The Vale of Fell Beasts

[Alcorad]

In this valley there lived creatures of an older world that lingered in forgotten mountains, cold beneath the moon and in hideous eyrie bred this last untimely brood. The Dark Lord took it, and nursed it with fell meats, until it grew beyond measure of all other things that fly, and he gave it to his most deadly servants to be their steeds.

[Alcorad]

Torches were lit, lumber was packed into bundles and loaded atop great wagons drawn ahead by monstrous four-legged monsters of Nurn. The goblins and snaga were roused by Black Uruks, driven forth by their cruel whips. The torches were lit and moving eastward from Gorgoroth was a large host of slaves with the sole purpous of building a large monument for their master. Onward they were driven slowly by the Black Uruks whos burly bodies and stalky limbs were complimented only by their sinister features. The terrifying persecuters of Mordor. Those bred by Alcorad to enforce his will amongst the orc rabble that was so rebellious. " 'urry up you maggots!" one of the uruk captains shouted. "We aint got but a few days to get there and even if we get there on time its gonna take three days more to build the ruddy thing even wit' all you useless rabble! So 'urry it up 'afore I flay ya all alive!" The ensessive babble of the orcs did not stop. Only one thing could silence them.

Onward the orcs travelled for many days down the Great East Road, past Seregost and Carn Telloth and around Nan Morlith north into a dark eryie that during the days of Sauron Gorthaur was the home of ancient brood of creatures that had preserved themselves below the dark layer of clouds long after all other things fell into extinction and naught else was left save the burning fires of the earth's crust that still exacted their fury upon that forsaken land through their instrument, Orodruin. They moved up away from the Great East Road across what could have been an outcropping of the borders of the Eastern Desolation for that was what it was. Nothingness ere onto to the inner comb of the Nan Morlith. The torches moved on.

Within the dark Eryie the goblins and snaga began to unload what they had packed in a wild frenzy. They had only barely made the time that was expected to reach the Vale of Fell Beasts and the Black Uruks chosen by Alcorad were ever more cruel with each passing moment. "We only got three days, you useless maggots!" they would shout, lashing out at the stragglers with their whips and pulling back peices of flesh on the hooks attached to the whips. Cries of pain filled the air as ever more the cosistant reminder of the deadline echoed on. Three more days. The foundations were risen and the stone was set with Mortar as was Barad-dur.

The designs for the tower called for it to be tall, nigh unto the tallest tower that had been seen in the northeastern regions of Mordor. Perhaps the only tower of that desolate region. Called the Tower of Renewal it was instructed that in its topmost chamber there be built a pedestool that stood below an open ceiling. It seemed for a time that the orcs would not finish yet they were driven on by constant fear. Fear of what he would do to them if they failed. Alcorad had constructed an army with the mere power of his will. He could just as easily wipe the land clean of their existence.

One day passed to two and two days passed nigh onto three yet still the Black Uruks would not grant the goblins rest. Only more shouts of the ever decreasing time left kept them going. It was a rare occasion that an orc would sleep and now even rarer. The tower became tall and darkly elegant, strange considering those who created it yet still it was not yet completed.

The final finishing touches were being added by the last of the snaga to the exterior of the upper chambers when the ominous figure of their master loomed on the horizon atop his massive steed. Closer and closer the beast trotted and as it did some of the orcs were literally pulled from the tower and pushed into ranks. Silence fell over the Vale of Fell Beasts and not even the beasts of labor dared utter a sound as Alcorad arrived before them, his cloak drawn tight about his body. An uruk captain stepped forward and bowed with his head hung low. He could not bring himself to look the Dark Lord in the eyes let alone complete his sentences without a stutter. "I-i-it is compl-pl-pleted, moi lord." the uruk said nervously, his stalky legs trembling with fear.
"And all instructions have been acknowledged." Alcorad replied menacingly, his dark eyes looking over the captain before him with contempt. Worthless. he thought silently.
"O-of c-c-course, moi lord. Everything has been done as you have asked."
Alcorad nodded and allowed a dark smile curl upon his features. "We shall see."
He dismounted his fell steed and walked slowly towards the doorway of the tower. Compete and total silence had fallen over Mordor. Even the rats that had long since been mutated under the harsh rays of the Mordorian sun seemed to be muted. No sounds were present to comfort the fearful. Fear above all else was promoted to wet Alcorad's appetite.

Alcorad ascended the stairs slowly taking note of every bit of craftmenship of the orcs. "So they managed to do something correctly." Alcorad spat coldly as he considered all that he saw. "Then the race of the orc has come further along than when they were under my control during the days of Morgoth. So it seems that I am a more worthy lord than all of them. I am the one chosen to dominate this Middle Earth. It has become quite apparent to me now." All of these things flashed within Alcorad's shadowed mind and passed beyond his lips as he contemplated all that was and was to be. As he thought ahead in greed and in anticipation. His mind was full of thoughts as he came upon the pedestool that he had instructed the orcs to build. They had done precisely as he had instructed. Fear was indeed an excellent tool.

Alcorad withdrew one of the oldoliri from his cloak. The first of the oldoliri. As he placed it on the pedestool the clouds parted and the full moon shone down upon Alcorad's vile creation bringing about its dark aura and bringing its sinister designs into effect. The land became the subject of an eery green hue and the silence became deeper. For a moment sound became a void thing and all that Alcorad had done seemed for naught but all was changed as the shadows that had arisen in the distance moved ahead over the Tower of Renewal and revealed themselves to the world, rising again once more from their shallow graves on the slopes of Orodruin. Alcorad descended the stairs once more. The magic had taken its tole and once more the moon was covered by the eery layer of clouds. Still the orcs did not speak. The name behemoth shadows encircled Alcorad as he stepped out into the dry air and they lowered their heads in acclamation of their new master awaiting to be chosen. The one straight in front of Alcorad was the one chosen as his mount for it surpassed all others in size and ferocity. Surely this was the Fell Beast of Er-Murazor who met its demise on the plains of the Pelennor. It was far more swift in its coming than the others for it was leagues away still. Alcorad placed a gaunt bony finger on its neck and hoisted himself up upon it back. As it was risen into the air, Alcorad's manniacle laughter urged life into his minions on the ground once more and they were urged on back towards the Great East Road where they would once again resume their journey back to the Gorgoroth and resume their daily duties as slaves. The Last Untimely Brood had returned.