Disclaimer: I own nothing of Tolkien's works, however all original characters and story concepts solely belong to me. The Grigori and all documented characters associated with them belong in the public domain. Any references to the original book, The Serpent and the Peacock are copyrighted to A Selby. Any references to the world created by Joss Whedon belong to him.
Author Note: Many apologies for the delay in posting another chapter, but three months ago I was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukaemia and I am in hospital undergoing chemotherapy which so far seems to be working, Go Me! I am feeling quite well and have my laptop and internet in the room with me so I will attempt another chapter although the keyboard feels oddly small! I have to stay in the room because my immune system is non-existent and I cannot fight off infection, so I am isolated so that I don't pick up infections from other people in addition to those that grow inside your body all the time and are fought off by your immune system often without you knowing it.
My book, the printed version of The Serpent and the Peacock is now available also on Amazon. Com but not unfortunately in the UK yet. I need to find a UK distributor first. However you can buy it from the US, the shipping is more of course but you can get it. The sequel The Paths of the Moon in which the story of Semjaza is continued along with existing character from the first book and brand new characters should be available on in a few months.
Thank you so much for your never-ending patience. I was not being rude if I didn't answer any reviews or emails. I was not well for the first cycle of chemotherapy. This is my second and I am a lot better with this one.
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"Giles: [Demon Giles] If you can't find third gear, don't try for third gear.
Spike: I'm doin' my best. I don't know if I'm drivin' this thing or wearin' it.
Giles: [Demon Giles] It's perfectly serviceable.
Spike: [laughs]Funny hearing a Fyarl demon say "serviceable". Had a couple of 'em working for me once. They're more like, "Like to crush. Crush now?" Strong though. You won't meet a jar you can't open for the rest of your life.
[Giles growls menacingly]
Spike: [amused]What was that? Did you growl?
Giles: [primly] No.
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer: A New Man (#4.12) (2000)
The Hellmouth
Chapter 7 – The Gathering
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The Great Dwarven city of Khazad-dum, Switzerland...
Ereinion Gil-galad stood on the bridge at Khazad-dum and stared reflectively down at the belching flames far below. He had not known Gandalf as he was in Middle-earth, but he did know Olorin and had met Frodo, Sam, Legolas and Gimli when they came over to Aman and greatly respected them and their sacrifices for the welfare of all of those in the Middle-earth that was his own birthplace and for him, his real home.
Now he was back, and although much had changed in the interim, he found that he loved it just as much and felt so much more comfortable here than in the rarefied atmosphere of the Blessed Isle. Everyone there was so elevated, as if nothing human or real touched them anymore. For the down to earth, honest to goodness fighter and individual that he undoubtedly was, he found little in common with them, but he could easily see why the tall ethereal Galadriel fitted in so well.
Celeborn... well... not so much. He was of the same ilk as Ereinion and stuck out like a sore thumb among the ethereal dandies in Aman society, which was why he spent most of his time in the forests with the Lothlorien Elves who had joined forces with Legloas and his Wood Elves in a shared domain.
Ereinion's time among the Grigori of Vevey along with Maksim the vampire and Maglor, son of Feanor, had been well spent and this visit with Sariel Barique, second in command to the Presiding Member and senior member of the Grigori High Council, to the massive city of the Dwarves delved so long ago and now being explored fully and lovingly restored by the Edain archaeologists and anthropologists, would be followed by their return to the fold in England. Eőnwë had need of them, the future of the world once again stood in peril and even the Grigori would eventually be called upon to assist them in their efforts. However for now, things seemed quiet and a few days spent visiting the city and the Hellmouth deep beneath it would be educational and informative.
Behind him he could hear the sounds of the dig site staff going about their business as they worked diligently alongside some of the Dwarves who resided in Moria still. There were still many guards about and patrols were frequent. It was one of those patrols that Ereinion awaited as he contemplated what the actual flight across the bridge and Gandalf's apparent demise might have looked like all those millennia ago.
He was so engrossed he didn't see the figure approaching him until it spoke close to his ear and it had to be said that he jumped and his hand went to the pistol strapped to his belt.
"A penny for your thoughts." Elrond's amused tones sounded softly in his ear.
