A man, Tall and fell to look upon can be seen mounted on horse in the wastes of mordor, 
the horse is huge and needs to be to carry this monster of man, evil he is, the air 
around him is one of fear.

He is on his way back to the dark tower after carrying out the wish of his master, Sauron.

Only two weeks before he had near the borders of the shire on a mission to observe the 
guarding of this frail land by the rangers, Sauron had heard a strange rumor from some 
wraith of what he perceived to be the one.

He had clothed himself in a way to cover his face and past abroad this land and no-one 
could perceive that he was indeed an evil servant of the dark lord and passed unhinded, 
Sauron needed to be sure that the ring was in this place before he released the nine, then 
surely the enemy would know his purpose.

So it passed that the Man reached the lands of the shire and he spied upon the rangers and 
noted their schedules and rotation over a period of a couple of days, on the morning that 
he planned to depart he was discover by chance, Two rangers stumbled upon his hideout, 
Revealed to the rangers the man showed his true self, the mouth of sauron was abroad, An 
terror never before felt was laid upon the two rangers and they cowered in fear dropping 
the weapons they carried and begging for mercy, The mouth knew not mercy and he withdrew 
his mighty sword from it sheath, he slew both rangers with a single clean sweep of his 
sword both heads sundered from body, the live-less bodies fell to the floor.

He hastily gathered his things and with stunning speed his mounted his steed and was gone, 
he paid no heed to leaving a trail, and made for the weather hills. At the same time the 
comrades of the rangers heard the screams of their brothers in arms and ran toward it, 
soon they discovered the horrific scene, anger boiled over and the Rangers swore revenge, 
they spotted the tracks and collected their belongings and with no delay six rangers 
started to track this murderous foe, they had no idea of their doom.

Ever and on the mouth of sauron rode, making his way to mordor, he felt a strange presence 
following him, he knew that more rangers were coming after him, the thought of having his 
fun passed over his mind, he knew the dark lords mind like no other and he realized that 
it was possible that all the rangers had followed him, if so he would kill them all and 
no news of his presence would be known to the enemy, he would lay in wait, a deadly ambush 
in the dead marshes and then back to the dark tower.

The rangers continued to follow the trail of their enemy, it became clear to them that 
this beast was heading for mordor, when all of a sudden the trail veered off and was 
headed for the dead marshes, but their anger had blinded them to their danger and their 
blundered onwards, they entered the dead marshes and a fear descended upon them, terror 
gripped their minds, the mists came down and they could see nothing, the end was near.

The mouth was lurking in the shadows when he saw the six rangers, he knew that was all the 
host that were guarding the shire, he would kill them all and then the nine could enter 
with no-one to stop them, his master would be happy with this, so he cast a spell of great 
fear and the man quelled in terror, they spilt up not knowing where each other were, the 
mouth singled out the biggest ranger first and came upon him from behind and cut his throat 
with a long dagger, by some spell the remains of the ranger turned to dust leaving no 
remains to reveal the crime that been committed by the vile servant, and so it was the 
same with ranger, all were slew and no remains were ever found.

Now we see the Mouth of Sauron knelt at the feet of his lord reported his actions and the 
state of the guard, the Dark lord bellowed out in laughter his was very happy with his 
servant and he was ever closer to the dark lords mind, so we see the Nine leave the dark 
gate in search of baggins...


Written by Uruloki