[The Perky Ent]

Climbing down the stairs, Arathorn held his torch tight. If it fell, it would be a long way down. Looking around, Arathorn could tell that, as run down as the place looked, it wasn't empty. Hearing a scratching noice, Arathorn looked back at Owacyn, who had also looked behind him. Thinking nothing of it, Arathorn continued down the black sharp stairs to the dungeons of Carn Dum.

After about an hour of walking down the steps, Arathorn could see the bottom. It was smooth, even black marble, similar to that of Isengard. At the bottom, Arathorn could also see a small canal running through the middle, and continuing for miles. Halfway in the middle of the canal, there was a small, crumbling, bridge, which connected both sides. "Quiet men!" Arathorn said, looking behind him as he stepped onto the ground. "Shadows must not even know our presence!" As the men rested on the ground, Hanindur saw something very strange. "What is that light on the stairs?" He said, pointing to a soft, red light slowly comming down. Then, spontaniously, the elves jumped off the stairs onto the ground. "You really didn't think we'd let you have all the fun, did you?" Elladan said, greeting the men. Elrohir and Eldin followed close behind. "I figured as much" Arathorn said, taking a close look at the stairs, making sure it was just them. Arathorn wouldn't risk anything. That is, anything if he knew about it.