Going Home

On the road to Minas Morgul

Night, April 9th, TA 3019

The Mordor embassy packed up and left an hour or two after dark, to begin the long ride to Minas Morgul. It was beginning to rain, and threatened to rain hard all night. The Mordor folk didn't feel secure outside their own land. They headed for home as soon as their business in Osgiliath was finished.

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On the road to Minas Tirith

Morning, April 10th, TA 3019

The Gondor embassy rode toward Minas Tirith first thing the following morning. The roads were muddy, but the sun had come out again. Some of the White Council members rode with them.

"I'm surprised Sauron could sit on a horse." said Pallando. "We had all been drinking. He didn't drink that much, but he can't hold his liquor and he was feeling it."

"But a very good thing came out of that meeting yesterday. When we first sat down together after the treaty negotiations were done, Sauron wrote out and signed official papers to have Frodo moved from Barad-dûr to Minas Morgul, and to authorize his release from Minus Morgul to a delegate from Gondor. He gave the letters to Uvatha, who left right away to deliver them. He even remembered to write a letter of safe passage to Minas Morgul and back for the Gondor delegate. I have it right here." He pulled out an official looking square of parchment sealed with the emblem of the Lidless Eye. One of us can come and collect Frodo within the week."

"I'd like be the one to go." said Faramir. "I released him into that black land. I should be the one to bring him home."