The Black Gate/ The Pass of Cirith Gorgor

[Alcorad]

Through the darkness a fell cry sounded out in the clouds of Mordor as the great beast of ancient days descended from the great barrier of clouds down towards the Morrannon. The Orcs formed into Ranks with the captain at their head on either side of the Black Gate. As if Orre was not even present, the creatures bowed low in reverance as Alcorad's beast drooped its long neck for him to dismount.

The Lord of Defile stepped down onto the hard surface of the great gate and was approached by the Uruk Captain who bowed low on one knee.
"My leige." he said, his head held low as to not look upon the Dark Splendour of his master.
"Rise, Drishkah. Why have I been roused from my trance in Barad-dur? What scum intrudes upon the lands of Mordor with a foolish will to die?"
Without looked up or even moving his head, the Uruk moved a massive arm in the general direction of Orre who stood at the foot of the Morannon. Alcorad smirked, his dark eyes still rested firmly upon his captain. Without averting his gaze he spoke. "Orre the Wise." he began with malice in his words. "It has been long since our last meeting in Aman and even now I see you are no different than ever. In your futile attempts to appease Aule and Manwe, you bring yourself into the most dangerous situations, each time jepordizing your own life and those who were always sent to save you. Do not think that I have forgotten for now is no different than all of those other times. Once you come beyond the Black Gates you shall not be leaving. Go back to Manwe, Orre, and tell him of your failure. It will save you the trouble of having to use your teeth to bite your way back after I cleave your limbs from your body and let you toil in the useless form that you have chosen to adorn yourself in. Ignorance."

[Orrë the Wise]

A deep low noise emitted from the Dwarf's throat, forming a loud but powerful chuckle. He extinguished his pipe and replaced it back into his pocket. Marching forward in a most dignified way, with the Hammar swinging lightly on his shoulder, he approached the Black Gate and entered without a single look back. "I do what I must. I was sent here to worry and protect the innocent here, Alcorad, not my own. I fear not the darkness of Mordor."

[Alcorad]

Alcorad smirked, a grin of mirth strewn upon his face as the gates shut tightly behind Orre and Murazor who entered silently behind him. "Then we shall be going to the Carach Angren. I have not the patience nor trust to bear you back to Barad-dur. So it shall be that we depart to the nearest fortress to the Morannon. Come." Alcorad mounted his Beast, its massive wings casting an ominous shadow over the twain below as it moved towards the two great forts that stood at either side of the lower pass of Udun. The Foolishness of the Valar would be recognized.

(Resumed in Carach Angren.)

[~Tom~]

Murazor came upon the black gate and landed it and changed to human form. He roared to the orc to give a mesage to Alcorad" Lord Murazor requests aid at Erebor, Bring the head" with that he took flight and headed back to Erebor.

[Alcorad]

The Black Uruk at the gate smiled and nodded slightly to Murazor. "The Lordship has already sent his forces to Moria s a rallying point. The Black Tide is moving towards Erebor as we speak."