His most striking feature was the mouth itself: a jagged, wet cavern of rotted teeth and obsidian gums. When he spoke, the sound was not a voice, but a rhythmic grinding of ancient malice.
The rider did not breathe, for there was no life left in the lungs of the creature that had once been a man of Númenor. He was known only as the , a living monument to the Dark Lord’s cruelty, his skin stretched like parched parchment over a frame that had forgotten the warmth of the sun. 1920x1080 Mouth of Sauron Wallpaper. Sauron Wal...
He was the last echo of a fallen kingship, a sorcerer who had traded his soul for a seat at the right hand of a god. As he turned his horse back toward the shadows of the Gate, he felt the tremors of the earth—not knowing that the very "tokens" he brandished were the heralds of his master’s end. His most striking feature was the mouth itself:
"I have tokens to show to thee," he hissed, his lips curling back in a predatory sneer that defied the proportions of a human face. He held aloft the mithril shirt, its silver glinting mockingly against the volcanic gloom of Mordor. He was known only as the , a