[The Perky Ent]

Arathorn was having trouble getting sleep. He couldn't deside if it was because of the towering black castle shadowing him, or the fact that his horse had picked a really bad time to go to the bathroom. Whatever the matter, it caused Arathorn to get up and walk around. "So much history" Arathorn said, looking around the fields surrounding Angmar. All around the ground were remnants of skeletons shattered from battle. "Much evil rests here" Hanindur said, walking up to Arathorn. He too was facing the same sleeping problems as Arathorn. "I still don't see why we should come. The orcs only came this way. We don't know if they came in. Face it, Arathorn. It's been deserted for years." "Then what's the harm? I know you mean well, Hanindur, but this is something I have to do. After all, how often do you get to come here? And what if the orcs didn't come here? Then that makes it even safer." Arathorn said, picking up a rusty sword from the ground.

"Not necessarily" Elladan said, walking behind Hanindur. "Say something dark still festers there. If the orcs came, it would have killed them, and revealed itself. If the orcs didn't come, and something is there, we betting hope we don't catch it's eye." "We won't" Arathorn said, putting the sword back on the ground. "I promise."