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The Black Book

Chapter Three: A Mishap in our Plan

The wind rushed past me in large buffets, throwing my hair into a wild frenzy. My cape was pushed around too. Varanadon and I had been flying for a while, and my butt was growing numb. How do the Nazgul do it? Geez....... Ow. Ow. Ow. I think I'll stop writing for now; I may lose my precious journal!

Ok, I'm back. Varanadon seemed to be getting tired, so I told him to bank over to a lonesome cave somewhere in Ithilien, I think. He did, and now I'm in it. The cave is cold, and the fire I struck up seemed really small, and not as merry as I'd hoped it would be. Varanadon is sleeping now, and I have my back up on his side. He's furled up his wings, and his tail curled around me like a makeshift blanket. He looks like an over large cat that I saw in one of our raids over in Osgiliath. I know, you may be wondering how I saw a cat in Osgiliath when most of it is infested with orcs? It was the strangest thing. The black cat was walking around the buildings as though no war was going on. Well, it really was the only black thing (except for orcs) in the city, so as you can guess, it was pretty noticeable. Much like Varanadon. He's black, and noticeable.

I love Varanadon. He's like the pet I never had. He takes care of me. He is also the last dragon to fly over Middle-Earth's skies. Sauron keeps him locked up all the time, so he can never stretch his wings that much. I guessed that was why our flight was a little bumpy. Varanadon and I are a lot alike too, I mean we don't talk that much, we're mysterious, and we are the only ones of our kind. I'm sure there are dragons somewhere else, but Varanadon seemed to like to stay in Barad-dur. Sauron gave him a good home.

Varanadon raised his scaly head, and opened one sleepy eye at me. "Where are we?" he asked in his soft, deep voice. I shrugged, pulling out my moth- eaten map from my pack, and said as I did this, " I think we are in Emyn Muil. The rocks here are really jagged, but for all I know, we may only be in the Morgai." I unfurled my map, and examined it like a pro, letting my finger trail across it in the pattern we were supposed to be flying on.

"Ahhh." He murmured. "Where was the Fellowship last seen?"

"Well, I'm pretty sure some of them have been spotted in Rohan," I tapped the map where Rohan should be, " So wherever we are, we have to get there tonight, if we either go north-west, or west. Get your rest Varanadon. We're going to cover a lot of sky tonight."

Varanandon smiled, and went back to sleep. Outside, the noon sun beat down on rocky crags, and sparse trees. Night is our cloak, for Varanadon could definitely be seen in daylight, and I can't go out in the sunlight because I'm a Vampyre. Darkness. I love the dark. As I always say, "Silence is the ultimate weapon." So, as silent as shadows, we flew, under the protective blanket of night, while small children slept, and their parents watched out their windows, afraid of what tomorrow would bring. Varanadon and I can see in the dark, so the moon need not help us, even though she showed her pale face. I quickly rolled up my map, and stowed it away in my pack. I laid my head down, and fell into a restful sleep.

We are flying again. The wind changed course, and now Varanadon has to keep Rohan in sight, so he doesn't get blown off course. Last night we had actually flown in to the Ephel Duath, a little farther west than I had expected, but all is well. We back tracked, and now a wife plain stretched beneath us. The meadow seems like a soft sea. It waved and bended this way and that with the wind. The grass was a deep greenish-blue, almost black because of night. Mr. Moon is out again, and now I can see a small speck of Edoras out there.

Our food ration is running low. I had already packed for this trip, because I knew being summoned to Him was a big feat, even though I had been there before. I have been on missions like this, like retrieving Elves for torture, or that Gollum. Interesting creature, but too scrawny for me. Pure evil, though. You know, I am actually quite likeable once you get to know me. Really I am! I guess I seem just a tad ruthless..... Well a lot of evilness, I have (A/N: Yoda rocks!). Yes. I am a very evil creature. I even seem to shine with an evil glow. It's just my skin, you know, really, it is!

Me and my mor'loki * were still flying around, catching the wafts of breeze floating about us. Rohan was looming closer to us, Edoras gleaming in the pale moonlight. Too bad we had to burn it to bits. I would have liked to stay there sometime. It was still a little ways off. Varanadon beat his wings. He sped up a fraction. He pumped them again, pushing us a bit further more. The moon covered it self up with a blanket of cloud, everything dimming to a deeper blue-black than before.

"Perfect." I whispered to myself. Edoras inched more toward us. I smiled. I guessed it was time to get to work. I nudged Varanadon. He let out a short blast of flames around his pointed teeth. He beat his wings faster, rocketing us forward. I pulled my pack off my back, and pulled out my sword. My very short sword. It's called Ilfirindulin, or Immortal bird. My mother gave it to me, it was hers. For short, I call it Phoenix in the common tongue, or Illy as a pet name. Illy shimmered. Varanadon spiraled down to the fast approaching Edoras. Shouts of men cried out among the small village. I put my pack on my back again.

The lights in every house were lit. A donging bell echoed around the village. Officers on guard sprang to life, and shot arrows at us after much fumbling and cursing from the surprised Rohorrim. "Eorlingas!" cried a deep, bellowing voice. Soldiers ran out and formed ranks, shooting more puny arrows. I cried a curse in the black-speech, I'd rather not say to your flowered ears. An elvish cry broke all the man's bellows.

Varanadon spit fire at the poor men. Cottages burst into flame, and I heard screams reaching my ears. I wheeled my mor'loki around for another bout of flame, when I heard the same elvish saying again. An arrow flew past Varanadon's head, and jammed itself into my shoulder. I didn't notice it too much, except for the pain shooting down my arm and torso. I was too into the exhilaration of battle. Smoke and flames leapt around the town, engulfing soldiers and people with it. More screams echoed around Edoras.

Varanadon spinned around fully, and spewed more flame from his open jaws. Dunedan curses flew up through the flames. I think I even heard some Dwarvish?

Another arrow shot through the smoke, penetrating my thoughts, as Varanadon let forth a horrible scream. Fire burst again from his mouth, and I felt a rising sensation in my stomach. We were falling. All I remember was the bright orange light engulfing my vision.