I heard the voice which snapped me out of my trance clearly. By this time it was dawn. I grabbed the first weapon I saw, my pike, and staggered from my tent.
I heard the conversation of the captains as I walked forward to meet battle, somehow without ever making a conscious decision to go fight. I was part of the horde of Sauron against which none can stand, what choice did I have?
"What's going on!"
"A Daemon army is upon us! They found an unguarded pass in the Black Mountains. We had no idea..."
"Come on! To arms!"
I rushed mechanically to the front lines, where the pikemen were supposed to stand. I looked at the Daemons marching against Mordor. They were few in number compared to the great hordes of Men, so it was obvious even with superior skills they had no chance. We held our pikes steady as the Daemonic swordsmen charged us. Everyone readied their weapons to pierce the enemy...
And I did nothing. I simply stood, trembling and watching, as battle unfolded around me. Easterling pikes killed Daemons and Daemonic swords bloodied Easterlings, and I did nothing. As still as my body was, my mind was racing. Still reeling from the horrible mystery of Sauron, I simply did not have the rush of battle or will of self-preservation that makes Men fight.
A Daemon ran at me, coming so close I could see into his gray eyes. I made no move to defend myself, and he pulled back his sword from my neck, then ignoring me moved to attack another soldier. The dying screams of Men and Daemons, the horrible sights, the smell of blood... All these can be withstood by a mind on guard and absorbed in battle. I, however, was at the full mercy of the scene. My madness overcoming me, I fell to my knees, then to the ground, closing my eyes and blacking out, leaving me alone in my head with the growing madness of Sauron.
A dream, a dream whose absolute horror stifles any doubt to its reality, came into the darkness. There stood amidst the darkness Sauron in his form as a mighty warrior. I wanted to desperately to close my eyes or turn my head, but my vision locked upon him. Then, the Lord of Mordor, the Necromancer, the God of Death... bowed down. Before Sauron in the blackness something swirrled continally and chaotically. I tried to will myself awake before my mind could know the truth.
Sauron is not the Master. Sauron is only a priest.
He worships nothing less than a God beyond all human thought, the creeping chaos Morgoth who dwells in the Void of Everlasting Darkness. The world in the beginning came from Darkness, and to Darkness it is to return. Before Morgoth, even the mighty Sauron is a feeble worshipper.
Such things... Things which Man was never meant to know...