Alva: the first time I met Idril was when I was hunted by a caragor pack. She was in the same pickle I was, can't say she didn't try to fight them!
"So, what brings you here?"
"Chased by caragors, you?"
"Dealing with a pack of fangs myself, but I'll survive."
"Idril."
"Alva."
The caragor packs have merged together, continuing to pursue the girls!
"So, anything we can do to get these fangs off our trail?"
Ur-Bemu: they called me the Mountain, but I just had to do something. Like the shadow scorpions say, any tark worth befriending is a tark worth saving!
"Get off, you mangy mutts! Don't come any closer, understand?"
"An olog just saved us, that olog just saved us."
Ur-Bemu: guess minas ithil just wasn't enough, hmmm? You thought that you could outsmart The very thing that runs the blood of your kind? You're sick with greed and a lust For that, you will give up your will and your pride You're hoping you will be saved No matter what you have raised Behold the depths of depravity and decay It's happened on your watch Your time is running out before worlds collide You went and opened the box And then it came in a slick little package That drove you insane 'Cause your thirst for cool stuff Is never slaked And now the end is nigh, the apocalypse here In a package that's not what it appears You may ask why the beasts, well that's all it takes When you're made within mordor In a valley of demise.
"Yes sir, you've walked into a realm where up is down, good is bad, and insanity reigns supreme. This is what describes Mordor in all its glory, nothing can deny this! You got it?"
"Yeah, we got it."
Alva: this olog decided to continue his rant about how awesome he thought mordor was, not that we were interested. But when Idril's eyes turned a sinister black, was when it was decided to go see the shadow scorpions about this. And so, we started a fateful journey.