[Morsul the Dark]

Harold seemed to tower over Sam as he finished his speech. Sam feared his father but he feared death more. Sam slumped down in a chair a tear running down his cheek, "I'll go," He said trying not to let his fear show or be heard. He began to walk back to his house.

As he walked, Harold's words filled his head, 'there would be no mercy.' He was right and Sam knew it. Sam went into his living room and packed his pipeweed, some provisions, and two changes of clothes. He went out to the stable and put his pack on its back and mounted the steed.

Sam looked back at the Estate, "I will never be able to return here," Sam said sadly. He decided to ride off the his brother's house. He wiped the remaining tears from his face. Then he saw his father riding ot from the estate, "May you burn in Morgoth's Halls," Sam whispered in a deathly cold voice.