[Cimmerian]

Azruk gnashed his teeth as he rode into Rivendell, news reached him of certain deaths of Narcis and Sokursh. He looked around and gathered up some elf slaves.

Azruk proceeded in killing them barehandedly and drinking thier blood. He was a savage, ruthless creature and if he wasn't stopped all Elfkind was doomed.

The new troops fortified the walls of the city and took thier places, not much was heard of the Elves that had escaped and not much from Thrakatburz either.

Something else also kept nagging his mind, but he couldn't remember what. Possibly a thing of "little" consequence.

But no Matter, Rivendell was his and was well fortified to withstand any counter attack. Soon it would be time to move against Mirkwood. Not now but soon.

Azruk's eyes blazed evil hatred as he sipped wine and blood from Elrond's finest wine jars, the elf maidservant shivered at this unholy sight.