The Fortress of Carn Dûm

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

The orc nodded, and opened the door, calling in, "My Lord Morsereg, a visitor!" He called, and ushered Ilmare in before closing the door behind her.

Morsereg looked at the three that stood before him, and nodded, "Megloren Istdale, I am Morsereg Dindaedel, and I accept thy alliance." He then turned his head to Grashnik, "Very well then...you shall be my steward, second only to me and my queen, equalled only by my left-hand Dwar the Barrow-Wight." He waved them both away for him to talk to Ilmare.

[Ilmare]

Ilmare smiled at Lord Dindaedel and bowed polite. "Its a pleasure to see you, my Lord. I noticed that you have many guests. Well, if it isn't inconvenient, I would like to speak to you about an alliance. And if you don't mind, Lord Garland, who is allied with me, should participate also."

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

He nodded, "I am already allied with Garland of Moria, his Minotaur servant came to me not long ago. What is your name, m'lady, and what realm do you rule?"

[Ilmare]

She smiled. "I am Ilmare of Enedwaith. You may have noticed, that my wild men control the Gap of Rohan and our pirate ships patrullie in the trader routes of Gondor to Mithlond. You could say, my realm is the one puzzle piece which seals the misty mountains between east and west." She laughed. "Together with Moria and Angmar, no Realm of the east can pass unseen and unnoticed from one side of the mountains to the other, not to mention of large army movements."

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

He nodded, "There is that reason, and another. No one shall ever escape my sight again," He smiled and reached into his robe, revealing the Carn Dum stone, "A gift from Valinor, given to me by Megloren Istdale of Angrenost: The Carn Dum palantiri. No one shall ever escape our sight again," He laughed, "And I accept your alliance."

[Andeerasin]

Grashnik stood silently in the doorway listening to the events that transpired. He clutched his hammer feircely listening to the leaders of Angmar and Enedwaith. It seemed another palantiri had slipped into Middle Earth. The King of Rohan it seemed was also under a spell cast by the witch of Orthanc. "It seems that this time we truly do have the upper hand. With Rohan under the control of Isengard, there shall be no passage through it, let alone through the land of Enedwaith. We shall have victory. My leige we must be cautious. Is there any way that the free peoples may be able to slip through our clutches?"

[Ilmare]

Ilmare smirked and bowed before Lord Dindaedel. "So shall it be. I take now my leave, because I have to visit somebody I haven't seen a long time. Call me if you need me, so will I." She turned and left the hall.

[Alatariel]

Alatariel entered the throne room swiftly and gracefully. The dark hood that usually shaded her face, was down around her shoulders so that she could be seen. Her dark eyes scanned the throne room, seeking out the much-heard-of Lord Morsereg.

[Pallando]

Minos entered the fortress alone, nodding to the guards as he entered into Morsereg's hall. He took note of the many visitors and he kept to the shadows. He would wait until a private audience could be had with Angmar's Lord.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg sighed as he saw Altariel, "Welcome to Angmar, my friend! What is your business here?" An orc walked up to him and whispered into his ear, and Morsereg nodded.

"Tell Minos that I shall meet with him when I am done with this good lady right here," He motioned to Altariel.

[Pallando]

Minos nodded in understanding to the ork. "I will wait in the hall. Summon me when your master is free."

[Andeerasin]

Having been ignored Grashnik left the halls of Morsereg. Already he was being treated like a grunt. He wandered through the dark halls of Carn Dum and stumbled past the private chambers of Morsereg. The door was slightly ajar and it seemed that the noble orc guards had fallen asleep. The palantir glowed and an old man's face could be seen. Grashnik looked around towards the throne halls. Morsereg was busy...

The burly man entered the chambers only to find it empty and somewhat of a mess. "Orcs do not clean very well..." He walked towards the palantir and looked into it placing his hands on it. The wizard spoke into his mind clearly, his twinkling eyes peircing Grashnik's. The man nodded and the palantir turned opaque. Grashnik nudged it carefully back into the posistion it was in upon his entrance and he quickly darted down the drafty corridor to his own chambers.

[Pallando]

As Minos stood awaiting Lord Morsereg's summons he caught glimpse of a fellow scurrying past the hall down an adjacent corridor. Being a bit curious, Minos walked down the hallway and looked in the direction the man was headed. As he peeked down the hallway all he caught sight of was a chamber door slamming shut. He turned and looked in the direction the man had come. At the end of the hall a carpet led to a rather large door with torches lighting the sides. The doorway was a bit more elaborate than others, clearly a room of some importance. Minos made his way down the hall to find the door slightly ajar. Peeking inside he realized these were the chambers of Morsereg. He looked at the sleeping guards and let out a snort in disgust. He then turned and walked back down the corridor, taking note of the door the skulking fellow had entered before returning to his place of waiting outside Morsereg's throne room.

[Alatariel]

Alatariel stepped forward a bit from the shadows in which she had been standing. "I suppose my business here is brief." There was a slight pause as she looked about the room. "I have simply come to see this place that I have allied with." Her dark eyes ceased the roaming and looked to Morsereg as she awaited his response.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

He nodded, and called, "Minos, enter!" He looked to Alatariel, "Do you like what you see?"