[Nice-Smeagol]

Mornovarion could see mountains in the distance, not mountains like the ones he would look at as a child, far to the north of their village, but black cold mountains with a great black smoke sround them, the border of Mordor. "Not long now, my pretties, not long now!" laughed the orc captain. Now they were descending into the marshes, flies were everywhere and the water that they were forced to run through was a thick and dirty-looking liquid. It could hardly even be called water.
When night, which grew ever-longer as they came closer to the Black Land, came, lights and faces appeared in the water. Mornovarion heard voices speaking to him, "Join us, come into the water, it is sooo nice", but the orcs warned them against entering the water, and, Mornovarion decided, whatever an orc didn't want to enter for fear of evil, Mornovarion wanted nothing to do with.
The party stopped by the stump of an old blasted tree. It appeared they were waiting for somebody, or something. Soon out of the mist came a group of figures. As they came closer Mornovarion saw that they were wearing long black cloaks.