My first mission as a Mouth of Sauron was to go to the Shire, and give a message that the Dark Lord expected his annual payment of Ale and pipeweed. I was also to say that the Dark Tower was in need of Slaves, and if the goods were not delivered by a month, there would be a sudden abundance of hobbits in Barad-Dur. The hobbit I delevired the message to was not scared. "Tell your master that the goods are packed, and ready to be sent. If you want proof, you can look for yourself. They’re behind that barn" he said, pointing to a barn a few metres north-east. I was in mood for a walk anyway, so I let my steed wander the green grass of the Shire (which was a big mistake as later on his hoofs were all burnt from the cleanliness). I myself walked over to the barn, and true enough, there were barrels of Ale, and many bags of pipeweed. While walking out, I suddenly heard noises. I went to the building directly opposite me (A rather large building for the Shire). I looked through a hole in the wall, and I could see a big courtyard, with a man in front (not a hobbit). He was doing extremely wierd gestures with his hands and feet, and screaming things such as "Ahh", "Oh", "heeeya". The hobbits themselves did exactly the same thing the man was doing.

Trying to look closer, I made too much noise, as one of the ply wood planks the wall was made out off fell out off place. All of a sudden, all the hobbits looked at me, and started snarling for some reason. Some of them screamed suddenly and leapt high up into the air, and two came crashing down on me saying "haiiya!". They had me on the ground, but I fought them off, and ran to my steed, mounted it, and rode as fast as I could, out of the Shire

I feel that this is a big blow to us. The hobbits are more prepared than we know...they are learning (as I learnt from someone in Bree), an art called "Karate", which according to some, is extremely dangerous. They are now said to be more fierce, and not scared of blood. I feel that we must crush this man teaching them this art, or kidnap him and bring him to Mordor, to teach our Uruks the same. . .

Forwarded to Angmar by Nameless One