Conscious,
The Dark Lord hath spoken to me.
Praise his trust. The trust bestowed upon me.
Once more we go hence from Minas Gîl.
We march for Rhudaur.
Kingdom fallen, prepared it must.
For them to return.
In power newly bathed.
Forest unclean, prepared it must.
Elves be dispatched.
No pests needed.
Anon I leave.
For the Trollshaws west.
Taur-nu-Fuin, farewell.
