Fell Beast IV: Flight of the Fell Beast

AN - This is an entry for OSA Drabble Challenge #79 - Trouble, and is also a sequel to my other stories, Fell Beast, Fell Beast II, and Fell Beast III, which can be found on this archive if anyone is feeling particularly masochistic. Word count is exactly 100 words as per the challenge stipulations.


What a marvellous beast!

Despite all the chewed up suits of armour, torn curtains, man-high piles of doings on Minas Morgul’s floor (and why were they always outside his room? Never Khamûl’s?), the Witch King had to admit that the beast was a worthy steed. He soared across the charcoal plains of Mordor, occasionally swooping down just to test the steering and let Fluffy chomp up an orc or two. Marvellous.

Yet as he saw Barad-dûr come steadily closer, a thought struck the Witch King with a sudden chilly panic.

How the bloody hell do you land this thing?