And so he had carried it, covered of course, through the broken Isenmouthe, across Udun and through the ruins of the Black Gate. Orcs still dwelt in Gorgoth and Udun, but they were few and did not trouble an armed man in garb of Rhun. A few wild beasts however had thought he might make a meal, so he had made them his.
Leaving the broken Teeth of Mordor, he had gone west, away from Dagorlad and towards the northern reaches of Ithilien.
He had then headed south through Northern Ithilien, not turning aside at Henneth Annun to cross at Cair Andros, but continuing to the crossroads, for that was the gentlest road and Udun and Gorgoth had been dark and wearisome places to traverse. Besides which, the folk he met in Ithilien said that Osgiliath, while still under repair, was a sight worth seeing.
They also told him, once he had introduced himself and given his promise to cause no trouble, that while visitors were welcome in Ithilien and permitted to hunt to feed themselves, he was to take only what he needed and no more.