The Throne Halls of Dwarrowdelf

[Alcorad]

The Great Delving of the Dwarves, it is within Dwarrowdelf that the greatest throne in all of dwarvendom resides. Here sits the new lord on occasion, waiting for those who seek him. Beware his wrath.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Maugrim slowly walked in, the Spectral Warg glancing up at Alcorad, "My troops work fast. We shall be out of your realm with newly built and reinforced tunnels within a fortnight." He had been instructed by Morsereg to give reports of their progress to Alcorad daily.

Morsereg soon followed, "A fortnight? Quicker than I expected, Maugrim," He looked to the Spectral Warg, who hid his shock at his masters ability to sneak up on him. Morsereg turned his gaze now to Alcorad, "Call off all search parties from Enedwaith, Mordor, and Rhun," He rose the War Hammer he held at his side, tossing it to the ground infront of Alcorad. "The War Hammer of my son. I took it from him after I killed him. I would have brought the body but it currently resides in my courtyard as a statue. Cile Dindaedel is no more."

[Alcorad]

The Black Uruk who sat in the large throne hall smiled darkly and turned his head as he surveyed those before him. "Alcorad is most pleased." he said, annunciating his words harshly with a sinister grin. "The lordship doth congratulate you on the extermination of thine son. He shall come to Angmar soon to inspect thine new ornament for he very much wishes to see the look on his face as he died."

The Uruk gestured towards a large crimson stone centered on his chest plate with a mangled hand. His black eyes looked towards the emissaries of his master's brother and focused upon Dwar in especial. "It is with this stone that I communicate with the Lordship of Barad-dur for these are the results of Sauron's musings and have long been an instrument of The Legion of Terror. I am Anorgash, Lord of the Morian halls in my master's stead. You may address me when you wish to speak to him directly for through the stones of Lugburz, he can see all!"

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg nodded to Anorgash, "Well then. I am to depart, and I await your masters visit to Angmar. Dwar and Akhorahil shall ride back with me, and Maugrim's host will be gone within the fortnight, as soon as the tunnels are rebuilt you shall see no more of them." He then left the hall, followed by his servants.

[Alcorad]

There was a great clamor as the hosts of the Black Tide dispersed before the Dimrill Gate. The goblins in their shining armor accompanied by the behemoth beasts flaunted their banners in victory and piled into the mountain stronghold, shrieking and beating their drums in dark rejoice. The armies of Moria poured into Dwarrowdelf, abandoning all other positions to rejoice before their lord for he had also broken from the central horde and taken his beast into the deeps. The hosts broke away to two congregations on either side of the throne. Many hung from the ceilings and shook their swords in celebration while clinging to the stone pillars.

From the shadows Alcorad paced slowly, his heels clicking against the finely crafted stone floors and silencing the goblin hordes. He looked straight ahead toward the throne and seated himself at the front of the Goblins. "We have gone to Erebor." his voice boomed smoothly through the halls. "and we have fought the dwarves who have hindered you for so long... and we have been victorious." Alcorad was answered by a roaring cheer as all eyes were turned upon him and the shriek of victory echoed throughout all of Khazad-dum. "Alcorad, Alcorad, Alcorad!" the goblins shouted as they raised their weapons high and stomped their feet against the floor. All of Dwarrowdelf was alive with their voices. "And next." Alcorad said slowly silencing them. "We shall go to Mirkwood! Those who fought against the goblin hordes at The Battle of Five Armies shall feel the vengeance of the mountains!" Applause echoed from all.

[~Tom~]

Alas came Murazor Bauglir who had came htiher from from Erebor where he left a gaurd of 2000 Strong of Arnors Dunedain making sure Order was sustained and no rebellions was taken up. The rest of the Arnorian host came through the east gate of Moria and was all ready starting there journey to the other side with the help of Goblins. for this was there home and they knew it better then the arnorians did.

Slowly Murazor came to the throne room alone the torches brightened for a moement before they slowly died and he stood before Alcorad who had made himself a name in the east and so he heard in Gondor and Rohan.

[Alcorad]

"Greetings, Murazor Bauglir, son of Morgoth." Alcorad said dryly as his eyes looked upon the son of the dark one. "We have been victorious in Erebor and the maiar Orre has fled. The valar have failed at their attempts to save Middle Earth. With that pestulous little worm out of our way, there shall be few who can oppose us. What do those of the free have that we need to fear? Nothing. What we should be worrying about is what lies among our own ranks. A new thorn has inserted itself into my side. My brother Morsereg Dindaedel. Do you know of him? He led the forces of Angmar at our recent battle." The goblins looked towards Alcorad in astonishment for only recently was he speaking of such joyous tidings of war against the elves. Now he spoke of war against their neighbors, the inhabitants of Angmar who lived just North. Uncomfortable murmurs began to echoe in the hall but at the slow rise of Alcorad's hand, they ceased. "Silence." he said in a commanding tone. "Let our visitor speak."

[~Tom~]

"All that i know of him is he is the so called overlord of Angmar and of course he faught Aragorn and failed to dispatch of the mortal like so many before him. " he looked round to the goblin whos confusion could be smelt through the air and slowly the goblin left the roomm and all the other servants .

He stepped closer to Alcorad and said " At last we have revealed ourselves , and the victory we had at Erebor is only the first , if they was to stop us it had to be there and they failed ."

