PheaVampire

Shadows crept over the forgotten ruins of Dol Guldur. They sneaked between patches of dead fog, snaked and slithered in the darkness. "The patrol is dead, master." An orkish voice rose among shapeless wraiths and broken walls. Darkness solidified. Anger flashed in the heart of Amon Lanc. The shadow spoke. "All of them?" "Yes, master." Whispers weaved in the dark. Wraiths passed through the fog. The ork waited for an answer. "We can not defeat the elven king" the shadow spoke. "The forest is his domain. We can not wrestle it by force." "What shall we do then?" whispered the Darkness. "Thranduil is not a foolish human. None of our spies will be