reaction.

"Forgive me, Master. I do not trust those beasts since my experience with the Red Dragon in Moria," apologized the powerful Wraith.

The Blue Dragon awoke at the sound of their voices and let out a sonorous roar. The Witch-King was frightened by the creature and backed away until the wall stopped him. The Dark Lord approached the beast and caressed its neck. The dragon immediately relaxed, much to Morgul's surprise. He decided to confront his fear and cautiously he approached the animal.

"This species of dragon does not spit fire but electric blasts," explained Sauron.

The evil Maia motioned for the Witch-King to come closer to the creature. The Wraith took a deep breath and approached the massive beast. He was relieved that it didn't attack him. The Nazgûl stretched out his arm and touched the dragon as it turned and faced him. Their eyes locked on one another.

The dragon allowed the Wraith to touch its heavy scales.

"This is my gift to you, Morgul," declared Sauron.

"Thank you, Master," said the Wraith.

"I have judged that you were worthy of receiving this glorious reward for all that you have done while your brethren were stuck in the Shadow World," stated the Dark Lord.

The Witch-King nodded in agreement. He readied his beast, climbed in the saddle and left the cavern. The creature took flight as Sauron returned to his tower.

The powerful Wraith rejoined his brethren shortly thereafter.

"We have new orders from the Master," declared Morgul. "He wants us to capture Fraser at Rauros Falls."

"We can seize him before then with the aid of our new steeds," commented the second in command.

"The Master's orders are not a matter of debate, Khamûl,'' hissed the Nazgûl Lord callously.

"It was just a suggestion, my Lord," replied the Wraith.

"We will do as the Master has instructed, so toe the line!" retorted the Witch-King sharply.

Khamûl fumed in silence, his eyes glowed with an intense crimson light as they flew in the direction of Rauros Falls.

The messenger sent by Celeborn had finally reached Edoras. He was being led to Meduseld to seek an audience with King Théoden. The elf was granted permission and entered the Golden Hall. He bowed before the King.

"Hail to you, Théoden, King of Rohan, and Lord of the Mark. I have been sent from Lórien with a message from Lord Celeborn," announced the messenger.

"What is it?" asked Théoden with great interest.

"Saruman in preparing to unleash his armies on Rohan. He will bring it to ruin as Sauron has done to Minas Tirith," revealed the elf.

"He can come. We will welcome him properly. He will get what he deserves," stated the King firmly.

"You do not have enough men! Saruman's armies are eighty thousand strong, and they are marching towards Rohan as we speak," replied the messenger.

At that moment, the messenger that Denethor had sent arrived at Meduseld bearing the news of the Steward.

"King Théoden, I'm here to tell you that Gondor will aid you in battle," he proclaimed.

"Who sent you?" queried the Lord of the Mark.

"Denethor, Steward of Gondor. He sent me to inform you that he will send what able bodied men he has available," answered the elf gravely.

"Thanks to you both for delivering the messages. Please let Lord Celeborn know that I have received his words and that I am grateful," declared Théoden.

The two messengers bowed before departing Rohan for Lórien. As they were riding, Sauron was watching the scene in his palantír and he was furious.

"You will fall just like Denethor and his folk, Théoden," exclaimed a fuming Dark Lord as he made his way to his study. He decided that it was time to do something to prevent the King from defeating the forces of Isengard. When he entered the room, he glanced at a couple of books before chanting in the Black Speech. His spell was so powerful that the King of Rohan fell into a dark enchanting sleep while sitting upon his golden seat. The Dark Lord laughed wickedly when he saw that his spell was successful. He then left his study.

The armies of Gondor left the White Mountains' caverns and began the trek towards Rohan. They were led by both Faramir and his father. They saw the ruins of the White City, reduced to nothing but ash. The Balrogs had returned to Mordor since they carried out their Master's wishes.

Saruman had woke and was finally ready to start the next part of his plan. He crawled out of bed, grabbed his staff, and then went out on the balcony of Orthanc to deliver his speech to his armies.

