Chapter 6
The Mouth of Sauron
(Actually, I didn't want to write this last chapter)
At length, He appeared in Mordor. The others eight Nazgul returned earlier. But Sauron already couldn't create a fair embodiment for himself. Nevertheless, the Numenorean was content. The meaning of his life became the servitude his Lord. He thought that was a worthy meaning.
The images of the past faded soon forever, the feelings lasted a little longer, but at length they nonetheless disappeared, without leaving any remnant or shred in his heart. He had a long servitude in the Black Tower and he became one of the most favorite minions of the Dark Lord, being mighty and trusted. The Mouth of Sauron was his name now.
He got everything he had ever wished. He became powerful and immortal.
And now he wished for more. And there were possibilities of it. He lived for many ages feeling the pulse of this life and this life was good…
The Mouth of Sauron was witness to innumerable battles, victories and defeats. He had left Mordor, had gone to Harad, and returned. He returned, when his Master had returned for the second time. And everything began anew. Once again his mark, his might, Lugburz- his home again. He knew already no home, save the Dark Tower. As if he had been born here.
I am born here. Here, for the second time.
I am the Mouth of Sauron.
Is there any one in this rout with authority to treat with me?
But that very day and that hour nevertheless came. For even he knew, that everything in this world had its end.
Deeply in his heart he knew it.
And so it happened. And he perished with the fall of Barad-dur, feeling no repentance, but inexpressible bewilderment…
But I achieved, I achieved…!
He had already no time to arrive at the end of this thought.
His soul like the souls of the Nazgul never appeared in Mandos.