"Elrond!" Ereinion's response was immediate and joyful. He clasped his one-time Herald in his arms. They embraced gladly and were joined by a grinning Thranduil and Glorfindel who also embraced him. "Truly I am not sure they're worth even that much. I was just ruminating on the Fellowship's flight out of Moria and trying to imagine what it must have been like to have a living fiery Balrog hot on your tail. They really were an amazing bunch of people."
"Aye." Elrond agreed and his often severe features softened with remembrance. "They were all that indeed and very brave to boot. Is Maksim not with you? And Maglor..." He looked around for the tall saturnine figure of the vampire and the equally tall figure of his erstwhile foster father but came up short.
Ereinion chuckled. "Maksim excused himself from being near fiery places. He is still not entirely sure of himself near fire despite the reassurances of the Grigori scientists that his soul is firmly in place and he will not burn. Old habits die hard it seems. He went on with Elladan and one of the Naugrim scouts towards the Twenty First Hall and the encampment and will meet us there. Maglor has not yet left Vevey but will go straight to England from there. There are some urgent matters for him to deal with and I understand that the Maiar who usually guard Eönwë's residence have been withdrawn. Maglor has a team of Grigori Kerubim with him to replace them. I take it Celebrian has returned home?"
Elrond nodded. "Yes, Eőnwë has more need of her there to be with Kim and the children. Only Maedhros, his betrothed Jan and his naneth are there at present. Jim, Finrod and Eőnwë are in Scotland apparently trying to break Osse out of jail."
Ereinion looked blankly at him for a moment while the other broke out into ripples of silvery laughter around him. "Osse? As in Lord Osse? Lord Ulmo's chief Maia? What in the name of the Valar is he doing in a human jail in Middle-earth in the first place, never mind Scotland and why hasn't he just broken himself out? An easy job for a Maia I would have thought."
Thranduil clapped an arm around his shoulders and started to lead him in the direction of the waiting patrol led by a smiling Seth Falconer, the head honcho of the Grigori Kerubim. "You know as much as we do now. It is indeed a mystery and one which we no doubt will hear about in good time from Lord Eőnwë. We can only assume that the Valar sent him for some reason related to this current problem. We have all yet to be briefed. Even the Grigori High Council don't know the details and to that end Seth will come with us for our briefing so that he can notify the council of the situation.
Seth stepped forward with his hand out and Ereinion took it with a warm smile and a firm clasp. "Mae govannen Seth, it is good to see you again."
"And to see you my friend." Seth responded in kind. He gestured to the armed men waiting with him. "Care to join the party?"
Ereinion's rich laughter echoed around the vast Second Hall. "Don't mind if I do Seth, don't mind if I do."
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Outside Loch Mairie Police station...
"My oh my, now that's a whole bunch of salty goodness over there."
Faith's husky voice made itself heard over the hush that had fallen as the two groups faced each other. The groups were comprised of Eőnwë, Finrod, Jim and Osse and Rupert Giles with his little band of senior slayers with Celeborn and Earendil bringing up the rear alongside a being who resembled Feanor, son of Finwe and Miriel but whose feä was, in reality, currently residing in the Halls of Mandos.
Giles sighed, harrumphed and took his glasses off to clean them. He should have known that Eőnwë would hot foot it up to Scotland once he knew that Osse was being held by the police but the question was how did he know?
"Faith..." He put what he hoped was a note of warning in his voice. He couldn't see the Herald or Finrod appreciating Faith's particular brand of sexual harassment and the situation was bad enough what with Buffy standing there and especially considering the steam was starting to belch out of her ears again. It had taken him a long time to convince the Senior Slayer that the Eldar were not the Powers that Be and therefore not part of her self-declared open season on Higher Beings and that they should work with them. Buffy was no fool and she recognised Eőnwë for what he was and she did not like it or him... not at all... no sirree.
"Well hello fellas."
The sultry purr was accompanied by Faith's best sexy swagger. A wiggle of leather clad bottom, a toss of the dark hair and a lascivious wink that seemed to take at least two of the men, the tallest of the group, by surprise. The other two just appeared mildly confused in Finrod's case or, in Jim's case, very amused. He didn't think for one minute that the comment was aimed at him and Finrod was so used to women doing that to him it didn't seem odd to him.
"Fellows?" Osse mouthed in Valarin at Eőnwë who shrugged.
