This one's mainly speaking. Text is mostly nicked from Tolkien. I couldn't
come up with anything like it.....
Chapter 15
"I am the Mouth of Sauron." The sinister man mounted on a black horse informed the company. They had now arrived outside the Black Gate. Faith looked on the man and shivered. She sensed his cruelty and the evil knowledge that he had in him. So not wanting to end up like that, she thought.
The messenger produced a short sword, grey cloak and a coat of mithril- mail. Faith wondered at the significance as Pippin gave a cry of grief. Obviously something I missed Faith noted.
"So you have yet another of these imps with you!" Cried the Messenger. "What use you find of them I cannot guess; but to send them as spies into Mordor is beyond even your accustomed folly. Still, I thank him, for it is plain that this brat at least has seen these tokens before, and it would be vain for you to deny them now."
"I do not wish to deny them," answered Gandalf. "Indeed, I know them all and all their history, and despite your scorn, foul Mouth of Sauron, you cannot say as much. But why do you bring them here?"
"Dwarf-coat, elf-cloak, blade of the downfallen West, and spy from the little rat-land of the Shire - nay, do not start! We know it well - here are the marks of a conspiracy. Now, maybe he that bore these things was a creature that you would not grieve to lose, and maybe otherwise: one dear to you perhaps? If so, take swift counsel with what little wit is left to you. For Sauron does not love spies, and what his fate shall be depends now on your choice."
Nobody answered him, and he saw the looks of fear and horror in their eyes. He laughed before speaking again. "He was dear to you I see. Or else his errand was one that you did not wish to fail? It has. And now he shall endure the slow torment of years and never be released, unless maybe when he is changed and broken, so that you shall see what you have done. This shall surely be unless you accept my Lord's terms."
"Name the terms." Gandalf spoke steadily, but Faith noticed that he seemed older as though defeated at last. She wondered whether he would accept.
"These are the terms," The Messenger smiled as he glanced at each one. "The rabble of Gondor and its deluded allies shall withdraw at once beyond the Anduin, first taking oaths never again to assail Sauron the Great in arms, open or secret. All lands east of the Anduin shall be Sauron's for ever solely. West of the Anduin as far as the Misty Mountains and the Gap of Rohan shall be tributary to Mordor, and men shall bear no weapons, but shall have leave to govern their own affairs. But they shall help to rebuild Isengard which they have wantonly destroyed, and that shall be Sauron's, and there his lieutenant shall dwell: not Saruman, but one more worthy of his trust."
No prizes for guessing who that'll be thought Faith as she watched the Messenger.
Gandalf responded. "This is much to demand for the delivery of one servant. Where is this prisoner? Let him be brought forth and yielded to us, and then we shall consider these demands."
For a second Faith could have sworn that Gandalf's words left the Messenger at a loss, but he laughed again.
"Do not bandy words in your insolence with the Mouth of Sauron! These are his terms. Take them or leave them!"
"These we will take!" Gandalf spoke suddenly seizing the coat, cloak and sword. "But as for your terms, we reject them utterly. Get you gone, for your embassy is over and death is near you. We did not come here to waste words in treating with Sauron, faithless and accursed; still less with one of his slaves. Begone!"
The Messenger was filled with rage, but one look at the faces of the Captains and fear overcame his wrath. He gave a cry, turned and galloped madly back to the Gates, but as he did so his company blew their horns and the Gates opened with a mass of evil spilling out of them. As they did so, down from the hills came orcs and the men of the West were surrounded by greater numbers than themselves.
"Can you say trap?" Muttered Faith grimly as she lifted her sword.
Oooooh - what will happen next???? Will Faith survive? Why did Legolas leave during her explanation? R&R and I may just put more up and tell you!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 15
"I am the Mouth of Sauron." The sinister man mounted on a black horse informed the company. They had now arrived outside the Black Gate. Faith looked on the man and shivered. She sensed his cruelty and the evil knowledge that he had in him. So not wanting to end up like that, she thought.
The messenger produced a short sword, grey cloak and a coat of mithril- mail. Faith wondered at the significance as Pippin gave a cry of grief. Obviously something I missed Faith noted.
"So you have yet another of these imps with you!" Cried the Messenger. "What use you find of them I cannot guess; but to send them as spies into Mordor is beyond even your accustomed folly. Still, I thank him, for it is plain that this brat at least has seen these tokens before, and it would be vain for you to deny them now."
"I do not wish to deny them," answered Gandalf. "Indeed, I know them all and all their history, and despite your scorn, foul Mouth of Sauron, you cannot say as much. But why do you bring them here?"
"Dwarf-coat, elf-cloak, blade of the downfallen West, and spy from the little rat-land of the Shire - nay, do not start! We know it well - here are the marks of a conspiracy. Now, maybe he that bore these things was a creature that you would not grieve to lose, and maybe otherwise: one dear to you perhaps? If so, take swift counsel with what little wit is left to you. For Sauron does not love spies, and what his fate shall be depends now on your choice."
Nobody answered him, and he saw the looks of fear and horror in their eyes. He laughed before speaking again. "He was dear to you I see. Or else his errand was one that you did not wish to fail? It has. And now he shall endure the slow torment of years and never be released, unless maybe when he is changed and broken, so that you shall see what you have done. This shall surely be unless you accept my Lord's terms."
"Name the terms." Gandalf spoke steadily, but Faith noticed that he seemed older as though defeated at last. She wondered whether he would accept.
"These are the terms," The Messenger smiled as he glanced at each one. "The rabble of Gondor and its deluded allies shall withdraw at once beyond the Anduin, first taking oaths never again to assail Sauron the Great in arms, open or secret. All lands east of the Anduin shall be Sauron's for ever solely. West of the Anduin as far as the Misty Mountains and the Gap of Rohan shall be tributary to Mordor, and men shall bear no weapons, but shall have leave to govern their own affairs. But they shall help to rebuild Isengard which they have wantonly destroyed, and that shall be Sauron's, and there his lieutenant shall dwell: not Saruman, but one more worthy of his trust."
No prizes for guessing who that'll be thought Faith as she watched the Messenger.
Gandalf responded. "This is much to demand for the delivery of one servant. Where is this prisoner? Let him be brought forth and yielded to us, and then we shall consider these demands."
For a second Faith could have sworn that Gandalf's words left the Messenger at a loss, but he laughed again.
"Do not bandy words in your insolence with the Mouth of Sauron! These are his terms. Take them or leave them!"
"These we will take!" Gandalf spoke suddenly seizing the coat, cloak and sword. "But as for your terms, we reject them utterly. Get you gone, for your embassy is over and death is near you. We did not come here to waste words in treating with Sauron, faithless and accursed; still less with one of his slaves. Begone!"
The Messenger was filled with rage, but one look at the faces of the Captains and fear overcame his wrath. He gave a cry, turned and galloped madly back to the Gates, but as he did so his company blew their horns and the Gates opened with a mass of evil spilling out of them. As they did so, down from the hills came orcs and the men of the West were surrounded by greater numbers than themselves.
"Can you say trap?" Muttered Faith grimly as she lifted her sword.
Oooooh - what will happen next???? Will Faith survive? Why did Legolas leave during her explanation? R&R and I may just put more up and tell you!!!!!!!!!!!