Ganol and Theor neared to the smoke coming from the center of town where they found heeps and heeps of bodies burning. A putrid smell suddenly gagged them. They suddenly realized it was what was burning. Humans and Orcs. The smell of both was combined to make a horrid smell almost unbearable to anyone.

Soon, the two hobbits made a dash past the heap of burning flesh and ran smack into a tall, brisk man in armor. He looked down with an emotionless face and asked the two, "What are you two children doing here? It is not safe since the Orcs have become roamers again."

Theor and Ganol exchanged a glance of worry. They then turned attention to the man again and Ganol was first to speak, "We are not children, kind sir. We are merely hobbits of the Shire. We have come to find a group of Orcs who attacked us."

The man looked concerned as he replied, "Then it is as I have feared. The Orcs have broken the boundaries set down by our fore-fathers. We have not much time to lose. You two had better come with us rather than go home. Welcome to the Middle Earth Army of Diplomacy. You two ought to have no trouble getting something to wear, those tunics and cloaks will never do."

The man turned to go when Ganol called out, "Wait, can you tell us who you are?"

Without even stopping he called back, "I am Felenmor. General of this army." As he mounted his horse he drew his sword and cried out. Many men flooded out of the streets, leaving Ganol and Theor with the small band of men left behind to defend the remaining humans in Rivendell.

The morning came quickly upon the two hobbits who had been traveling for some time to get to Rivendell. Theor and Ganol both had received things they would need such as armor, shields, and swords, thought Ganol refused another sword other than sting.

Breakfast was quite hardy as most of the people in Rivendell were dead and their food was not to go to waste. Bread, soup, and some warm tea, finished off with some nice tobacco that was grown locally. Ganol though, barely ate anything for his mind was too set on finding those Orcs and destroy every one of them. Theor finally persuaded him to eat a little something.

"My friend, I fear the Orcs are stronger and more organized than a few roamers of this countryside. Look there in the dirt, tracks that could not be raiders. They are fashioned in a battle line. Marched into this town in a column then split in groups to raid and kill," Ganol examined.

Theor, not having as keen eyesight as Ganol said, "Ganol, how long had you stayed up last night?"

Ganol shot him a glance and it was all it was needed to tell Theor he was in no mood to be messed with. Theor continued eating as two men walked over to them and said, "Come with us, there is someone who would like to have a word with you."

Theor watched as Ganol stood and motioned for him to do the same. They followed to two men to a large tent where the captains had spent the night. A well built man stood, surveying a large unrolled scroll with a map of Middle Earth on it. He also had some small figures which Ganol guessed must have stood for the Orcs and their army.

"Thank you for coming my friends, I have much to say and I fear there isn't much time before a great evil is released upon this land. We think we may have found the whereabouts of the Orcs' leader. He lives in the Great Mountains in a large church-like building. They are worshippers of a dark wizard by the name of Sauron. Banished from the earth long before, he may yet be brought back. This is why I have called you here," said the man. "We think we have found a way to get you two into this facility and diminish their numbers. It may be risky but there are no others willing to go."

Ganol flinched at the mere fear that such a simple wizard struck in the men. He began to ask who he was when the man continued, "We managed to get some armor from the dead Orcs that we have refitted for you by the measurements for your other armor. We will try to smuggle you in and allow you to kill as many enemies as you can, then return here with an approximate kill. That is all for now, you are dismissed."

The two hobbits were then led out of the tent without so much as an "Are there any questions?". They returned to their seats where Theor munched hungrily on some bread and Ganol lit his pipe.

A sudden explosion broke the silence. Everyone began to look across the plain to see a few men running or riding away from a large cloud of smoke. Out of the smoke came a shrill shreek. Ganol knew what it was from one of his father's stories. A Nasgul. A great and ferocious dragon that devoured men at will.

The thing flew out of the smoke and struck down a man and his horse, tearing him to pieces. All the men had given up on fighting it and dropped all weapons, fully focused on escaping the thing. Ganol and Theor were told to hide and forcefully given some new armor, the Orc armor.

Ganol and Theor dove into a house where they only took a few seconds to put on their armor and were ready to be asassins. The Nasgul let out one more shriek before flying away to where ever it had come from. The few men who returned were Felenmor and no more than twenty men on horses and ten on foot.

"It came out of no where and decimated my men. Nothing could hurt it. Our archers were all killed and along with the rest of my men," Felenmor explained. "The enemy is stronger than we once thought. We must recruit as many more soldiers if we wish to stand a chance."

The hobbits knew it was their time to slip away to the Great Mountains. Under the cover of night, the two fled from the town and headed North. When they reached the slopes, they laid down to rest. It wasn't long before the two succumbed to their exhaustion.

Ganol woke to much talking that sounded like snorting. He still had his armor but his sword was gone. He sat up quickly and was startled to see two Orcs hovering over him. He cleared his throat and asked as raspily as he could, "Where am I you slugs?"

The bigger of the Orcs turned and said, "Quiet you dimwit, do you want the Nasgul to find us?" He then walked over to a window and looked out.

Ganol saw Theor. He too was robbed of his sword but continued to sleep. Ganol shook him and woke him up. Theor rolled over with a groan then asked, "Ready to go already?"

"Shhhh...quiet or we're Nasgul bait," cried one of the Orcs.

Ganol realized they were undergroud, and their swords lay on a shelf with two others, obviously the other two Orcs'. He got up and walked over to them, when one of the Orcs pulled him back and said, "Don't go near that, those swords are cursed. One of them is the Orc Killer. It will slit your throat by itself."

Ganol shook him off and picked it up, then put it on his belt. Laughing, he said, "You imbosille. It is a lie. I have carried this sword many miles and it has not once betrayed me of slaying a man."

He pulled out the sword, which obviously glowed blue. He jokingly jabbed at the other Orcs while Theor burst out laughing. Suddenly, Ganol was pulled by the sword and drove the sword through one of their hearts. The Orc slumped to the floor while the other Orc glared at him and grabbed a pot, threw it at Ganol, and ran.

Ganol looked out the window just in time to see the Orc dive off a cliff to his death. The two hobbits walked out of the underground house to find themselves looking down a large moutain. The two Orcs must have carried them up most of the way to the top. The wind was howling but under the armor, it was quite warm since it was designed for such a thing.

The two hobbits continued up the path for only a few meters until they spied a large building with towers and steeples sticking way above the clouds to where they couldn't see. The two snuck up and entered through an open window into a hallway where three men yelled at them. Ganol and Theor drew their swords and fought off the three. Once all three were on the ground dead, they heard someone running. Fearing, they ran and began to try to fit in as new recruits.