[Cimmerian]

The air reeked of a familiar and welcoming stench as Azruks eyes lit up. War!
His spies reported the amassing of elven armies by the far end of the Bruinin. A few days ago Azruk discovered that Elrond, the lord of rivendell was a captive under his very nose. Thrakatburz had an agenda unknown to him. She was quite the schemer... all the more reason to have her company.

After having his fun with Elrond, who was now a beaten and broken elf, hardly recognisable, Azruk set off to marshall his troops. The vast army was fresh and ready for battle. They would enjoy spilling more elf-blood again. The Bruinin would run red in elfblood. More power to the Uruks.

The Nazgul commander appeared to have suffered a defeat at the early attack, but no matter the war was his to win. Uruk archers armed the walls and makeshift towers as hordes of orcs prepared to stem the elf assault.

Thrakatburz was again nowhere to be seen. But it didn't matter, she was not needed in the heat of battle, but better suited at other engagements.

The giant Kurhg led the orcs on the ground, as the other Uruks on horseback were ever at the ready. Azruk sipped wine and eagerly anticipated the attack from the elves. Lothlorien can wait, he would enjoy crushing Elenna and her forces once again. His dark eyes gleamed in the firelight. War!