“We shall not falter, solely prevail!” Morsarch’s cries flooded the mountain-pass with echoes of sound, as the hillmen forces rumbled to the glorious promises of Mordor, “Soon thy king shall walk amongst the living again, yet know, my friends. There are enemies at hand. The Elf-filth has gained notice of our activities.1”
From behind, an Elf was dragged forward, and cast down the hill, on which Morsarch stood, towards the yelling hillmen. Their barbaric figures surrounded the elf. Was it not for their leader’s absolute demand of silence, the elf would have been injured by the brute mob.
“Set thine eyes upon this decadence! An elf scout. He hath followed my actions from the outset.”
Morsarch walked down the hill, and placed his hand around the Elf’s chin and whispered, “How I do hate pestilence of thy sort,” He turned his gaze towards the hillmen, and shouted with all the breath he contained in his chest, “To the trolls!2” Upon his word, the elf-scout was dragged away by two hillmen warriors towards the troll caves.
After the Elf was out of sight, and the thundering roars of the hillmen was silenced, Morsarch continued, “Corcur! Ye shall occupy the entirety of the Northern Trollshaws, keeping every path in sight. No one ought to interfere our motion. Hail the Morgoth on his throne!” The hillmen forces went marching off into the forest.
- One should be referred to Conversations of the Enemy: The Elves of Imladris: The Crimson Man.
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Morsarch had made an agreement with the trolls of the Trollshaws. Their loyalty now lay towards Mordor and its allies. They kept the prisoners within their foul caves. The enslaved had few to no food, and lived in horrible conditions. They were kept from making even the slightest noise, and waited timeless for any humanoid being to make their entrance, friend or foe alike. Hillmen often paid a visit to interrogate the prisoners under command of Morsarch. The whip was the interrogator’s best friend. Prisoners within the troll-caves became known under the Hillmen as “Silent Wailers”.
