[Cimmerian]

The darkness outside was yet to reach it's apex as the Uruk commander of this large assembled army , Azruk, held a final counsel with his trusted counselors and advisors consisting of five large black uruks, two elder orcs and a female of great beauty and evil.
The uruks, Narcis, Kurhg, Deshnok, Sokursh and Ornahk; the orcs, Hinaskh and Murhks sat silently and looked at the ravishing Thrakatburz in awe as she spoke.

Azruk held her counsel in the highest regard for seldom were her instructions wrong and never had her judgment gone array.

Word had come to them of the capture of the Elf lord Elrond, but no one at this camp had authorized such an order. Thrakatburz warns of this as being a deception on the part of the elves. Is there a third player in this game, she wonders.

At around this point Azruk notices the strange way that Murhks held himself, he seemed to be having difficulty in comprehending their tongue and also reports from a crebain spy told of him being seen offering some of their draught to a captive human female in their camp.
Suspicious, Azruk sends Murhks off to scout ahead.

Then word comes from the spies in the citadel that Elenna herself leads the elves defenses in the absence of Elrond. And word also of the presence Celebmundoiel of Lorein.
Azruk licks his lips at the thouht of finally getting his hands and claws on these two of his nemesis'.
But what really perks his interest and makes Narcis sit bolt upright is word of the great archer Keldin. Narcis and Kedlin's enemity go back into the mists of time, and Narcis was proud to have had a hand in the demise of his soulmate, Mallome.

This changes things, thought Azruk, as Kedlin's skills in archery were surpassed by none save Legolas of Mirkwood. Maybe Narcis could get in a lucky shot. It was time to assemble the assualt force.

Riding out on his steed, the firey black stallion, Azalel, he motions to his troops to fall in and take battle formations. He rides in front of the savages he commands and holds up his hand, " This night will be long remembered, my loyal ones, this night we lay waste the accursed elven creed of Rivendell"

There is a loud roar of approval.

"This night, Rivendell" Soared Thrakatburz' shrill cold voice, " the next Lorein and then Mirkwood and on and on...."

There is a louder roar from the massive sea of orcs, men, animals and uruks.

"Hail Sauron!"

The juggernaut begins it's advance on Rivendell.

The wheels of war are in motion.