"It's an... er ... form of flirtatious greeting." The Herald had flushed slightly. "Her demeanour indicates a desire to get to know us both better on a physical basis."
"She wants to mate with us?" Osse's mouth was a round o of astonishment. He could almost feel Uinen slapping him upside the head.
"Quite probably. " The Herald murmured.
"Didn't your momma ever tell you that it was rude to speak in a language that nobody else understands?"
Faith was a bit huffed. She had just given it the whole sexy, 'come and get me' nine yards and these two visions of hotness were busy jabbering away in some weird language and ignoring her. What was that anyway? Some kind of demon speak? They were obviously not human. Her expression changed to wary and she drew her sword. Her action was repeated by all five Slayers who had accompanied them including Buffy who had a crossbow.
"Everything will be fine if you hand Ozzy over." Buffy was not backwards in coming forwards. She stood slightly in front of her group, her whole body in an aggressive battle stance.
Osse's eyebrows rose to his hair line. "Ozzy?" He looked utterly bewildered.
Jim and Finrod quietly hooted with laughter into their hands and a smile tugged at the corners of the Herald's finely shaped mouth.
"I think she means you." He responded. This time in English.
"Are you bozo's actually listening to me?" Buffy sounded annoyed and she flung off the warning hand that a very alarmed Giles had put on her arm. "We've come for Ozzy... Just hand him over and nobody will get hurt... maybe."
"Oh dear lord." Eőnwë groaned. "They intend to fight us for you Ozz...er Osse."
"Very funny." Osse ground out. "I've just spent a night in jail and I want to have a nice bath and a hot meal, not fight anyone."
"All of which you shall have." Giles hastily, and very bravely it had to be said, stepped into the line of fire much to Melkor's distinct amusement. "Please allow us to offer you all the hospitality of the manor, it's not far away and we have plenty of hot water... some of which will be surrounding some people not so far away from me right now when we get back." He muttered sotto voce to the slayers.
"Giles!"
"Buffy please. Allow me to introduce Lord Eőnwë, Herald of Lord Manwe the Elder King and Lord Osse, Chief Maia to Lord Ulmo, Lord of the Waters along with Lord Findarato, Crown Prince to the King of all the Noldor and their companion Jim who is a policeman with the Metropolitan Police." Which, come to think of it explained how they knew. The police computers would have told them.
A mutinous look tightened Buffy's mouth at the mention of the police. She had come here to rescue Ozzy from the cops in the first place and now here was another one from London to boot. Cops were pretty useless in her book. She had spent her teenage hood in a dangerous town where the local police were stupid and vampire killings were put down to gangs on PCP and barbeque fork accidents. Nobody seemed to take any notice of the constant mortality rate of citizens in general and high school students in particular. That was a whole other brand of stupid in her view.
"That's a whole lot of Lords." Willow's chirpy voice sounded from where she was standing with Celeborn and Earendil. They were busy watching over a now very laissez faire Melkor in the physical form of Feanor just in case. Melkor was busy examining his incorporeal finger nails, but there was an unholy light of amusement in his...or rather Feanor's dark eyes... at the standoff that wouldn't have looked odd in the real Feanor.
"We can handle this Will." Buffy said tersely. The last thing she needed was Will to use magic out in the open street like this.
It didn't seem to occur to her that the production of lethal weapons on a public street might also not be a good idea.
Willow smiled nervously. "I know you can Buffy, but I think what Giles is trying to say is that these are the good guys believe it or not. They came because they found out that their friend was in jail." She walked to the front of the group and cocked her head at Eőnwë. "Right? And I know you from somewhere don't I?" There was confusion in her voice as if she didn't think her memory was reliable.
Eőnwë gave an inward sigh. Yes they had met and he had erased her memories of the time in Moria. He really didn't want to revisit them just yet. A slight clearing of the throat told him that Jim had also recognised her. He shot the lad a warning glance and Jim subsided. The Herald obviously had his reasons for keeping the Moria incident quiet and would explain these reasons later.
"You do not know me." Eőnwë said gently but firmly. Which was quite true, they hadn't actually had time to get to know each other properly in Moria. "But we have just been introduced by Rupert and yes Ozzy... um... Osse is our friend, we came to help him, not hurt or capture him."
