Chapter32: The Mouth of Sauron
That night, Gandalf did not sleep.
"You are sad."
Obviously.
"Why? Do you really think that I wouldn't have gotten angry?"
Not that angry.
"Harry, we might not be friends anymore, but it isn't too late—"
By that, what do you mean?
"I wish I could tell you."
Hermione, please. It's not to late to help you.
"Actually, Harry, it is. Hermione Granger died along time ago. If you really wanted to help her, you should have at least spied on her in first year to truly understand why I am the way I am."
Thanks for the hint.
"So you'll be gathering Gondor's armies in the morning."
Stop evading the subhject, Hermione.
"There is nothing to discuss."
You told me that something happened in first year to trigger this. That instantly rules out Malfoy calling you a mudblood in second year.
"That doesn't mean people from Slytherin weren't calling me one already before then."j
Hint two: they called you "mudblood" when Ron and I weren't there. It happened on Halloween our first year, did it?
Nothing, but her presence was still there.
So it was on Halloween. Would you like to tell me who said this too you?
"Just some Slytherin fourth year…"
Continue the sentence Harry.
"I'm not completely sure, but…he…he attacked me. I wasn't sure if he was going to rape me or what, but he was saying such horrible things to me."
What did he say?
"I said I—"
Tell me. Gandalf thought sternly.
Sauron breathed in loudly. Gandalf wondered if she was crying. "He called me Dumbledore's pawn. And that if I wasn't careful, I'd become your whore."
Gandalf clenched his fists. Most wizards that were not part of the White Order were dead, so he couldn't hunt down the culprit and kill him personally.
Hermione, Gandalf thought. You know that would never have happened. Why didn't you tell me? Or one of the Professors? Ron and I would have defended you with our lives.
"I know. I just don't want to be thought of as weak."
Hermione, you were never weak.
"I wish I could believe you, Harry," That said, her presence left his mind and Gandalf rubbed is forehead, fighting the headache that was coming.
The sunrise came, but it was hard to notice because the sky looked black.
Three days came. Three days went. On the fourth day, they headed out to Mordor as swiftly as they could.
As dawn approached on the fifth day, they saw the looming gates of Mordor. Aragorn and Gandalf head toward the gates with Gimli, Legolas, Pippin, Eomer and three others to demand audience with Sauron herself.
"Send out your master!" Aragorn shouted. "We demand audience with the Dark Lord Sauron!"
The morning air was silent. Not even a bird could be heard. The gate creaked open and a creature stepped out. While the others scrunched their noses at the thing, Gandalf and Aragorn kept a strait face.
The creature looked like a man, but looked as though he was still alive due to Sauron's magic: his body was that of a skeleton and his eyes and nostrils flared as if there was fire inside of him.
"I am the mouth of Sauron," the creature said. "I will speak in her place." He turned to Aragorn and laughed. "From the words of Sauron herself: she says that you cannot possibly defeat her with such a pitiful force."
"What do you want?" Gandalf snapped. "Name your masters terms."
The creature smirked and pulled out a coat of mithril, a sword (not Sting, I assure you), and a grey, elven cloak. Gandalf's eyes widened in shock. "In our keeping is a halfling spy. I will spare his life if you agree to our masters terms."
"I will be the judge of that myself. Pray tell us what Sauron wishes."
"First: Gondor and its allies must grant parley to Mordor, that is to say, never attack Mordor. Second: Gondor must pay tribute to Mordor. Third: There will be a suitible captain to rule Rohan from Isengard. And lastly: Sauron will not receive any wizard as her second other than—"
"Then Sauron has lost her wits!" Gandalf shouted. "Gondor would never bend to her. Isengard is the property of the White Order. I never joined evil in my life. And I don't intend to start. Tell your master that, unless she rethinks her terms, there will be no redemption for Mordor."
The creature fell back, aghast. Then, it turned around and headed back into Mordor, shouting orders in the Black Language to attack.
As Gandalf fought with the remaining soldiers of Gondor and Rohan, he saw a blaze of fire and Sauron came out in her armor, sword and Mace in hand.
"Then we will fight to the death, Gandalf Stormcrow," she growled.
"Agreed, Foul Queen of Mordor," Gandalf said, drawing his own sword.
She swung her sword towards his head and he ducked, blocking the next blow from her mace with his staff. He tried to stab her but, she dodged easily. Side stepping his blows and blocking it with her own sword.
"THE EAGLES ARE COMING!!!"
The flames died and she vanished. Gandalf looked to the sky and indeed Eagles were flying and attacking the Nazgul in the sky.
