Chapter 21:
It was a long ride from Helms Deep to Minas Morgul, but Travis had finally made it. Travis wasn't looking forward to meeting the Witch-king of Angmar there but he wasn't going to defy his father's orders far more than he already had. Travis hated Minas Morgul, possibly more than Mordor itself. Minas Morgul was dark and secluded, it even had a creepy glow. It is basically the evil twin city of Minas Tirith.
It is considered to be his second home. The Witch-king of Angmar would sometimes take him there for further training, that was away from Mordor. The only upside Minas Morgul had was the fact that there were less orc's there. Other than that it was a horrifying and disgusting place.
Travis rode past the two statues, located at the front of Minas Morgul. Travis rode across the bridge and he was coming closer to the structure, the gates had opened. Once he was inside, Travis dismounted his horse and had a orc hold Sadron. Then, another orc came over to him.
"Take me to the Witch-king of Angmar." Said Travis.
The orc hobbled up the stairs. Travis followed behind the orc, who eventually led him into a room, where the Witch-king of Angmar was. There were several tunnels that could lead you throughout Minas Tirith. The orc left us alone in the room, while two additional orc's helped the Witch-king of Angmar prepare for battle.
"Ah, Travis I am glad to see you have joined us in Minas Morgul." Replied the Witch-king of Angmar.
"I see you have been busy. Preparing for war are we?" Said Travis.
"Just following your father's orders." Replied the Witch-king of Angmar.
Travis leaned up against the wall, as he watched the Witch-king of Angmar being dressed in his armor. Travis had so many thoughts in his head, that was hard to just think about one. Travis kept thinking about his father's orders and how he wanted to bring war to Middle Earth, but Princess Arwen was also on his mind. It pained him so much to be away from her. Travis wished that he could have stayed with her, but he knew that he couldn't. As much as Travis wanted to leave his father's reign, he knew that if he did that he would be killed immediately. He would become a liability.
"What are you thinking about?" Said the Witch-king of Angmar.
"Just thinking." Replied Travis.
"About what?" Said the Witch-king of Angmar.
"Nothing of importance. You shouldn't be thinking about things outside of my father's orders right now." Replied Travis.
The Witch-king of Angmar stepped down from the orc's dressing him. He then walked over to Travis. When he was close enough they were face to face.
"It amazes me to see how much better the student has come, compared to the teacher. I must say that it will be a pleasure to me united, so that we can have so much power under your father's rule." Said the Witch-king of Angmar.
Hearing his words made Travis sick. He did not wish to be the dark lord in the near future, but it was something that his father wanted. And being his son Travis agreed, only to please his father.
"Now, you need to finish getting ready. After all, war is coming to Middle Earth." Replied Travis.
The Witch-king of Angmar then walked over and stepped back on the stool. Then, the orc's continued helping him. Travis walked out of the room and went to Sadron, so he could prepare for the war that his father was about to start.