Indur took a long bath and dressed clothes brought by servant. It weren't perfectly fit but still much better than his own torn and sweated heavily. It wasn't a common clothing either, seemed more sophisticated as black robes were fine made and soft in touch.
When he left the bathroom, already clothed, with clean hair pulled behind, Mouth was already waiting for him. Seeing him, he got up and grinned, clapping hands slowly few times as mocking applause.
- Now, Il-Indur, you look like a noble man... Lovely, so lovely, really. Now, follow me. We have some miles to Barad - dur.
Man followed him till entrance, seeing outside his horse staying close to other animal, much bigger and whole black as tar. It was already dusk and sky was reddish, making the desert landscape looking as burning.
Indur looked at the east, seeing a huge, spiky tower - so tall, it's peak disappeared in thin clouds.
- The fangs of Mordor. - Mouth explained seriously - This is, were our Ma