[Cimmerian]

I, Azruk, greatest of the Fighting Black Uruk-Hai sit on my high horse marshalling my troops. I command an army blessed by Sauron himself. My half-brother Ugluk, has shamed our kind by allying with the damned Istari. He will die if our paths cross.

Orcs make the bulk of my militia, of all sizes, kinds and skill. They will be the frontline in attack, the first ones to fall as they stem the flow of the Elvin archers. They will be supported by the troops of wild men and of men under the power of the mighty Sauron.
My faithful pack of Wargs will run interference. And making up the core of this assault force are my Fighting Black Uruk-Hai.

We have reached the borders of the Ford at Rivendell. We await till darkness, for it will aid us in our sorties. There will be elf corpses a plenty to stain the white waters come this night.

Hail Sauron!