Willow flushed to the roots of her hair. She put out her hand much to Buffy's irritation. "Of course we've just been introduced, how silly of me... it's just that you looked kinda...you know... familiar somehow... How're you doing?"
Eőnwë's lip twitched uncontrollably. "I am doing good, and you?"
"Oh for god's sake." Melkor walked forward and stood beside Buffy who froze in dislike. She had to work with the First for reasons that she understood, but she didn't have to like it. "Buffy... Eőnwë, Eőnwë...Buffy. Buffy is a Slayer; she was the only Slayer until the witch here." He pointed at Willow who blushed even redder if that was possible. "... meddled and caused all of the potential slayers in the world to be activated. Eőnwë is a Maia, a form of angel from the Blessed Realm, but not from the Timeless Halls. He is part of the Powers but not one of them here. He is here in corporeal form to lead the troops against the Old Ones... and we have to work with him and his people who are mostly Elves like Celeborn and Finrod over there."
The whole of the Slayer group with the notable exception of Celeborn, Earendil and Giles turned to look at Melkor in disgruntled astonishment when he spoke of the Old Ones. They knew full well who they were of course.
Eönwë's group also gave a notable start at the mention of the Old Ones all except for Osse who smiled complacently.
"Have I just stood on some toes?" Melkor asked silkily. "And let the cat out of the bag? Oh dear me, how sad...never mind."
"Melkor..." Giles shot a dark warning look at his former master. "I really do think this discussion should be taken off the street, we are starting to gather a most unwelcome crowd." He turned to Buffy. "Can we just put the damn weapons away, do you really want to send the Loch Mairie police into overdrive and call in the SWAT team from Aberdeen?"
Willow was momentarily diverted. "Oh wow...do they actually have SWAT in that cute lil 'ol town? I thought it was just fishing and Scotch oatcakes."
Faith snorted with laughter and Buffy rolled her eyes, but she put her crossbow away in her backpack and the other girls hid their own weapons, much to the huge disappointment of the local butcher, the three old ladies who sewed quilts and baked scones in the Scots version of the local women's institute and four yobs who usually hung out at the pub when their unemployment cheques came in.
Buffy turned to face Giles. "Okay Giles, have it your way, they can come back to the manor house, but no way am I trusting anyone from the Powers That Be and as for working with them... the words over...my...dead...and body leap to mind."
Giles pushed his glasses up his nose and sighed. "Quite so. I think you've made your point Buffy, you and the girls both, but it has to be said that you may not have a choice in this..."
At this juncture Eőnwë hastily decided to intervene. "I think this conversation must be held elsewhere and we accept your very kind invitation. Our hire vehicle is over there." He pointed to a dark coloured SUV in the police station car park. "I assume you have a vehicle of your own? So we shall follow you if you show us where it is."
Giles flushed. "Vehicles plural as it happens." He stammered slightly. "And they are in Tesco's car park just down the road. Too many of us for one car."
The Herald smiled kindly down at him. "Then you head off to fetch them and we will meet on the main road all right?"
Giles nodded, grateful that bloodshed and tears had been avoided. "Thank you..." He rushed off after the gaggle of slayers with the stately Celeborn and Earendil bringing up the rear with Willow and a very self-satisfied Melkor.
"Tesco's? What is Tesco's?" Osse was heard to ask plaintively as they all got into the SUV. The answer was incomprehensible and only served to confuse him more. Self-service giant shops? You see what you got when you allowed the Race of Men to take over a perfectly serviceable world? Gobbledegook and nonsense apparently run by giants...that's what.
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A large manor house some five miles from the Scottish town of Loch Mairie...
Giles, Eönwë and Osse sat facing each other in in the comfortable overstuffed armchairs in front of the roaring fire in the library grate. Finrod, Jim, Celeborn and Earendil were seated at the large library table where they were crowded around the book that gave the most comprehensive information on the Old Ones that the International Watcher's and Slayer's Council could produce.
On the other hand, Melkor was rather incongruously and rather disturbingly sitting on absolutely nothing at all, one long leg crossed gracefully over the other. Try as he might Eönwë couldn't help glancing at him from time to time. Perhaps a naughty part of him was hoping that the dark Vala would fall on his ass. His face must have said what he was thinking very clearly because Melkor chuckled loudly and blew him a kiss, changing legs at the same time.
