Written for the Tolkien_Weekly "Teatime" challenge.

“Ooh, I want one of those.” A shadowy finger pointed to a raspberry tart.

He didn’t like raspberries, didn’t like them at all, but ever obedient, the Man took a bite.

“How does it taste? That used to be my favorite.” The disembodied voice echoed in his head.

“Uhm, mmm,” the Man replied through the crumbs. If only, just once, the Lord would point to the cream puffs instead.

“Now I want some tea. Remember, exactly two lumps of sugar.”

The Man sighed to himself as he poured. The Mouth of Sauron. Little had he realized exactly what that entailed.