[Cimmerian]

Azruk stormed into the house of Elrond, roughly tossing the unconcious Hobbit onto the linen covered floor. The small hobbit fell with a soft thud and moaned. She was awakened by the pain and her blurry eyes could make out the heavy feet of the Hulking Uruk as he walked away.

"You.... Murhks," he yelled out at the terrified Orc,"Keep that little halfling in your custody, see that she is kept barely alive, I leave for Mordor now to seek audience with Sauron, do not give me reason to strip your hide off your back, fool."

Murhks who was once one of Azruk's counsellor now reduce to being a kitchen lackey looked at the halfling and grumbled under his breath.
Another stray in this war torn hell and on his watch.... how he wished for the days when he would be roaming the plains and hills of Mordor.

Azruk summoned Ornahk and left him in charge of Rivendell, since Narcis was no where to be seen and assumed dead. He rode out with Deshnok toward Mordor.

Rivendell now lies conquered, ravaged and abandoned. The Night grows dark and cold, the elves fear the worst.