Twenty years ago I walked through this forest and the fear beat through my veins. But even now I could still hear the hoofs beating off the ground and the thick breathing that came from the Naz'gul.

"Tell me father... what did you do here those long years ago?" said my dear daughter Jane

For she was to young for such a tale I said that I went there to hide and play. When truthfully it was to hide and to survive. But now it was beautiful and the smell of spring was in the air. Now as the sun set I had a troubling thought. Where is Sam?