Disclaimer- I don't own or make money off of The Lord of the Rings, the Mouth of Sauron, Uruk-hai, Haradrim, or the Black Númenóreans. Or anything else you might recognize from anything. I did come up with the name Ar-Taravorn, but I did use Elvish elements (tara-high, noble, or royal; vorn-black) to create the name, and I used the traditional title of the Númenórean Kings after whoever it was that stopped using the High-Elven title (I didn't feel like looking it up). So I don't know if I have to not own that. Wow that was pretty long. THE PASSAGES IN ITALICS AND QUOTATIONS ARE DIRECT QUOTES FROM THE RETURN OF THE KING BY JRR TOLKIEN AND DO NOT BELONG TO ME IN ANY WAY WHATSOEVER. Someone please tell me if I need to do more than that to make it legal, because I will and I don't want my story to be deleted or whatever they do to people who break the rules.
A/N- I just want to say in advance that I apologize for the shortness of these chapters, later ones will be longer. These first ones are just kinda like introducing characters and ideas, I'll get into the actual plot pretty soon. There actually will be a main character who is pretty awesome and stuff, but I keep putting him off because I'm having trouble thinking up a name for him. I'm trying to use Elvish elements like Tolkien, but it's harder than it looks.
Chapter II: The Mouth Grins
"The middle door of the Black Gate was thrown open with a great clang, and out of it there came and embassy from the Dark Tower. At its head there rode a tall and evil shape, mounted upon a black horse… The Lieutenant of the Tower of Barad-dûr he was, and his name is remembered in no tale, for he himself had forgotten it, and he said, 'I am the Mouth of Sauron.'"-ROTK
The Mouth rode now on his ghastly steed, with its face like a skull and demonic fire shining from its eyes, southward. The host of Uruks that accompanied him ran tirelessly behind him without a sign of weariness. He now rode south to gather his real army: an army of men. He rode to rally the Haradrim, the Southrons, to his banner. They had fought beside Mordor in the War of the Ring, so long ago now, and he was sure that they would fight again. A little coaxing might be needed, yes, but he knew they would fight.
The Mouth grinned, and his eyes sparkled maliciously under his tall helm. He had survived. He had survived and the fool Gondorians didn't even notice. They had never found him after the War, and, in their blindness, they never even thought him a threat. "Not a threat. The fools!" His grin slowly faded into a twisted snarl. The Uruks beside him paid no mind; their leader was well known for talking to himself and getting angry at seemingly random times.
All these years the Mouth had simply been hiding deep in the ruins of Mordor, waiting for his chance to come. And it had come. Yes, he was old now, very old, but he would last for years to come and his chance was here. The Gondorians had begun to slack off on their watch, just as he knew they would. They hadn't noticed the slow trickle of orcs and Uruks into the east until it was too late. Much too late. He was no "Mouth" any longer. He was Ar-Taravorn, the new Dark Lord.
For now, in the Age of Men, he was in the process of gathering his army of men. Orcs were not as useful now, there were not enough of them. Most had been killed off in the aftermath of the War. But men… The grin came back, full force.
The little army headed by the Mouth moved on, to Harad, to the start of an empire. Black banners flapped in the wind, but they did not show the Evil Eye any longer. Instead, they displayed a five-pointed white star in a circle: the Star of Númenor—upside down.
"It is told that he…came of the race of those that are named the Black Númenóreans; for they (lived) in Middle-Earth during the years of Sauron's domination, and they worshipped him, being enamoured of evil knowledge. And he entered the service of the Dark Tower when it first rose again…and he grew ever higher in the Lord's favor; and he learned great sorcery…and he was more cruel than any orc."-ROTK
A/N- I've noticed with the few people I have had read this before I posted it that the don't seem to get the point of the last two paragraphs, so I'm going to explain it here, because it's really a cool idea to get. See, Tolkien always said he meant for LOTR to be like an alternate history/mythology for England, so I decided to continue that idea by putting in connections to the modern world in my story. The last two paragraphs are supposed to be a connection to modern-day Satanism. The flag insignia is the Satanic Star, and this is supposed to be the start of the belief—with the Black Númenóreans. Worshiping Sauron, sorcery, being "enamoured of evil knowledge," and the like. That this passage was actually in the book really surprised me—like this is what Tolkien meant it to be if he continued it. I really kinda have a strong belief that this is what would happen if Tolkien wrote about the Fourth Age at all—the Pattern of the Dark Lords would continue. Then again, I think that's just me being opinionated and over-imaginative, lol. But it's still cool just to think about. If anyone agrees with me on this, tell me, and if you don't tell me even more 'cause I wanna hear about it. SO REVIEW! The point of me posting this story was really just to see what people thought about this idea. Yeah. Anyway, keep reading, the next chapter might take a while, but it'll get here. Sorry about the really really long ANs, lol.