[Cimmerian]

Azalel thundered into full view of Thrakatburz's tent and Azruk could hear high pitched voices now. One was clearly of Thrakatburz herself and the other...but his thoughts stopped short as he picked up another scent, vaguely familiar but not of much importance.

The great black demon-steed barged into the Dark Witch's tent and both the occupants turned to look into Azruk's blood-red eyes. They screamed in reflex and stood as if frozen. Azruk dismounted with a loud thud and stood towering over the two women, his eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring. Azalel neighed and ran off, knowing what his master's wrath was capable of.

But Azruk threw back his head and guffawed loudly. Turning to Thrakatburz, he said,"Why do you waste time with this beaten elf, we are victorious. You should be rejoicing with us at the halls of Rivendell."

To this Thrakatburz smiled and beat her eyelashes at the mighty Uruk, trying hard not to betray her fears of the plans she had intended.

The Uruk turned to the heavily breathing Aman, "You have survived, that is commendable yet you prolong your agony. I have no more time to waste on you as matters more pressing take my mind. I leave her in your loving care, sweet Thrakatburz." He said to the evil woman, a yellow toothed grin flashing across his blood stained face.

As he stepped out of the tent, he noticed a small huddled figure hiding behind some rocks near the tent. He reached out and siezed the small, squat and furry creature.

"A halfling?" he said amused, as the hobbit wriggled and whimpered. "What did Lord Sauron say about a halfling, I cannot remember", growlred Azruk, "Bah, I have no time for such musings, I will secure this creature at Rivendell for later use and seek reinforements to fortify the citadel for even as I speak here, Elenna gathers forces to oust me from Rivendell".