Very Short Story- Wick
"The dark lord's power grows." Elrond said.
"I have taken steps. This morning I let a dog into Mordor. Sauron slew it."
"I do not understand, Mithrandir." Galadriel said, puzzlement upon her fair features.
"The dog belongs to John Wick."
"Oh, damn! Sauron's toast!"














