[Maegaladiel]

Lhingril watched as Brahil spoke to Her Majesty. He was lucky to have the noble on his side, but sometimes he wished he could set one of his pet spiders on him. But unfortunately for Lhingril, that was not to be. Not yet, anyways. He needed the traitor (and he used the word in the best way possible) to help him take over Gondor. In return, he had promised him the usual reward: money, power, women, that sort of thing.

Now Lhingril needed to make sure all was going according to plan. He had given some of his asinine henchmen a transporting spell that would take them and 'king' Aragorn to the mage's own castle, but who knew whether the oafs performed it correctly.

He slunk into his chamber, and, uttering an incantation, opened a secret passageway. It was empty, save a note held closed by a spider brooch. That was the signal. Grinning madly, Lhingril opened the letter.

"The spider has captured the fly", it read. This was the signal he had waited for. Well. Those idiots HAD got their brains straight long enough to speak a few lines.

Smiling darkly, he left his chambers to find his allies.