Caladwen was a baby elf who lost her family. She was all alone when Sauron, Lord of Mordor found her. He took her back to Mordor with him and raised her as his own. She grew up to become a beautiful elf. She is a great fighter in combat. When Sauron...
I was inside Minas Morgul, preparing for the war that my father was about to start with the help of the Witch-king and I. I was inside a room, changing into a black outfit that is suitable for the tasks at hand. I dressed the dark outfit up with high black boots, that came to the bottom of my knees. Then, I put my quiver on, along with strapping my sword and daggers on. And finally I put on some finger jewelry. Everything was in place and I was ready for the war.
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I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a blonde haired elf, dressed in a black outfit, but I didn't see myself. At least not anymore. I am lost and confused. I don't know what is right or wrong anymore. I have listened to my father for so long, that I don't even know what I think is best or wrong. The Witch-king of Angmar came into the room, so I quickly stopped staring at the mirror and turned around.
"The time has come." informed the Witch-king.
I nodded my head once. I walked over to the Witch-king and said, "Well then, lets get to it."
I tried to walk past the Witch-king of Angmar, but he grabbed me by the arm, causing me to stop. I looked back at the Witch-king, who was looking me up and down.
"What is it?" I asked.
"You look beautiful, especially in that color. You always have." complimented the Witch-king of Angmar.
The Witch-king let go of my arm and walked off. Even though the compliment was sweet, I hated the fact that it came form the Witch-king. But, I stopped thinking about it and went downstairs, where I saw an army of orcs waiting. Along with Sadron and a fell beast, saddled up and ready for the battles at hand.
I held my head high and put on a serious face, as I walked over to Sadron. I placed my hands on the saddle and put my left food in the stirrup, as I pulled myself up onto Sadron. I grabbed the reins and held them in my hands, as I placed my right foot in the other stirrup. Before I could ride up to the front of the army, the Witch-king stopped me once more. I looked down at him.
"We ride to Osgiliath and then to Minas Tirith."
"Very well." I replied.
The Witch-king walked away from me and went over to the fell beast where he climbed onto its back. I rode Sadron to the front of the orc army and waited for the gate doors to open. And once they were, I led the army out of Minas Morgul, while the Witch-king looked on from the sky. We are heading to Osgiliath, where we will trick the soldiers of Minas Tirith, and then the main battle will commence between Mordor and the people of Minas Tirith.
