Post by The Mouth of Sauron on May 31, 2011 2:48:17 GMT
A day and a half since the Mouth of Sauron rode from the Gates of Dol Guldur
The Mouth was tired and weary his stomach hurt and his lips were dry. He gave half of his meal to the Orc behind him and they ate it while still riding. His horse was exhausted from only having about 5 breaks on the ride here. They had finally reached the area of the Misty Mountains close to Mount Gundabad. The route to get here was mostly plains they only recently went up the Mountains. It was freezing cold here. How the hell could the Goblins live in this kind of place? The Mouth asked himself in his head. The Mouth untied the sack of meat off of his horse. The Orc got down and began to sit down on ground instead of that uncomfortable horse. They all needed a break.
Looking around the Mountains were gray and there was an abundance of snow even though they hadn't gone too far up the Mountain. What crap work the Mouth was doing. Next time he was in Mordor he would appreciate the heat. The Mouth got up again. He wanted to make this quick so he could get off this damned mountain and back to Dol Guldur as fast as he could. The Orc was still sitting down on the snow still wondering why he was there. The Mouth picked up the sack once again and rolled it around in the snow making the ground a bit bloody and spreading the smell around. He looked back at the Orc he was still sitting on the snow. The Mouth came closer to the Orc and dropped the sack of meat which was sort of rotting by now.
"Orc turn around for a second." The Mouth ordered the Orc so the Orc turned his back and at that instant The Mouth drove the Elven Arrow into his back making sure to hit it right where it would kill. The Orc fell to the ground immediately his blood seeping out from the wound. The Mouth then took the letter and put it on the corpse and led his horse away from the scene. He was out of sight but what the Mouth was waiting for was the howl of wolves.
He spent about Twenty minutes where he was and then there it was. The howl and it was nearby toward where the site was. The Mouth got up and rushed there. There were five wolves there two of them started biting at the corpse and the bag of meat. The other three were preparing to dig in as well. Drawing his sword into hand The Mouth approached the small pack. He caught one of them by surprise taking it's head off. Once he did that the Wolves stopped what they were doing and broke off from the corpses and surrounded the Mouth. The biggest Wolf charged at him and so did the Mouth and the Mouth cut clean through it's belly when it jumped. The third wolf came from behind and jumped him it would have got him if the Mouth didn't have his dagger. As the Mouth leaped forth The Mouth had his dagger ready and swung it stabbing it at the side it's head. Three dead. The fourth one came at him just like the large one and the Mouth killed it in the same manner. Then finally the Fifth one became smart and turned to run away unfortunately for it the Mouth threw his dagger and hit it in the back it collapsed but it didn't kill. The Mouth was enjoying this as he started to grin he went up to the Wolf and finished it driving his sword down onto it's heart. The job was done. Leaving the Mouth left the corpse that had bite marks on it and the bag of meat and the corpses of the Wolves. Going back to his horse he got on and rode off down the mountain back to Dol Guldur.
On the day of the attack on Lothlorien The Mouth better see a horde of Goblins so that not only could they help in the invasion but meet with their leader out in the open where they both were on equal playing fields instead of having to go into their caves and lairs and be bent to their terms.
The Mouth was tired and weary his stomach hurt and his lips were dry. He gave half of his meal to the Orc behind him and they ate it while still riding. His horse was exhausted from only having about 5 breaks on the ride here. They had finally reached the area of the Misty Mountains close to Mount Gundabad. The route to get here was mostly plains they only recently went up the Mountains. It was freezing cold here. How the hell could the Goblins live in this kind of place? The Mouth asked himself in his head. The Mouth untied the sack of meat off of his horse. The Orc got down and began to sit down on ground instead of that uncomfortable horse. They all needed a break.
Looking around the Mountains were gray and there was an abundance of snow even though they hadn't gone too far up the Mountain. What crap work the Mouth was doing. Next time he was in Mordor he would appreciate the heat. The Mouth got up again. He wanted to make this quick so he could get off this damned mountain and back to Dol Guldur as fast as he could. The Orc was still sitting down on the snow still wondering why he was there. The Mouth picked up the sack once again and rolled it around in the snow making the ground a bit bloody and spreading the smell around. He looked back at the Orc he was still sitting on the snow. The Mouth came closer to the Orc and dropped the sack of meat which was sort of rotting by now.
"Orc turn around for a second." The Mouth ordered the Orc so the Orc turned his back and at that instant The Mouth drove the Elven Arrow into his back making sure to hit it right where it would kill. The Orc fell to the ground immediately his blood seeping out from the wound. The Mouth then took the letter and put it on the corpse and led his horse away from the scene. He was out of sight but what the Mouth was waiting for was the howl of wolves.
He spent about Twenty minutes where he was and then there it was. The howl and it was nearby toward where the site was. The Mouth got up and rushed there. There were five wolves there two of them started biting at the corpse and the bag of meat. The other three were preparing to dig in as well. Drawing his sword into hand The Mouth approached the small pack. He caught one of them by surprise taking it's head off. Once he did that the Wolves stopped what they were doing and broke off from the corpses and surrounded the Mouth. The biggest Wolf charged at him and so did the Mouth and the Mouth cut clean through it's belly when it jumped. The third wolf came from behind and jumped him it would have got him if the Mouth didn't have his dagger. As the Mouth leaped forth The Mouth had his dagger ready and swung it stabbing it at the side it's head. Three dead. The fourth one came at him just like the large one and the Mouth killed it in the same manner. Then finally the Fifth one became smart and turned to run away unfortunately for it the Mouth threw his dagger and hit it in the back it collapsed but it didn't kill. The Mouth was enjoying this as he started to grin he went up to the Wolf and finished it driving his sword down onto it's heart. The job was done. Leaving the Mouth left the corpse that had bite marks on it and the bag of meat and the corpses of the Wolves. Going back to his horse he got on and rode off down the mountain back to Dol Guldur.
On the day of the attack on Lothlorien The Mouth better see a horde of Goblins so that not only could they help in the invasion but meet with their leader out in the open where they both were on equal playing fields instead of having to go into their caves and lairs and be bent to their terms.