Random journey 1....
The sun was setting behind the black smoke billowing from the horizon over the dark and dismal land of Mordor. Orcs thudded to and fro over the battlements surrounding the Black Tower, there weapons glinting in the fading crimson sunlight, crimson as the blood soaking through the soil in the lands of Rohan. Orcs shouted in their evil black tongue as they tossed flat, hooked swords into piles.
By the gate of the Black Tower, two small figures could be seen cowering from the cold. They carried heavy packs and had clearly travelled a long way. Frodo and Samwise had trekked across the country for days and they were finally reaching their destination. Since leaving the company they had travelled across harsh lands, been led into a trap by a foul creature clearly some distant relative of Dobby the house elf, and at last they had reached the tower.
Sam approached the large black front door of the tower, and lifted his hand to the black iron gargoyle knocker. He let it fall and a large ugly orc head appeared.
"What do want evil scum?" The orc said, caressing his sword.
"We have travelled a long way", replied Sam.
"And you won't be travelling any farther", said the orc grinning.
"Oh we don't want to", replied Sam, "We were just wondering if the Ring- Bearer could use your facilities..."
The sun was setting behind the black smoke billowing from the horizon over the dark and dismal land of Mordor. Orcs thudded to and fro over the battlements surrounding the Black Tower, there weapons glinting in the fading crimson sunlight, crimson as the blood soaking through the soil in the lands of Rohan. Orcs shouted in their evil black tongue as they tossed flat, hooked swords into piles.
By the gate of the Black Tower, two small figures could be seen cowering from the cold. They carried heavy packs and had clearly travelled a long way. Frodo and Samwise had trekked across the country for days and they were finally reaching their destination. Since leaving the company they had travelled across harsh lands, been led into a trap by a foul creature clearly some distant relative of Dobby the house elf, and at last they had reached the tower.
Sam approached the large black front door of the tower, and lifted his hand to the black iron gargoyle knocker. He let it fall and a large ugly orc head appeared.
"What do want evil scum?" The orc said, caressing his sword.
"We have travelled a long way", replied Sam.
"And you won't be travelling any farther", said the orc grinning.
"Oh we don't want to", replied Sam, "We were just wondering if the Ring- Bearer could use your facilities..."