[Cimmerian]

Azruk roved around inside the citadel, his uruks and orcs laid claim on all they could find, they took prisoners aplenty, though some of his most hated had fled. He smashed a hapless corspe of an elf-child with his mace, it sprayed even more blood on his already drenched face, he was victorious.

The goings on at the uruk camp by the Bruinen no longer concerned Azruk, as he was master of Rivedell now. The orcs rounded up all the captured elves and elf-friends.

Azruk addressed them all. "We have taken this accursed elf city, we will take them all soon.
But for now we will reap the spoils of this war."

There is a loud cheer from the orcs and whispered gloom from the captive elven.

"Put the males to work, make them slaves, slay all the young." Azruk snarled, his lips twisted in evil glee,"Bring the females for our pleasure!"

With a wave of his hand he dismissed his cronies to carry out his commands amidst gasps of horror and tears from the elves. Azruk then proceeded to enter the House of Elrond and lay claim his throne. This was a great victory for Sauron.

His quarry, Elenna, had somehow escaped his wrath and hides somewhere no doubt dreamiing of revenge, he should have had his hands on Fae, the child of Elrond but that too was ruined by that elf-witch from Lorien. She had used some form of magick to stop Kurgh, nay he is not yet dead, but near it.

Azruk now orders Sokursh, the most malicious and ruthless of the Uruks to hunt down and kill Celebmundoiel.

His thoughts drift to Thrakatburz and where she might be, she seems to be absent in this great victory, which is highly unlike her; and there is also no sight of Narcis either. Had he met his end at the hands of Keldin or is he rejoicing somewhere having slain his arch rival?

With these ponderings Azruk orders an elf-maid to pleasure him by feeding him fruit from the gardens of Imladris. The frightened little creature complies without refrain.