Ungoliant was anxiously resting her massive sack of a body on her Great Throne, in the massive cavern under the Crack, a massive network of ravines, canyons, trenches, chasms, and tunnels delved in Mórenorë, the Dark Land. She was not attempting to rest; All eight of her red eyes were scanning the depths of her chamber. Before and over her, the end of the Crack opened up into her lair. Above the Crack was a blood-red sky. She was smelling the air beyond that. She sensed something nearby.
"So he has returned here at last?" Ungoliant said aloud. "Why must he delay himself so many times?"
Her hideous, pallid face was crossed with a malevolent smile.
"But no matter, I have work for him to do for me, so that will guarantee compensation for his lackluster efforts…"
Indeed, someone was climbing down the Crack, towards the bottom. Indeed, he was at the rim of the entrance to Ungoliant's lair. The repulsive armoured form of a creature contorted with spikes that riddled and broke the structure of his Man-like body stood black against the red flare of the skies above. The figure, with bent, jointed legs and twisted arms, released himself from the sides of the ravine, and dropped down thirty feet into the dark chamber. He was wielding crude, curved schmitars in his clawed hands, and was clad in mesh and sable mail and a tattered black cloak. He was crouching before Ungoliant, tilting his head upwards so that the luminous green of his eyes met the glowing red of Ungoliant's. He then bowed down to her, with his blades crossed over his ridged head.
"Vyköl, you have returned at last." said Ungoliant to her servant.
"Indeed I have, O Tremendous One!" said Vyköl with a low, raspy voice that was half hissing, half drawling.
Ungoliant stopped smiling and glared at her minion with frustration.
"I have a task for you. Fail me, and you shall be thoroughly chastised."
"What is your bidding, my queen?"
"I sense a presence in this land. Greater than one of those wretched Eldar, yet not as great as an Ainu…"
"Then it is one of those-?" asked Vyköl.
"No." said Ungoliant. "It is something even more pathetic."
"Must I go out to seek it?"
Ungoliant bent forwards, and stomped her armoured forelimbs before Vyköl. She was simply irritated.
"You must seek it!" hissed the Queen of Unlight angrily. "I cannot tolerate something freely traversing my lands, unchecked, that is even more pathetic than you! Now begone!"
"It shall be done." said the armoured demigod.
Vyköl then stood up and bent his legs, and with great strength, he catapulted himself onto the chamber's walls, and crept out of the chamber's entrance, and climbed back up into the Crack. He climbed along the walls of the Crack until he reached the lip of the ravine. He leapt out of it, and drew out his schmitars. He scanned the blackened wastes before him.
He saw a dark mass in the distance, and eyed it suspiciously. He then crept towards it, under cover of darkness. Vyköl was half creeping, half hobbling along the dark waste, as though his right leg was that of a crab. His right arm was jointed like the leg of a spider, the hand was twisted around, so that his claws were extended away from his body; He was clutching the scimitar that it held backwards. He looked on towards the large shape with great intensity. He could sense the purpose of this thing, and he wished to slay it. It turned out to be something he did not expect to see in the Southlands, let alone Mórenorë.