In the intervening time, as the Wise tell, Sauron began to reappear after long spell. Again, Mount Doom burst into red flames, unveiling the white clouds above it. Its mouth wrapped in black smoke and a sharp smell of the distant past, heaving the lungs of the orcs who still lingered near Mount Doom.
As it turned out their prayers were answered, and they could feel his power surrounding them. Sauron was indeed caught in another realm, but his appearance could be felt around Mount Doom.
He was with the wind, the rocks, the black smokes, he was everywhere. His spirit of hatred spread across the land.
'I speak to whom who feared The Dark Lord as their master. Listen to what I demand for I may walk again in this foul land. Obey to what I have to speak!'
Only to the ears of the orcs, the words could be heard. They kept silent about His resurrection for they were still loyal, the only creatures in Middle-earth who were notwithstanding faithful to the Dark Lord. They became alert, talking in their language that none could understand.
Waiting for Sauron to appear once more, joy filled their sinister souls and lightened their cold hearts.
'This is what I demand! The land was once under my control, from the day of my victories against the good power. But by some means I was defeated – by the powers of those I didn't foresee. That has become only days of old.'
The clouds began to darken, and the sky gave way to thunder. The wind blew heavily, as if joining the malicious power of Sauron's voice.
'Hard to the hearts who deny my will, and to the loyal who will – '
The harsh voices of orcs rose, breaking the silence. A loud clap of thunder and lightening struck the land of Mount Doom as if commanding them to be silent.
'I command a ring to be made. It must be done soon, before the good becomes aware and protects the land with their powers and all of you will be perished before end comes!'
There was silence for a moment before the voice finally spoke, "Silence! There may be keen ears that listened from afar. Hear what the wind might tell, my voice flies with them and so does my command.'
Shadows pass, away the doom flies,
Gone was the One Ring, into Mount Doom forever it lays,
As time passes by, in peace we live, O' how we bathed in sunlight rays,
Ere long thou wish the journey ends, Ends it will not 'cause darkness still remains…
She heard footsteps, and her singing stopped. 'You are finally here.' She turned to Gandalf and their eyes met.
'I know you have been expecting us, Galadriel,' said the White Wizard.
He sensed the changes in the lady since their last meeting. She looked wiser, full of strength and wisdom was upon her brow. She took a moment to look at her guests, the calm features of the wizard and the tired faces of the hobbits, and her lips turned into a brief smile.
'You all have come from a long journey and need rest. But I'm afraid that haste is needed. War is near and you are needed to stop it. Unfortunately, the answer to such a long journey here will bring you grief.'
'Gandlaf told us that evil has appeared once more. Is it the same evil that we have fought before or a new enemy?' asked Frodo Baggins.
'Both. Come and see for yourselves, if you will.'
She turned and they followed her. Her white swathe glowed like crystal and the air of the Golden Wood suddenly blew. Samwise Gamgee felt a chill as he made his way, and then realized that Frodo wasn't beside him. He turned around, and saw his friend standing like a statue on the steps, his face white with fear. Memories of the past flashed in Frodo's mind.
'Frodo?' Sam's voice alerted the rest and they too, turned and saw Frodo stepping back, his eyes wide, betraying his fearful emotions.
'What is wrong, Frodo?' Gandalf said, walking towards the hobbit.
'You are going to see the Mirror. I cannot follow you there,' the former ring-bearer stammered.
The other two hobbits, Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took, known also as Merry and Pippin looked at each other, confused.
'And why not?' the wizard asked again.
Frodo looked at Galadriel, who appeared to understand.
'He is afraid that he might see things that he did not want to. His last view in the Mirror had been a startling experience and he is not sure whether he can face anything like that again.'
Gandalf glanced at the female elf. 'He has viewed the Mirror? When did this happen?'
'During our journey to destroy the One Ring,' Frodo spoke up, and everyone looked at him. 'What I saw in the Mirror was what made me want to destroy it alone. I saw what might happen if I failed in my quest and what might happen to the other members of the fellowship. If given the choice I don't want to watch what might happen and instead go through what will happen.' Everyone who was there stared at him.
Galadriel moved towards the determined hobbit slowly but gracefully. She stopped in front of him and gazed into his eyes.
'I understand your feelings, Frodo. But this is not your own quest, unlike the last journey, and you need to be with the others to understand what will happen. True, the Mirror can show things that none of us could foretell, but you cannot be afraid of it or anything that you did not expect forever. You have shown great strength and we will go through this together.'
Frodo opened his mouth as if to say something, then thought better of it and lowered his head.
'Raise your head and be brave, young hobbit, for you are as important as anyone in this quest. History shall not repeat itself.' Gandalf added.
Frodo looked up and nodded. 'You are right, this is not the time for me to be afraid. We better move on, we do not have enough time.' Galadriel smiled at the hobbit and then turned to lead the way once more.
And so they made their way to the Mirror of Galadriel. The air became chilled. All became silent. There was no sound, not even from the leaves. All of them, except for Galadriel who already knew, circled the enchanting Mirror and watched as the truth unfold.
The truth is out there….Sauron's back! And he's working alone…or is he? Reviews please!