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Exactly 39 Uruk-Hai plus two hobbits walked into the courtyard of Dol Guldur. Zamoliskl of The Organisation was there to meet them.
“Welcome to Dol Guldur,” he said.
“Gul Guldor?” asked a confused Pippin.
“Dol Guldur” Zamoliskl corrected with irritation.
“Dul Dooldor?”
“Dol Guldur!”
“Gul Duldor?”
“Dol Guldur!!!”
“Ooooooh… Gul Dulgure!”
Zamoliskl gave up. “I am Grand champion Zamoliskl.”
“Zammawisky?”
“That’s Grand Champion Zammawisky to you!” bellowed an orc, drawing his sword.
“SHUT UP!” Zamoliskl said to both of them. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
“I hope you have a ... pleasant stay in our dungeons.”
“Do we get bed-and-breakfast?” asked Pippin hopefully.
“No you don’t!” snapped Zamoliskl, who felt like he was losing control of the situation.
“Oh, that guy told us we’d get bed-and-breakfast.”
“No, that was Isengard, understand!?” said an orc, a veteran from the War of the Ring.*
“Oh yeah, sorry, one evil fortress looks just like another to me.”
Zamoliskl decided to try a gloat. “You will never escape; we are prepared for you friends’ arrival. They will be cut down, like lambs in a slaughter-house,” he laughed maniacally, feeling much better. He had always liked gloating and felt it to be one of the few perks of the job.
“Are you my mummy?” asked Merry.
“Shut up, and take off that stupid mask,” said Zamoliskl. He turned to the orcs. “Take them to the dungeon; I grow tired of their foolishness.”
The hobbits were marched down the stairs to the awaiting dungeon.
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