They were already assembled, waiting for their Lord. The corrupt wizard raised his hand until all fell silent.

"The time is now upon you to burn Edoras to ash and bring about the downfall of Rohan! Show no mercy to the soldiers or their ruler because they deserve none! Capture the children, women and old men, for they will be the slaves of the great Lord of the World! Now, go to battle and make me proud!" declared Saruman, before his troops started marching towards Edoras.

Éowyn had just discovered her sleeping uncle and was trying to wake him. After several attempts, the lady gave up and went to search for her brother. She found Éomer saddling his horse. The Rohirrim had been called to arms and all were gathering at the capital.

"I don't know what to do. Our beloved King has fallen asleep and I'm unable to wake him," she said in a quivering voice. Éowyn was very concerned for her uncle's well-being.

Éomer quickly followed her and tried to wake Théoden by using athelas, but it failed.

"This has to be some trick of Saruman's because this herb has not lost its medicinal virtues," said the worried Third Marshal of the Riddermark.

"Lord Éomer. Our scouts report that Saruman's armies are on the march. What shall we do?" asked one of the Éomer's fellow soldiers.

"The King is in a bad state and cannot make any decisions. Everybody will get their orders from me," said the ruler's nephew confidently. "Do not worry about Théoden, Éowyn will tend to him," he added reassuringly to the worried soldier.

"I want to fight the enemy," said the Princess defiantly.

Éomer looked at her with affection. "Our uncle needs you, Éowyn." He was ever the overprotective brother. "Who will guide our people if we are both slain in battle?" he queried tenderly.

"I will take care of him until the Golden Hall is attacked. If the enemy breaks our defenses, I will not let them slay our Lord and uncle," she replied with an air finality in her voice.

"I know you will. It brings me comfort knowing that you'll be by his side," commented Éomer as he took her hands into his.

The Third Marshal kissed his sister before making the final preparations for the upcoming battle. The woman remained with the King.

When Robert finished his lesson with Galadriel, he walked through the woods and rejoined Menelleth. He found the half-elf leaning against a tree trunk in a small clearing, deep in thought.

His gaze lingered on Brennil. She was the fairest woman he had ever seen in his whole life and none on Earth could compare to her beauty. As the American approached her, he felt that he had found the woman of his dreams.

With a smile on his young face, he sat on the ground next to Menelleth.

"This place is wonderful, isn't it?" he asked softly.

The half-elf was startled by his words; she hadn't notice his presence.

"Indeed, it is. This is my favourite spot to come to when I want to be alone," she replied.

"You are fairer than anything in this wood," blurted out the young man.

Menelleth laughed when she heard his words.

"You know how to touch the heart, my dear. Do you say that to all the maidens?" she queried teasingly.

"No, only you," answered the American in the same tone.

"How are the lessons going with the Lady?" asked Menelleth in a light voice.

"It's very difficult but Galadriel is very patient, and to tell you the truth, she's a good teacher," replied the secret agent softly.

"I'm sure you will master it one day," said Brennil.

The young man stretched out his legs. Shortly thereafter, the half-elf put her hand on Robert's knee, he did the same. The ended up spending the rest of the day together.

The people who lived in the villages far from Edoras were the first ones who were attacked. The forces of Isengard burned everything in their path with the torches they carried. People ran from their homes only to see them set ablaze minutes later. The creatures were bearing Saruman's new emblem - a black hand with silver in the middle.

Éomer positioned the Eorlingas twenty miles outside of Edoras in an attempt to protect the city. One éored was stationed in the middle while the other two were situated a little further east and west. This way they would be able to attack their foes with more efficacy.

Saruman's armies walked day and night, some rode on the backs of the wargs. It took them three weeks to reach the outskirts of Edoras. That's when Éomer ordered the attack, and the Rohirrim struck first against the leagues of Isengard. Spears were thrown with deadly accuracy and pierced many of the enemy. The sound of swordplay echoed throughout the area. There was too many of the enemy and Éomer did not no how long the Eorlingas would last.

