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It was after a long day. The five year old girl was dragging a large fish, almost twice the size as herself, towards the slave quarters close to the lake. Hiding amongst the bushes and using a much smaller fish as a decoy, the little girl panted as she paused. Orcs had a history of stealing good catches from the Nurnhoth, which was why the girl was acting extra cautious bringing the large catfish she was lucky enough to harpoon back home.

A crimson and black dress was adorned on a young girl, barely eleven years of age. She was dressed like dark royalty, wearing a black crown upon her head. Her hair had grown long, neatly brushed back in curled locks. Her skin was white like snow. Her eyes were a dark gold brown. Seated upon a throne far larger than her, she held a sorcerer's scepter in her little hands, gazing out the red stain glass windows in the dark throne room belonging to her father.

As the three friends entered Mordor, an uncomfortable feeling passed through them, but they all ignored it. They kept moving through Cirith Gorgor, defeating any orcs in their path, and they passed through Carach Angren. If they all weren't immune to fear, a wave of dread would have taken over their minds - but with the presence of two Eldar, the shadow of Mordor was nothing to them.