Tyrn Gorthad (The Barrow-Downs)

[Rûdhon]

West of the old forest lay the haunted hills of Tyrn Gorthad, The barrow-downs where many ancient men were laid to rest yet now it had become a place the wights that had been sent forth from Angmar. Their leader, Rhûdon once a loyal servant of the house of Feanor had been twisted by jealousy and hate for his fellow kin, now in the cursed form he exists he was ordered to govern upon these haunted hills. All travellers that get lost on the hills or around it will face the restless envy for life as the wights come out at night to put all those travellers to sleep from, which they will not awaken.



Around the head of Rhûdon is a metalhead band, forged from a pieces of his broken helmet, signifying his rule and power over the other wights, ages old jealousy still dwells strong in him. First it was an envy for power and strength of the great, but in this curse it has changed to envy of life.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Howls echoed through the moon lit night as Morsereg rode with an entourage of Spectral Wargs. Atop them rode the Duskwraiths, sinister beings clothed in black, direct emissaries of Morsereg's will and power. He had ridden from the mountains of Angmar, through bitter winds and steep slopes, to obtain a status report from his servant, Rûdhon the Barrow-Wight, Lord of Tyrn Gorthad. Through the night they rode in the hillside of Eriador, avoiding paths so as not to draw attention to themselves.

On occasion during their ride, a wandering hobbit or man would hear the rustling of the leaves and see riding in hast a pale, seemingly dead man, long, bony fingers wrapped tightly around the reins of a black steed, followed by a party of ghost-like Wargs ridden by dark, undead beings. Those that did not simply drop dead from the fright were killed by Morsereg's passing glance, which chilled their blood and froze their heart.

It was at nightfall of the second day after which he had departed from Angmar that Morsereg's company came upon Tyrn Gorthad, one of Angmar's few outposts outside of its borders. They had not stopped during the travel, and their living leader seemed as tireless as the dead which he commanded. He dismounted, boots sinking into the dirt. Morsereg walked through the Barrow-Downs, followed loyally by the Duskwraiths, still upon their Spectral mounts.

It was at long last that he came to one of the Downs, in particular the largest one, where he knew he would find Rûdhon. The Lord of The Dead walked forward, into the Down, and called out for his servant, waiting for a response that was not the strong musky smell of the dust which he had upset.

[Rûdhon]

Quietly the room began to fill with mist from every hole there was and it began a dance in the centre of the hall, the finally figures began to form out of the mist. Pale and greenish men that held their swords downwards in their hands, they all blankly stared at Morsereg yet knew fear towards the black istari. There was quick whispering among the mist and then the mist spreaded all around forming an oval like formation. As the dance finally stopped as a tall elven figure appeared before the ranks of his servants, he was majestic amongst his kin and had a calm expression on his face all tough openly feared Morsereg among others.

Morsereg wouldn`t have been too happy should he have learned where Rûdhon had been for the last few days yet the temptation was too strong for Rûdhon to have resisted it. All tough he had been able to resist another temptation, but the more he resisted killing a certain elf the more amusing it would be.

Rûdhon floated forwards and bowed slightly with his ranks, then he looked at Morsereg with cold yet interested eyes. His fingers disformed were wrapped around his fine crafted darksword that he held downwards, but then put it away.

"Master Morsereg... What brings thee here?"

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"I am here for a few things," Morsereg spoke evenly, locking eyes with the Wight. "The first of which, is a report. I am slowly moving through Middle-Earth, taking up positions in which I can watch all carefully. Here, Tyrn Gorthad, is the first. Soon I will send my reach to the ruins of Kârna in Harad. I have no wish for the land itself, but what I need is outposts over Middle-Earth, where I can watch with an eager eye for any movement, any opening, to cast down the Free. I need a report on anything that you find of importance to have happened within Arnor since we last met."

He then told Rûdhon of Nurutyave the Drow, whom was now in his service. He described the Dark Elf to the Barrow-Wight, leaving orders to alert Morsereg should Nurutyave be found to be working against him. "Things are slowly falling into place as they should be, Rûdhon. Soon, we willl dominate. Soon, all of Middle-Earth shall quiver under our feet."

[Rûdhon]

All the time Rûdhon had a patient and careful face as he listened to the words of Morsereg, ecspecially two words he noticed above all. His lord didn`t speak of himself, but used the words us and our that confused Rûdhon. Sauron was not of this sort, never had been and perhaps this is why Morsereg was truly worthy of respect. Then there was this drow, Nurutyave whom seemed to be a new servant of Morseregs yet not to be trusted too much. Rûdhon finally let out a smirk as he crossed his hands on his chest, he looked at Morsereg for a while before answering.

"There aren`t too many things going on in Arnor yet people on the other hand, but I have kept my eyes on my...." Rûdhon silenced quietly in rage and envy, but then corrected his words as he continued speaking. "the elves, Maglor the son of Feanor residences in Imladris as I would expect you to be aware of yet also another person that I take some interest in. The daughter of Sauron, she seems to have fooled the elves all tough doesn`t seem anything like his brother. Saeren, he on the other hand is not in Arnor as far as I know..."

Rûdhon looked at Morsereg quietly yet didn`t let him answer as he made continued his report on where his own servants had spreaded.

"Otherwise everything seems calm, the people of Arnor live a quiet and careless life without suspecting anything all tough some wise or paranoid humans might get on the trail of something yet they usually will face their doom before they discover anything. I have actually sent my wight towards the west, they have been around the old forest and almost in the shire... Bree and the shire seem easy to crush, not to mention they could be easily cleared of life and the bodies could be stored for undead servants, well the humans at least..."

Rûdhon laughed at the idea of an undead hobbit as they always seemed so happy and careless until they faced something far more terrifying than the warmness of their holes.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"Perfect," Morsereg nodded slowly, "Watch over Arnor. If there is anything of interest, send word to me immediately." He paused for a moment, "Keep a close eye on Maglor, and on the daughter of Sauron. I do not know of her nature, but if there is any way to poison her mind and drag her down to the depths of darkness...do it. A contact within the Halls of Imladris could prove to be more useful than you can imagine,"

"Should anyone discover your presence here, send word. I can not risk my devices being revealed so early...Do not leave, for I will take care of the situation myself." He nodded, turning on his heels towards the exit. As he walked away, he paused to look over his shoulder, "This will be the last time I come personally to Tyrn Gorthad. Before long I will not be a welcome face in Arnor, after my plan is set into full effect. From here on out, you shall be reporting directly to he who rules under me." He began walking again, smirking, "Dwar, Lord of the Barrow-Wights."

His company followed him as he walked through the Downs to where his horse waited in anticipation. He mounted, and rode off into the night, a whisper in the wind.

[Rûdhon]

"My lord you very well know that everyone knows that these hills are haunted and wights residence here, I am just one of many all tough the ost powerful yet my presence isn`t seen as a threat yet should someone know who I am..."

Rûdhon said before he left and looked quietly at the back of his lord with angry eyes as he mentioned Dwar, Lord of all barrow wights? How dared he? Rudhon was an ally not a mere servant, he surely had respect and fear for Morsereg yet there were certain limits even with him. Rûdhon finally hmped and then the wights were gone, the green mist then continued it`s eternal dance in the hills.

Yet in the ever restless mind of Rûdhon plans and thoughts were forged, he had someone currently watching Imladris from the outside yet he needed someone inside yet no livng was willing to deal with him except someone inside already. Rûdhon would go personally to Imladris.