Slowly he took a breath and took a few paces to a banistar that overlooked the mithril casms of Moria where they shone like stars in the vast shadows of the sky which seemed to grow by the day and the sun seemed to diminish in the areas around Mordor and Arnor. " Morsereg i see is no longer part of our future plans . I see you wish to dispatch of him ... yes. " he had answered his own question from the look in Alcorads eyes, Morsereg was a allie of no worth to them no more . How long would it be before Khand and Enedwaith would end up like Morsereg but he was confident they wouldnt. He owed them both a great debut which was still to be payed.

[Alcorad]

"Morsereg is a nuisance that needs dealing with. While he was indeed useful in the attaining of Moria and the destruction of Cile and Orre, we really do not need him. We only need his legions in Angmar. The Necromancer is far too ambitious for my liking and even as my brother he seeks to best me. He sits in Carn Dum, utterly confident that I am jealous of him and that he is so much superior to the Lord of Mordor. It is almost laughable. The sooner he dies, the better. I have enough things to deal with and I do not need the thought of him to prod at me. I will not deny that he is powerful for he is but without the curse bestowed upon him, he is good for little more than raising the dead. I was gifted with fire and darkness which I use to forge things of the vilest sort, such as Sauron did."

"I almost took Sauron's place as an emissary of Aule but at the last moment your father interceded and instead I was taken under his wing. It is ironic that in the end Sauron was brought into Morgoth's councils as well." Alcorad laughed as he reminisced upon the past events of the old ages. In those days evil was abundant and vampires and werewolves still roamed free to execute their vile will. Now there were few vampires than Alucard and he was only a minion compared to the dominant minds of the true predators that long ago walked the earth. It was somewhat comforting to know that those of wills such as Theatana still existed, although Alcorad hated to admit it, and those with cunning such as Jadyis. He had indeed been endowed with trustworthy ones but Tathar was one who puzzled him. He wasn’t sure if he could trust the brother of Murazor for he was quiet and often kept to himself in some distant region of Mordor... only time would tell if he was truly worth Alcorad's time.

[~Tom~]

"When will this attack take place then?. How shall i put it ... how quiet will it be, do we trust khand and enedwaith with this or is it something we can do our selves?" He Asked Alcorad occasionaly glancing back at him though not for long for his full attention was on the vast ocean of darkness with the stars of mithril shining through the veil of shadow below .

If they attacked Angmar it would be as quiet as the marshs about mordor were . Angmar could not repel a host of the magnitude Mordor could muster and to be next to Arnor the advantage was surely theres. They could keep the siege going for centurys if need be .

[Alcorad]

"The Lord Valdrik I doubt shall want any further dealings in the destruction of another member of our alliance. I must say those who pledged themselves to the darkness have not all been so favorable to the fold. Already Khaldun and Cile have been killed and soon Morsereg shall be added to that number. Lancir himself is an odd one. While I have kept in private contact with Khand, its dealings are suspicious. I assume that he is not one who would part with allies he has grown to trust so easily and so this one shall not be so easy to persuade. We have ample enough numbers to overwhelm Morsereg and so I believe that we should do it alone."

Alcorad leaned back in his chair and tightened his grips upon the stone arms of the seat, his eyes straying towards his hands. The pressure was causing his skin to become even whiter and the dirt under his long claw-like nails was made more visible than ever. His mind averted back to Morsereg and with the opposite hand he pulled the dirt engrained in the nail on his index finger and pressed it tightly between his finger and his thumb. "Angmar shall be crushed." he said airily, a cold smile creeping upon his face. "And with a hammer and anvil we shall break Angmar's forces. The spectral monsters Morsereg has are nothing for flame is the weakness to their icy hearts, the gateway to hell that they so desperately avoid.

[~Tom~]

"I think Hand and Enedwaith can be trusted " he sai dbut even he had doubts about that , seeing as Mordor had grown instrength what use would enedwaith snd Khand have to him.

But th enews of how the spectural creratures could be killed was news to him and he said " So every archer is to be armed with arrows and substances which can catch alight " Angmar was all ready taken all they needed to actually do is give the word and it w ould become another extention to the empire.

[Alcorad]

I think it needs to be much more than that. Douse the blades themselves in oil and set them on fire. Armor every soldier with steel or mithril, even the archers. We can’t allow our own units to fall victim to our plan. There are tunnels connecting the two realms, they were once destroyed by Cile but they have been restored. We can make our way to Carn Dum quickly through those tunnels and destroy it before all of his force can muster.

Alcorad clapped his hands and a goblin was pushed forth from the ranks. "Food and drinks from the dwarven vaults, now." Alcorad commanded. The goblin nodded furiously and took off down the corridor muttering curses of fear to himself. Alcorad ruled by fear. He inspired it. Often he would hold random executions of those who were unruly among his ranks. The executions were slow and terrible and held for all to see. That is how he gained control over his armies.

[~Tom~]

"The fool was indeed a fool to let us know how to get inside of Angmar , the force of Erebor will be here in a few days then we shall move to war . Arnor will stay at Arnor to stop any aid from reaching them . It seems like the perfect plan" he said

[Alcorad]

Alcorad smirked as the goblin returned with a round mithril trey and golden goblets incrested with jewls shaking upon them as their bearer wobbled towards the throne. The goblin kneeled and both Alcorad and Murazor took up their goblets. "Then a toast." he began dexterously. "to the fall of an outcast."