The dark female silhouette turned towards the orc captain as the last group of bats flew overhed. An evil smile played on Muru’s lips as she addressed Wázrárz. The enormous orc captain raised a brow.
“What news?” He grumbled imptiently.
“The elf, Daegon, has pushed through with the plan. It will make up for our lost hold on Mornovarion. Though I shall not completely give up on my hold of the elf. His mind can still be manipulated.”
Wázrárz grunted skeptically. “You under-estimate the Elvenking’s powers.”
“And you under-estimate mine!” Muru hissed, her eyes glowering dangerously.
“Never the less, time grows short and the Master grows angry. His generals in Dol Guldur grow impatient as well. Ill pleased were they when they learned of the elf’s failure. Now news come that Thranduil sends his scouts further south. We have enough trouble in penetrating Lorien.”
“Ahhh, yes. Several scrimmages have been reported. But they are erratic.”
“Still, “ the orc captain growled,” I’ll have the warg riders go with the patrols. Have you’re “pets” sweep both the north eastern and western parts of the region. I like not the news of the scouts… though no match will the elven forces be to our great armies.”
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