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 * 1) author:Ramzeyah of Near Harad


 * 1) title:Middle-earth Chronicles


 * 1) types:Dead marshes, Middle-earth

I have traveled far and wide, and seen many a corner of this vast land, but there is nothing as depressing as where I am at the moment. The people of the west call this The Dead Marshes, and there would be no better fitting name. Like me, my camel is tired and hungry, and there is no grass to feed him here. Only these hard, black, dead marsh plants. I have been trodding through this horrid wasteland for ages and ages, what feels like months, though it could not have been more than a couple days. It would be extremely easy to die here. My soul has given up. I am no more than a walking corpse, which is a bit more than those which I see in the waters. Dead men, elves and orcs alike, all drowned in this stinking brown plain. The water is strangely dark, and I would rather die from thirst than try to drink out of it. There are corpses everywhere, lying on the bottom of these horrid muddle puddles, calling out to me. "Come," they say, "give up. There is no point..." and a part of me agrees. This is the most melancholy place in all of Middle-earth. Is there no end to this accursed swampland? It is growing dark, or should I say, darker. Sleep comes like a wave, so solid I can almost touch it. Everything in this place whispers of death. No point in doing anything, better to just drown and die, along with the other corpses... the only thought which is keeping me from diving into these poisoned waters, is that this would be a horrible place to die. Nobody would ever remember me, just like these other dead people. Nameless, sad, and rotting away. Never leaving a mark on this world. As I go to sleep, the burning log next to me producing the only light in this entire land, I think about how nice it is to have a camel with you to lean on. Have I been by myself, I would have died, but his grunts and snorts keep me awake and alive, help me remember that I am still here. I do not remember what madness drove me to this place, but I am going to head back now. No point in staying here, as there is nothing to see. I have heard of strange whispers about green trolls out in the middle of this wasteland, but I have not seen anyone. Not even the orcs which tend to be everywhere. This land is forever empty. How anyone, let alone a dumb troll, could survive out here, is a mystery to me. As I drift off to sleep, I dream of green trolls, cats and donkeys, all inside a big yellow tree. Obviously just a dream, right? I will never know, as I do not wish to go to the middle of this cursed swamp, but if the destination is as merry as it seemed in my dream, perhaps this horrid land would not be as bad. The very next day, I am only half awake, and I make haste back the way I have come. What adventure can this land bring me other than wet shoes and sorrow? For any strange reason however, I keep thinking about that tree, and green trolls and donkeys living inside. Just a dream?  