A/N: I thank you for all of your reviews. Hope you enjoy this last installment of this tale.

Remember, this is slightly AU, and a couple of the statements mentioned are false or altered. I realize any alterations that I make.

This might contain RotK spoilers, though I am not positive.

Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings belongs to the Tolkien Estate. This plot belongs to myself, and any elements of the plot that I create are not to be used without permission. Some quotes are used from Tolkien's Return of the King, Book Five, Chapter X: The Black Gate Opens.

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Chapter Two: Memories

The large gates opened with large creaking, and with much toil. He ordered the army to be hidden from view as the Gate opened, and, with a small band of Orcs with him, he rode out, filled with confidence. The Enemies would be in for quite a surprise. Fools they were, thinking they could outmatch the power of Sauron the Great, Lord of the Earth.

He looked upon the army, and deemed there were less than six thousand Men. He smirked, not thinking it would be this easy to defeat them. Their last attempt to overthrow his lord was laughable, and he pitied them. It would have been so much easier just to give in to Sauron's power, just like he did.

He ordered his small band to halt, and he rode up to the Captains of the West, stopping a few paces in front of them. In front of him were nine people on seven horses; an old man, garbed in white and with a staff; obviously a wizard, riding a pure white horse. To the wizard's left, riding a chestnut brown, was a Man; he wore the symbol of the White Tree of Gondor, and a piece of Elvish glass was pinned to his breast. This was obviously the supposed King of Gondor. Next to him, on a white horse, sat both an Elf and a Dwarf, looking quite comical to him.

To the wizard's right there was a blonde haired Man, who rode a great steed; ah, he was from the country of Rohan, supposedly the king… but had not the king been much older? To that Man's right were two people upon a horse; another Man, obviously from one of the small countries from the south, and a Halfling from the Shire. Behind the wizard were two Elves who looked exactly alike; they were dark haired, and looked full of wisdom.

Once he had studied all of them, he laughed. "Is there anyone in this rout with authority to treat with me, the Lieutenant of Mordor, the Mouth of Sauron?" he asked. "Or indeed with wit to understand me? Not thou at least!" The Mouth of Sauron turned to the Man, who was supposedly the King of Gondor. "It needs more to make a king than a piece of Elvish glass, or a rabble such as this. Why, any brigand of the hills can show as good a following!"

The Man said naught in answer, but instead looked at the Mouth of Sauron in the eyes, and they held each other's glances.

As the Mouth of Sauron gazed into the Man's eyes, he saw images flash before him.

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Upon the cold stone floor knelt a Man. He was stripped to the waist, and many whiplashes could be seen upon his back. He was dirty, famished, and weary. Above him stood a Shadow, veiled in black; it had a shrill, menacing voice.

"So, would you rather serve Sauron the Great, Lord of the Earth, or suffer in misery and woe for the rest of your life, deep within the dungeons of Barad-dûr?"

The Man had an inner argue within himself. Finally, he whispered, "What would you have me do, my lord?"

The Shadow laughed, and the Man looked down, crestfallen, defeated. Nearby, two Orcs went away, though hurriedly whispering with one another.

"That went easier than expected," said one.

"Some king of Men," said the other with a cruel laugh.

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As Aragorn looked into the Mouth of Sauron's eyes, he saw something quite unexpected. Beneath the fiery red glow and the black hate, there was something in those eyes… something similar to his. He did not know what made it similar to his, or why there was a hidden similarity, but there was no doubt that it was there. He looked into them deeper, and saw beneath the cruelty and power pain, torture, and defeat. These expressions troubled him, but he still held his gaze.

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More things flashed in front of the Mouth of Sauron's eyes. What was all of this?! Were these… memories? Why did they come now? Why did they come when he looked into the Man's eyes?

He saw images of pain and torture. He saw the whip, the starvation, the agony, the defeat.

Next, he saw victory, and power. He saw immortality… to stay alive forever; with a price. To be withering away, yet never to die. To serve on the side of darkness, but to be great in power! To refuse, and to live in agony for the rest of your long years.

He chose the side of darkness, the side of evil… for power. He chose to give in, and to be beaten down… like a coward. He was once on the side of good, but the greed for power, and the cowardice of dying in agony changed him into what he was today.

The Mouth of Sauron could not bear it any longer. He turned his head away, and did dare not look into the Man's eyes again. He dare not look into the King of Gondor's eyes, for in those eyes, he saw something familiar; he saw himself as he once was. He saw his heir, only he was no coward, and was not greedy; and with those elements, Aragorn son of Arathorn defeated the Mouth of Sauron, once known as Eärnur son of Eärnil, Last King of Gondor.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed. This was my birthday present to you; for on Hobbit birthdays, they give out presents, not receive them. I am turning 14 on the 30th, if any of you wished to know.

RESPONSE TO REVIEWS:

Aislynn Crowdaughter: Thank you! It came while I was writing another tale (ironically), and it became this! ^-^ Hope you enjoyed the last installment!

Mirielle: Oh, I did, didn't I? Yea, I meant no man had yet won when they challenged the king… gr… Well, thank you!

Steelsheen: Yes, according to the appendices, no one knows what happened to him, and it was assumed that he suffered in the dungeons of Barad-dur… not in my tale! ;-) You never really think of small nit-picks such as that, so, with things as such, you can create small tales, like this ^^ Almost as if the tale came from Tolkien himself? Wow, I am stunned! Thank you, and hopefully you enjoyed this last piece!

Bulehen: Hopefully you enjoyed this last installment! :-)

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