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"Whee've found them fooor you Masster."
The little pathetic Schram danced nervously before the great throne. It's wheedling voice almost lost amidst the roar and clatter of the city outside. The figure on the throne rose, his black cloak rippling as he did so. The Schram emitted a whine of terror and Morgoth lowered his hood and fixed him with a deadly gaze.
"Bring them before me."
"Yessss, yessss Great one, mighty one!" The Schram bowed itself out.
All around the court of Morgoth pressed forward eager to see who would be brought before the Lord of Middle Earth. The clank of many chains could be heard coming up the corridor to the audience chamber. The doors opened and several Elves were propelled roughly through them. They were chained together by the wrists and the ankles, which forced them to shuffle slowly past the assembled court who hissed and cackled with a mixture of fear and glee.
The creature escorting the prisoners pulled sharply on the chain he held. All seven Elves were jerked to a halt. They stared around the high chamber; their faces were blank, betraying nothing but in their eyes danced a spark of resilience and determination. Morgoth approached them quickly. He came to a halt by the leader, a tall dark haired man, ageless like all the elves and a look that spoke of much wisdom.
"So Elf-man, what is your name?"
"I will speak not to evil such as you Dark one."
Morgoth turned aside. "It matters not Elf-man , I will have what I need in time."
The crowd pressed forward even further. The Elves could smell death and decay in the breath of their captors. After a short pause Morgoth continued,
"would you like to know why I had you brought here Elf-man?"
He waited for a few seconds staring deeply into the green eyes of his prisoner. Suddenly he snapped his fingers, the Schram rushed forward cowering and babbling.
"Show the Elf-man Clarf." Morgoth hissed.
The Elves were pulled towards a precipice that fell sharply hundreds of feet to the city of Utumno below. It was cavarous, descending as far into the earth as an eye could see, and beyond. Fires could be glimpsed raging in the depths and the stench that rose from it was putrid and rotting.
"Why would you want to show us that? I have seen sights more splendid and terrifying than that ."
A new voice had spoken. It belonged to an Elf with long blonde hair and a sharp pointed face. His face showed a hint of apprehension as Morgoth rounded on him.
"I am aware of that Elf-man. That is not why I brought you here," Morgoth now turned to address the entire chamber.
"I have studied much Dark Magic, delved deeply into the twisted depths of the other-world, read many Tomes by the Black Wizards. Through this I have discovered a process to create a creature more deadly than any under my control. It would increase the strength of our army a hundredfold we would over-run Middle Earth in days. No creature living within these lands can stand before it."
The crowd loved it. They bayed and howled, praising Morgoth and all his works.
"An Orc, my friends, an Orc. These fine Elves, for all their pretensions of goodness, will one day serve me as my strongest and most loyal troops. Their lives will be dedicated to wiping out all their pretty little friends."
"I will not join you Morgoth , whatever you do to me."
The blonde elf had spoken again. Morgoth laughed derisively. "We'll see Elf- man, we'll see. Take them for the beginning of it, you know what to do."
The demons guarding the doors nodded curtly and rose unanimously. One took the chain guiding the Elves while the other eight formed a barrier round the group. Already Utumno was affecting the bedraggled group. Their hair was beginning to lose it's lustre and the spark in their eyes began to dull, all that is except the Blonde elf who had spoken so forcefully.
"Whee've found them fooor you Masster."
The little pathetic Schram danced nervously before the great throne. It's wheedling voice almost lost amidst the roar and clatter of the city outside. The figure on the throne rose, his black cloak rippling as he did so. The Schram emitted a whine of terror and Morgoth lowered his hood and fixed him with a deadly gaze.
"Bring them before me."
"Yessss, yessss Great one, mighty one!" The Schram bowed itself out.
All around the court of Morgoth pressed forward eager to see who would be brought before the Lord of Middle Earth. The clank of many chains could be heard coming up the corridor to the audience chamber. The doors opened and several Elves were propelled roughly through them. They were chained together by the wrists and the ankles, which forced them to shuffle slowly past the assembled court who hissed and cackled with a mixture of fear and glee.
The creature escorting the prisoners pulled sharply on the chain he held. All seven Elves were jerked to a halt. They stared around the high chamber; their faces were blank, betraying nothing but in their eyes danced a spark of resilience and determination. Morgoth approached them quickly. He came to a halt by the leader, a tall dark haired man, ageless like all the elves and a look that spoke of much wisdom.
"So Elf-man, what is your name?"
"I will speak not to evil such as you Dark one."
Morgoth turned aside. "It matters not Elf-man , I will have what I need in time."
The crowd pressed forward even further. The Elves could smell death and decay in the breath of their captors. After a short pause Morgoth continued,
"would you like to know why I had you brought here Elf-man?"
He waited for a few seconds staring deeply into the green eyes of his prisoner. Suddenly he snapped his fingers, the Schram rushed forward cowering and babbling.
"Show the Elf-man Clarf." Morgoth hissed.
The Elves were pulled towards a precipice that fell sharply hundreds of feet to the city of Utumno below. It was cavarous, descending as far into the earth as an eye could see, and beyond. Fires could be glimpsed raging in the depths and the stench that rose from it was putrid and rotting.
"Why would you want to show us that? I have seen sights more splendid and terrifying than that ."
A new voice had spoken. It belonged to an Elf with long blonde hair and a sharp pointed face. His face showed a hint of apprehension as Morgoth rounded on him.
"I am aware of that Elf-man. That is not why I brought you here," Morgoth now turned to address the entire chamber.
"I have studied much Dark Magic, delved deeply into the twisted depths of the other-world, read many Tomes by the Black Wizards. Through this I have discovered a process to create a creature more deadly than any under my control. It would increase the strength of our army a hundredfold we would over-run Middle Earth in days. No creature living within these lands can stand before it."
The crowd loved it. They bayed and howled, praising Morgoth and all his works.
"An Orc, my friends, an Orc. These fine Elves, for all their pretensions of goodness, will one day serve me as my strongest and most loyal troops. Their lives will be dedicated to wiping out all their pretty little friends."
"I will not join you Morgoth , whatever you do to me."
The blonde elf had spoken again. Morgoth laughed derisively. "We'll see Elf- man, we'll see. Take them for the beginning of it, you know what to do."
The demons guarding the doors nodded curtly and rose unanimously. One took the chain guiding the Elves while the other eight formed a barrier round the group. Already Utumno was affecting the bedraggled group. Their hair was beginning to lose it's lustre and the spark in their eyes began to dull, all that is except the Blonde elf who had spoken so forcefully.