Denethor and his men arrived a week later and that's when the battle turned to Rohan's advantage. The Steward ordered his men to attack the beasts from the rear, catching them off guard. They never expected Gondor to come to the aid of the Horse Masters. The Orcs' throats were slit by the experienced Gondorian warriors as the Rohirrim slaughtered the wargs by cutting their heads off. The Uruk-Hai fought fiercely and were harder to kill than the Orcs.

There were times when several of the Rohirrim and Gondorian soldiers would fall, but much more of the enemy were slain. Rank after rank of the enemy fell. The valiant men had the upper hand and Éomer decided to take advantage of this situation by charging the enemy. His herald sounded his horn and the Calvary charged their foes.

The battle was long and pools of blood formed on the ground as the Uruk-Hai were slaughtered. Éomer's troops were forced to retreat a couple of miles when the enemy led their own charge against them.

"We have to make sure that those creatures do not reach the city!" ordered the Marshal.

"Where is Théoden?" asked Denethor.

"He has fallen into an unexplainable dark slumber. My sister is tending to him in Meduseld," responded Éomer as he slashed another Uruk-Hai throat with his sword. The creature let out a painful cry before falling lifelessly to the ground. Éomer turned his attention to another one and resumed fight.

Both Faramir and Denethor were fighting the beasts with their own swords as hundreds of creatures descended upon them.

"Form the line! Rally to me! Sound the charge!" commanded Éomer.

Soon thereafter, the horn was blown and the Rohirrim did as the King's nephew instructed - they charged their adversaries once again. They began to attack the Uruk-Hai that had surrounded Faramir and Denethor, while the Lords of Gondor continued battling the enemy. The Eorlingas were making progress and hacked a pathway to the Steward and his son.

"Faramir, watch out!" yelled Éomer, as he came to the aid of the young Captain by slaying the beast behind him.

"Thank you. I did not see that creature," replied Faramir as he stuck is sword in another Uruk-Hai's throat. The only way to free his sword was by taking off the creatures head. Faramir watched as his father killed another beast.

Two of the creatures crept by their defenses and attempted to reach the city. They were met outside the gates by hidden soldiers.

"Two Uruk's have fled our circle," shouted one of the Eorlingas.

"Do not worry about them. I have men hidden at the gates to Edoras," announced the Marshal.

Everybody continued to fight the hordes of foes, determined to protect the city. Sauron watched all of it unfold in his palantír.

'Your armies are lamentable, Saruman,' said the Dark Lord cruelly.

'I've sent all that I had,' replied the corrupt wizard in a quivering voice.

'I wonder why I should keep you alive. When the Master comes back, I will tell Him about your incompetence and you will suffer His wrath!' hissed a furious Sauron.

'If it wasn't for me, you would never have brought about Minas Tirith's downfall,' countered Saruman.

'You lie! You had no part in what transpired in Gondor. Do you hear me? IT WAS MY DOING THAT BROUGHT THE WHITE CITY TO RUIN!' exclaimed the evil Maia in a malicious voice.

'Yes, I heard you. What do you want me to do?' asked a trembling Saruman.

'Send more legions into Rohan, you idiot!' barked the Dark Lord ruthlessly.

'My lands are emptied,' protested the corrupt wizard.

'Do not force me to do things myself,' growled the evil Maia.

'I've sent a legion of Trolls a week ago. I have no more forces in Isengard,' replied Saruman.

'Gondorian warriors are use to fighting those creatures,' fumed the Dark Lord.

'There are ten dragons amongst them,' disclosed the corrupt wizard.

'Excellent. They have never faced the Urulóki,' replied Sauron. He calmed down after hearing that bit of news.

'What about Théoden, O Sauron, Melkor's Lieutenant?' questioned the White Hand.

'Do not worry about the King. I have plunged him into a dark sleep to ensure that victory will be yours,' answered the Dark Lord.

