The fire flowed are him as he walked atop the mighty tower, his black robes whipping around off his tall and grotesque body. The deafoning crack of the fire above. Urzihyl, the emissary of Sauron. Orange light illuminated everything around the black surface of the tower, the heat almost unbearable, the air choked with poison.
"Master, I've what you've seeked for so long!" The Mouth of Sauron boomed. "Zasalamel has given the Ring to me, I present it to you." A growing laughter began to eminate from the fire ridden Eye looking down upon Urzihyl. He held the Ring up, a tentacle of fire snaked its way down from the iris of the Eye, taking the Ring from Urzihyl's hand, the fire became alit with blinding light.
The ground began to shake, the fire swirling down to the bottom of the black arches that held onto Sauron's last conscious. There, it began to make a shape Urzihyl hadn't seen for thousands of years, the physical body of Sauron himself. Urzihyl smiled, the time had come, the land would be theirs.
Far below, the Orcs could sense something in the deep of their consciousness, a feeling mixed with fear and power. The all looked to the Tower, some tired of seeing it, others looking at it with hope, most with fear.
The doors of Baradur slowly opened, having never opened for a hundred years, the volcanic crust falling off. He walked out, his armor clanking loudly, his twelve foot stature towering over the fleeing orcs. "Children, I have return." His voice both soothing and corrupting. The orcs and trolls felt something anew, an instinct they had not felt for an age. They became real warriors once again, what they were born to be.
Something came from the sky's to the north, like a meteor. But its wings were unmistakable, Durin's Bane, Smaug, one of the last Balrogs, sent by Zasalamel to aide Sauron in his conquest of MiddleEarth. Sauron smiled, though his iron helm could not show it, he knew they had a chance, finally had a chance to take Middle Earth and all surrounding earths. He knew.