The reign of Saroun
Red moved through the dark town of Hobbiton or what was left of it, the dark ruins of the once quite and peaceful town were left in utter chaos. The dark one had left his mark all over the land of Middle earth, his hands reached out and touched even the far reaches of the world. Yet the shire was one of the more safer places... if you could call anywhere safe, the dark one had covered the land in darkness and flames, the time of death had come.
None save a few kept from the his shadows, few stood against him still and lived. The hope of life slipped every day, and there foe only grew as the time passed... It was now or never. Red had called upon the last few people in the world who would stand against the dark one, a call to regain hope to push the shadows back and heal the land.
Red called to the Valor with a cry of pain, of sadness and he heard no answer since they had left, his prayers seemed to be in vain. Where had they gone and why had they left them to this fate, no he had the dream, a dream of a land renewed. Red knew this was their last chance to live, and yet it was so close to death, this had to work... had to.
Moving with stealth through the broken land Red picked out the spot he had chosen for this meeting, it was hidden from anyone who was not searching for it. Slipping into a small door Red entered into a good sized hill, it was a old dwelling of a hobbit long since gone into more secret hiding or death. The housing was small and the house left in better tact the the others he had found, if things went to plan this would be where he lead his band in saving the land of Middle earth.
Quickly shutting the door Red made his way lower into the house to the floor below, the stairs were old, but he had become good at sneaking through places like this. The room down stairs was more like a basement for storing things, but after a little bit of moving, and rebuilding it had a single table and a couple of torches which he began to light. On the table there were a couple of paper that held basic plans on starting his war, they were little and would serve only as a outline.
Around the room were three doors, two which held two more rooms, and the other into a hall that held five more rooms, four on the sides and one straight forward. Time was short and Red made sure his weapons were in tact and his head clear, for the time was drawing close for the meeting to start and the fate of the world changed...
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