"He won't fall." Giles said bitterly with compressed lips. "God knows I've wished it on him often enough over the past couple of days if only to bring him down a peg or two. Being incorporeal allows him to exist by an entirely set of rules to the rest of us and that includes sitting on nothing apparently."
Eönwë laughed softly and Osse chuckled.
"Well it doesn't hurt to wish occasionally." The Herald said smoothly. "As long as he keeps to his part of the bargain that he made with Lord Ulmo. However we will be watching him very closely."
Melkor yawned exaggeratedly and stretched out on a non-existent bed. He closed his eyes and a gentle snore escaped him.
"Ignore him." Said Osse firmly. "We have important things to discuss and decide here and believe me, he will join in the discussion at some stage for it impacts greatly on his welfare also, as he well knows. He is just trying to get a rise out of us all."
"You are such a spoilsport Osse." Melkor grumbled. He stood up and went to a chair where he transposed his body to a sitting position as if he really was sitting down on it. "Is this better?"
Giles shook his head in despair and he refrained from answering; in fact they all did. "So if we are all finally sitting comfortably, shall I begin?" He asked.
They all nodded and Celeborn and the others turned their attention from the book to Giles.
"This world is older than any of you know. Contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise. For untold eons demons walked the Earth. They made it their home, their...their Hell. But in time, they lost their purchase on this reality. The way was made for mortal animals, for, for man. All that remains of the Old Ones are vestiges, certain magicks, certain creatures... or so we thought." He paused and took a sip of his single malt Scotch. "The Old Ones possess many different shapes and powers, but all of them are gigantic. They were worshipped as gods, ruled over vast territories, commanded fearsome armies, and constantly made war against each other. They also did not seem to live and die the way mortals do. In short, under the Old Ones' rule, the world was a living hell. As I said earlier, at some point, the Old Ones lost their claim over this reality; some were killed while others were driven from this dimension. The corpses of the greater fallen Old Ones were placed in stone sarcophagi, while their powers were drained and embedded in jewels affixed to the surface of their coffins. All of the sarcophagi were placed in a mystical graveyard known as the Deeper Well, a hole in the world which could be accessed in the Cotswolds in England, and its supposedly antipodal point in New Zealand. A keeper or guardian, with a small detachment of demon warriors, was placed in the Deeper Well to prevent anyone from extracting a sarcophagus. They failed, however, to prevent Illyria, one of the Old Ones, sarcophagus from disappearing from the Well, thus allowing it to be shipped to an employee at Wolfram and Hart called Knox . It should be noted, though, that this act was said to be preordained."
"Wolfram and Hart?" Celeborn and Earendil both asked at the same time.
Giles gladly obliged. "Wolfram and Hart are a group of demons known as the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart, who were weak by demon standards. They left this dimension when the Old Ones were expelled. Unlike other demons, the Wolf, the Ram and the Hart, now under the nickname of the "Senior Partners", became major players by establishing the evil law firm Wolfram & Hart and its many incarnations and branches throughout many dimensions. They are the ruling power here on earth, or they would like to think they are. They have a representative who I think that Melkor hs met, if I am not mistaken, in the Void. A creature called Lindsay McDonald who was once human and worked as a lawyer for the firm at that time. Angel was responsible for his death as I understand it."
"Ah yes." Melkor smiled in reminiscence. "Dear old Lindsay. And it was actually that green horned thing from Pylea called Lorne or something that did the dastardly deed, not Angel. I am older than the Old Ones you know."
"You and the rest of the Valar." Eönwë said calmly. "Even Osse and I are older, but they inhabited Arda first even though Atto intended that we should have stewardship."
Celeborn rubbed his chin. All of this turned everything they knew about Middle-earth on its heels. He could only just begin to understand how obscenely old this world was and by the same degree how old the Valar and the Maiar actually were. It had never struck him before, they always seemed to be old and yet young at the same time.
"This Illyria, who was she and is she who we need to defeat?" He asked.
"Illyria's seat of power was located in what would later be California, and she was one of the most revered and feared of all the Old Ones." Giles said soberly. "She was killed by rivals and entombed in the Deeper Well before being released into spectral form a few years back, which then took over the body of a scientist and employee and friend of Angel the vampire who was called Winifred Burkle." We don't know if she was destroyed finally in the apocalypse that hit Los Angeles not long after her transformation into Fred. We don't even know if Angel or any of the rest of his team survived. We have seen and heard nothing of them since that fateful day."
