[Nice-Smeagol]

Mornovarion dreamed.
He dreamed of the foul tortures the orcs had put him under, he saw his family and friends strapped to nearby racks.He remembered about the figure that had entered the torture chamber. The orcs had stopped immedidietly and ran to cower and hide.The figure wore a long black cloak so that noone could see it's face. It had walked around the room studying everyone. Then it spoke in the Common Tongue, "If you wish to be relieved of your pain, speak up now. For I have a task for one of you."
Mornovarion had spoken first. He had been taken off the rack and brought into another room.He had been told if he would kill king Thranduil, he and his family would be granted their freedom. He had tried to say no, as he knew what the terrible consequences of the kings murder would be. Yet, he could not turn down the offer. The figure had laughed as if sensing his inner strugle. It was a cruel hissing sound as if someone had placed serpents in the thing's mouth. An orc had came in with a branding iron and had branded a sign on his arm.
The Eye.
He woke with a start to find he was not in the Dark Tower, but in the healers quarters. He felt his arm to feel if the mark of the branding was still there. It was. Then it hadn't been a dream, only a memory.