11. The Tower of Cirith Ungol
He enters the courtyard, but the orcs have done his work. Up stairs; a single orc patrols, the Elf-Lord wields his sword.
He runs finding the top, no doors, but this must be it. Singing begins and a faint reply comes, but an orc comes to punish. A whip, but anger arose and the orc fell. His master lies there with nothing. He must travel in orc-fashion., bearing his burden.
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