Post by Fenrir on Sept 25, 2007 16:32:12 GMT -5
Fenrir had wandered from Mordor to the north. He had grown tired of the constant heat from Mount Doom, and decided to travel to where it was colder. He wondered through and around the mountains. He had no idea where he was nor did he care. He just wanted to walk. And keep on walking. Then on top of a mountain he heard a roar. It was a very strong roar, like nothing he had ever heard before. He heard rumors that dragons were still alive in these parts, but he did not nesseccarily beleive it. He disconcerned himself with the noise and kept on walking, in the cold snowy night
