This is basically an intro chapter... but there will be much more to come. ;)
The Dark Lord Pippin sat in his throne room eating his tasty fried mushrooms, as usual. He now ruled with complete supremacy over all of Middle-Earth. All paid him honor and respect, and none dared to stand against him.
Or so he thought.
Unknown to Pippin, a small resistance was forming, lead by the old rabble rouser Gandalf the White. He had formulated a plan to slay Pippin in his own tower. Now he only had to wait and see if his plan would work, for it was already set into motion.
Gandalf's plan was foolproof. Pippin would not be able to escape, and likely many of his followers would perish as well. The wizard only hoped his old allies would not fall for the trap, so he could turn them back. Even Glorfindel, his last hope, had fallen. That had been quite unexpected, for the Elf Lord had been sure of victory. But Erestor had brought him down. Gandalf hoped Glorfindel would not die with the rest of them. Maybe he would be able to escape.
Even to Gandalf, it seemed a rather extreme way to defeat Pippin. The hobbit was doomed to certain death. Gandalf sighed and lowered his head. It was the only way, and it was too late to stop it now.
Dun dun dun...! Sorry this was short... have I captured your attention? Review or Gandalf will start plotting your demise...
