Argon poked his head outside the tunnel and mumbled curses. A black cloud had gathered in the sky. It only meant one person; or one thing. Angmar, He thought rapidly, Now look what you have brought apon us, Mara.

He looked around and saw that a black object had begun to walk on the ground. He felt even more shocked when the figure made its way toward him and Mara. Aregon cursed and went back to Mara, who was standing quite still and scared. She looked up at him with fear written all over her face. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make him come here!" She screamed at him.

"You best have thought about that before you went screeching like a wild animal! And keep it down. He may not know where we are, though I'm pretty sure he saw me." He looked over his shoulder at the black figure who had almost reached the tunnel entrance.

"Now, what is he doing here?"

She shook her head and answered, shakily,"He's coming for me," Mara looked over her shoulder. The figure had stopped moving at the entrance."Dont step in his way. He will kill you." Her seriousness was only met with Aregon's amused glare.

"That man has tried many times to kill me. He is a fool to think that he ever could."

"When he gets me," she continued, "He will bring me to Mordor, to my father. But when he does....you MUST save me! It could make this world change dramatically if my father lays a hand on me." Aregon was curious to know why, but the man had spotted him and began to walk over.

"Why, hello old brother. It looks as if you are hiding my mission." The black shape said as he looked behind him at Mara. "And, why did you summon me here? You interupped me and Ellnor making out." He said annoyed. Aregon bit his finger and tried not to laugh.

"Angmar, she is sorry. We never meant to......interrupt your buisness with Ell." He said, almost ready to fall to the ground laughing. Angmar whirled his head around to face him.

"Oh, so you think this is a joke? Well, it isn't."

"What?" Aregon said, blankly.

"Whatever. I'm just here to get Mara." Before anyone could say anything, Angmar had wings; his waist down covered in scales and his feet with talons. He cocked his head at the ranger, "Have a bad day!", he said, and gripped Mara's shoulders in his talons. Bricks above shattered as he lifted off with Mara through the ceiling.