[Cimmerian]

Azruk's massive fist plowed into Murhks bloodied face and the orc flew halfway across the hallway. As he landed with a thud, Azruk pounced on him and lifted his ragged body with one massive hand, his grip tightened.

"Where is the creature that I had left in your charge?" He demanded, snarling.

The Orc mumbled incoherently and looked forlorn. Azrul's eyes flashed red, it was now that he remembered Lord Sauron's instruction of having need of such Halflings and that he had let one pass right through his fingers.

With a swift flick of his wrist he snapped the orc's neck and threw it aside. It landed limply on the floor, quite dead.

"Set my best tracers and Trackers on the trail of the halfling, she is worth this war to us now, move!" Azruk commanded.

He walked back in and sat down, wondering if Thrakatburz would be on her way or also had met the fate of Narcis and Sokursh.

But with his newer more powerful army, he was sure to crush whatever force Elenna could muster over and bring to reclaim the citadel. Little did he know that She already possessed the key to his defeat, the very key that he let slip through his fingers.