Avankiri stopped outside the door and looked around. The gentle breeze. The flat, serene plains. The tranquil mountains...All of this looked so beautiful in the springtime. But, he had a job to do. Avan left Edoras as quickly as he'd come, riding off for Gondor.
In the tower of Minas Morgul, which certainly looked empty to normal people, Enris sat quietly upon his throne. A dark smiled formed on his hooded face. "It has begun...Master..."
Before him stood his lord and master, the ultimate embodiment of hatred, power, death, and deception, Morfit, the new Dark Lord.
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