[This is a Role-playing creation for "The Land of Shadow" a Mordor based group. It is written from the perspective of the Nazgul Lord Khamul.]
By the bidding of my Lord Sauron, I have begun my assault on southern Mirkwood.
About this creation
The elves that are here stand no chance against my armies. Few of them remain here, as much of Lord Saurons darkness lingers in this place. It feels right for a Nazgul to return.
The few elven scouts fought bravely for their kind, but they are no match for the mercilous might of my well-trained Uruks.
They were all killed. None were left alive. We need no hostages.
Quickly, the Uruks began to chop and destroy the trees. I wish for no trees.
They mount the heads of the dead elves on spears, as warning to others who would fight against us.
The Uruks begin a chant. "Sauron! Sauron!" they chant, filling the air with their deep gutteral growls.
One of them lifts a torch, and sets it too the fallen wood.
Flame lights it, burning, burning, burning on.
Though no one can see, I smile, pleased at my conquest.
I am Khamul, second of the Nazgul, Lord of Dol Guldor! The free peoples shall fall to the might of Mordor!