As the days passed, The terrain grew darker and rockier with each mile. They reached a line of black, rugged mountains one evening and Jecht bid them to let the horses go (NoOo NOT MY BUBBA! *sob*)
As, they wouldnt be much use for the rest of the trip unless they ran out of food.
An interesting idea, Collette thought, and as they began to hike, she was filled with the thoughts of what grilled horse would taste like....
It began to rain. The water looked black like the clouds that swirled angrily above them, And in the hot air, the rain felt neither cool nor refreshing, but hot and sticky and uncomfortable.
" Are we in Mordor?" She whispered to her companions.
They rounded over a rocky 'hill'. "Its right there.." Replied Jecht, as they observed the Dark terrain with gloominess. Collette felt the hope drain from her.
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A Hobbit of Bywater
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