'It has not stopped the Horse Lords from resisting our forces,' whispered Saruman.

'I know, I have seen it. I don't care if you loose the war in Rohan because nobody will survive against the mighty armies of Mordor,' replied Sauron sharply.

'I have no more armies to send upon my neighbour. What do you want me to do?" queried Saruman fearfully.

'Inform the Master that things are going as expected and that he will be free at the end of the sixth month. But do not tell him what is happening in Rohan,' replied the Dark Lord.

Sauron ended the conversation. He had heard enough from the corrupt wizard. He let out a deep sigh of frustration. The evil Maia placed his palantírír back on its base before returning to his throne. He sat there thinking about the next step of his evil scheme.

The White Hand gulped before using his staff to transport himself into the Void once again. He soon found himself standing before the Dark Enemy.

"What information do you want to tell me this time, Saruman?" inquired Morgoth coldly.

"I want to inform you that everything is going as expected with Sauron in Mordor, my Lord Melkor," immediately answered the White Hand, his voice trembling.

"That is good news," replied the evil Vala.

"Yes it is. Your lieutenant wanted me to tell you that you will be free at the end of the sixth month, Master," announced Saruman.

"He better do it for his own sake! I've already warned him what will happen if he fails me," declared Morgoth coolly.

"What will you do if he fails, Master?" queried the corrupt wizard.

"If Sauron does not fulfill his plan, his reward will be joining me in the Void," responded an emotionless Melkor.

Saruman gasped in fear when he heard his Master's response. He had never imagined that the evil Vala would do such a thing to his most trusted Chieftain. The thought alone frightened the White Hand to no end.

"Do you have anything else to tell me?" questioned Morgoth harshly.

"No, I have told you everything, my Lord," answered the corrupt wizard.

The audience with the evil Vala was over. Saruman bowed deeply before departing. The corrupt wizard arrived back in Orthanc and was relieved to know that the Lord of the World was ignorant of the situation in Rohan.

Robert had finally mastered the skill of preventing Galadriel from invading his mind. She was now teaching him how to use the enemy's powers.

When he was not practicing with the Lady, he spent his time in the woods with Menelleth. Their affection for each other had grown and they shared many passionate kisses. Robert enjoyed being with this woman more than anything else.

It was at this moment that Sauron turned his attention to the ex-spy. He was surprised when he found himself unable to penetrate the young man's mind. It was as if he had encountered an invisible barrier. Even though he could no longer hear the young man's thoughts, he could most definitely keep an eyes on his foe. The Dark Lord watched Robert and Menelleth in his vision stone. The display disgusted him.

The evil Main then turned his attention to the Nazgûls.

'Morgul, where are you now?' asked a sick Sauron.

'We are almost at Rauros Falls, ready to catch our prey, Master.' The Wraith paused. 'Are you alright?' he queried with concern.

'I'm going to vomit after witnessing what I had just seen in my palantír only a few moments ago,' responded the Dark Lord weakly. His skin was paler than usual. The evil Maia walked a few paces past his throne and emptied his stomach's contents on the floor.

'Master?' questioned the Witch-King, worried for Sauron's well-being.

'I want the half-elf too,' replied the Dark Lord in a barely audible tone.

'What do you want us to do with her?' asked Morgul.

'Bring her to Barad-dûr. I will take care of her… personally,' retorted the evil Maia coldly.

'It will be done as you wish, Master. I suggest that you drink some water and take a nap,' advised the powerful Wraith.

'Morgul… ' started Sauron again, before expelling the contents of his stomach, again, '…do your job and do not worry about me. I'll be fine,' he said coolly.

The Wraith pocketed his palantir as the Dark Lord returned his to its pedestal. He then vomited for a third time.

Sauron went to his bedchamber. He walked over to his night table and filled a goblet with water. He drank it before removing his gloves and porcelain mask. The Dark Lord undressed before crawling under his dark velvet blankets. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.