The mouth of Sauron was not having a good day. After getting his but barbequed and then being chased out ofthe towerby an irate evil Eye, he was quickly regretting his decision to remain in Mordor. (I could have gone back to the studios, I could have been placed in another movie! But no! I had to be the only loyal servant of Mordor!) Murazor ran past, still shrieking. (…Well… the only SANE loyal servant of Mordor…)

With a sigh he sank down upon a volcanic stone, wincing. "Why are they so noisy? Mortals aren't that noisy! I hardly consider this an improvement." A shuffling of cloth not far off, Saurumon sat down beside the mouth looking in much better spirits. "Why are you in such a great mood? Your dead, you shouldn't be happy." Saurumon shrugged, "…I don't know. I think the tie-dye robes just do this to me. How are you?" The mouth sighed. "…I've been better, before I got my buttocks barbequed and my body broken to tiny bits as I fell down all six hundred and sixty six steps of the dark tower, I was having a pretty good day." Saurumon cleared his throat. "Well, things can only get better, right?" The Mouth shook his head, "Not by the direction this fanfick is going… now I have a migraine as well… stupid Nazgul…"

Saurumon sat back with a thoughtful look, "…I have always wondered why they shriek…"

Why they shriek:

Sauron stood between his Nazgul and the fellbeasts, if they could have seen his face just then; they would have seen his grimace. One large one was drooling on his armored shoe of mighty armored shoe-ness-es…stuff. "Now, it's really very simple. All you do is come over here, choose one, feed it, and tomorrow we progress from there! Any questions?" A snicker near the back, one gingerly raised his gauntlet. "Yes Indur…what is it?" The wraith shuffled his feat, not a good sign... My lord… says perhaps…we, we… um… dislike heights? Sauron raised an eyebrow. "…Dislike heights." Indur nodded rapidly. Khamul snickered, raised Indur over his head, and before the other could even shriek threw him onto one of the creature's backs! The beast launched from the ground, and the wail of the terrified Nazgul echoed back from the sky.

"…Khamul, was that entirely necessary…?" The wraith shrugged helplessly. Cannot be helped my lord…tis my nature. The other wraiths were struggling to keep a strait face. That collapsed when Murazor threw Khamul up as well, and a second shriek of horror met their ears. Sauron sighed, "…and your excuse?" Murazor grinned.

…I plead temporary insanity… Sauron shook his head and walked off. "Temporary he says? Shmeufpurgashmnmnmng…." Uvatha turned to the others once the scary dark lord of too-much-armor-and-not-enough-screen-time was gone.

…So…we calling it a day? Momentary silence, then mass agreement as the wraiths turned to go. One fellbeast looked at another, then another, evil evilness glinting in their eyes. They swooped upon the wraiths.

Thus it became legend in Mordor that all the wraiths shrieked.

Saurumon shook his head, "Do you honesty think I'm going to believe that?" The mouth just shrugged, "Why not? This is a silly place."