Mordor's Throne Room

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg entered, flanked on both sides by Barrow-Wights. He made his way towards Alatariel, and bowed, as did the Wights. "Lady Alatariel of Mordor, I come from Angmar in the North seeking alliance."

[Alatariel]

The Dark Queen turned to quickly about to face him, slightly surprised by his sudden appearance in her conference hall. "How did you bypass my guard?" She demanded, though she did not wait for an answer before she continued speaking, glancing toward Megloren for a brief moment. "You are one of the secret alliance that Megloren has spoken of." A smirk formed once more upon her features. "Then I agree to your request...do not make me regret it." She motioned toward the bottle. "Would you care for a drink?" Her question was casual, but she kept a watchful eye on both Megloren and Morsereg.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

He nodded, "Yes, of course. Thank you," He smiled and sat down, looking at Alatariel, "I did not bypass your guards as merely as walk by them. I have many abilities that I reveal to few, My Lady. You will not regret your choice," He smirked and turned to Megloren, "I'm afraid we can't stay long, Megloren. We have business in Arnor, with a certain Silver Wizard," He scoffed as he spoke the title of Albesteen.

[Ilmare]

Lady Ilmare of Enedwaith rode from her visit in Minas Tirith to Mordor as word reached her of the new dark queen. She entered the throne room quietly and asked the servants of the Queen for an audience with her majesty.

[Alatariel]

Alatariel tilted her head curiously at Morsereg's words of abilities. "Then you will kindly not use those abilities in my throne room, for I am ruler over this land...not you." She sipped from her own glass once before placing one down in front of the dark lord. She nodded with a half-hearted smile. "But I am sure that my choice was a wise one." At about that time, a servant came scuffling into the room, his head bowed low. "Milady...the lady of Enedwaith seeks an audience with you." Alatariel remembered Enedwaith as being one that Megloren spoke of. "Then send her in." She snapped to the servant, who scurried out as quickly as he'd come in. "Now...who is this silver wizard you speak of?" She asked Morsereg.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"Albesteen the Silver, he is in the service of Doren, Lord of Arnor. I have become tired of his antics and his constant interruptions of my gazing into my own Palantiri. I will go to Arnor, and kill him." He growled, "My Morning Star shall once again taste blood,"

[Alatariel]

Alatariel seated herself at the head of the table, and relaxed in her chair, crossing her legs and sipping from her glass. "Sounds like fun." She said with a smirk, swiping a bit of her dark hair behind her ear. "I have been to Arnor...but I was not allowed entrance into the Citadel. They have a fool of a guard barring its entrance."

[Ilmare]

Ilmare was led before Lady Alatariel and bowed.

[Alatariel]

Alatariel turned in her chair to face the Lady Ilmare casually. For a moment, she said nothing, but when she spoke up, there was a slight smirk upon her features. "Let me guess, you come wishing an alliance with Mordor." She raised a brow, sipping from her glass and waiting to see if she was right.

[Ilmare]

Ilmare grinned. "Well, maybe thats the deeper purpose of my comming. But I thought a nice tea party beyond Ladies to welcome your Rulership could suite also." She smirked and nodded towards Lord Dindaedel. "Good to see you, too, Morsereg."

[Megloren Istdale]

"Yes... I must be going. Excuse my sudden retreat, Lady Alatariel, but I must return to Angrenost before I pay my visit to this annoying Wizard. Morsereg, once I have him with me, then you can come." She turned back to the lady of Mordor quickly, "For now, know that our alliance is keeping quiet. We are waiting for them to make the first move. If they dont, also know that we plan on Arnor as a first target. Tell no one." With that, Megloren crept into shadow, and after a moment, a single Raven flew from her once-position, and out an open window.

[Alatariel]

Alatariel nodded. "A good day to you as well," she said once the woman had gone. With that, she turned to her other 'guests.' With a slender hand she cradled her glass, sipping from it occasionally between her speaches. "Well...since I have already accepted the offers of alliance from Angmar and Angrenost...I might as well accept yours too," Alastariel said casually to Ilmare. She glanced to Morsereg, deciding whether to tell him about a piece of information that she held. Finally she decided against it. For now it would remain her own upper hand.

[Ilmare]

Ilmare bowed slightly. "So shall it be, my Lady. Angmar and Moria are my allies. Together we seal the mountains. With help of Angrenost so far, not even a bird will pass them unseen anymore. Every movement of our foes from west to east or east to west must go far north through cold wasteland and along the northern shore, or over sea. And there are my pirats, patrulling the routes."

[Alatariel]

Alatariel leaned one elbow against the edge of the table, pondering Ilmare's words for a moment. "It sounds like things are pretty well covered then. But do not you think it would be a benefit to have someone on the inside of the enemy?" This question was posed for either Ilmare or Morsereg to answer as a smirk formed upon her soft lips. Mayhap her upper hand could be shared after all. "Oh, and do help yourself to a drink." She motioned for Ilmare to get a glass for herself from the tray.

[Ilmare]

Ilmare smirked. "Who sais we have none inside?" She took a glas and sat down. "So, you are interested in open war or do you want to wait? Its a fragile peace right now, no side dares to move." She took a sip from her drink and put it back on the table ignoring it further on without a word. " Lord Doren from Arnor stirrs like a horse in a burning stable, but it seems not even his panic moves the other realms very quick."