"So she is out of the picture." Jim stated quietly.
Giles nodded. "For now it would seem so, however we cannot rule out that she did survive and is behind this movement to raise the Old Ones up to power again."
Eönwë had said little up to now but he had a thoughtful look on his face. "Then perhaps our first port of call should be the Deeper Well, which has a new guardian so Osse tells me. We need to see if the current inmates are still secured for ourselves."
Giles nodded. "Yes, but as mortals I and the others here cannot go there, not even Buffy and the other Slayers. You, Osse and the Elves will be fine I think. You need warriors with you in case of trouble, but Melkor must certainly stay here. It's not lack of muscle that's the problem. It's the getting there."
"Which is where I come in handy dontcha think?" Willow stepped into the room followed by Faith and Buffy and a young dark haired man. At least he looked young at first glance to the occupants of the room, but once he was inside his one remaining eye showed age, weariness and hard won wisdom along with sparkling humour. His other eye was covered by an eye patch. "Guys, you haven't met my Xander shaped friend yet."
"Please to meetcha all." Xander grinned and suddenly his face looked younger, much younger.
"Xander is one of our most trusted inner circle." Giles said quietly. "Most of us have trusted him with our lives at one time or another and he has never let us down." He turned to Willow. "Am I to understand that you've found a way to the Deeper Well?"
"Sheesh." Willow waved a negligent hand vaguely in the air. "Like it was so hard to do. I didn't even have to use the old magicks. I just accessed the old Wolfram and Hart files from when Angel was there? And poof, there it was! I can teleport you guys and myself there in seconds."
"Poof?" Osse looked pleadingly at Eönwë who only just stifled a laugh. "What does she mean by 'poof'?"
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**Tesco's is a large supermarket chain in the UK
Amusing piece:
** A humorous and whimsical look at what Sauron's ( Rupert Giles) job application for the Dark Lord might have looked like from the pen of Alcarinalata of the Rider of Rohan forums.
POSITION APPLIED FOR: Dark Lord of Mordor (also known as Lord of Barad-dûr, Lord of the Earth).
DATE: I pen this manuscript early in the Second Age.
APPLICANT'S DETAILS: Insert passport photo
NAME: Lord Sauron
ADDRESS: …If my application is to thy liking I can most swiftly be contacted by completing a summoning incantation and ritual sacrifice to Morgoth Giver of Freedom… If this does not please thee, I can send my messenger the bat-fell Thuringwethil to wrest the outcome of my interview from thee…
RACE AND ETHNICITY (for Equal Opportunities purposes): I am a Maia of the Highest order.
ARE THERE ANY RESTRICTIONS REGARDING YOUR EMPLOYMENT?: I am available to work with any vulnerable sentient beings…
HOW MUCH NOTICE DO YOU NEED TO GIVE TO YOUR CURRENT EMPLOYER?: Following the Great Battle between the host of the Valar and the armies of Morgoth, my employer suffered extreme prejudice, and was thrust through the Doors of Night and can never again return to Arda.
CURRENT JOB TITLE: Lieutenant of Morgoth. I was shorn of my employ when Morgoth was banished.
EDUCATION AND QUALIFICATIONS: Although I hold no formal qualifications, many ages ago I learned great craft from the Vala Aulë the Smith (may his name be forever accursed and all his labours come to naught). I specialise in rings. Having studied the arcane arts for millennia I am now become a powerful sorcerer, master of phantoms and my tyranny is torment.
EXPERIENCE AND SKILLS: In my previous employ I was the greatest of the servants of Morgoth (may his name be praised). I was the first Captain of Angband, underground fortress and Prison of Iron. My armies of Orcs and Werewolves captured the tower of Minas Tirith which stood on an isle on the river Sirion. I then peopled that isle with my Werewolves. This opened up Beleriand to attack from Angband through the Pass of Sirion. I overcame the Noldorin King Finrod Felagund in a dual of songs of power, and had him imprisoned in my dungeons of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, as the isle in the Sirion was then named. I then had Finrod and his Elves killed one by one… 'Twas I that captured the outlaw Gorlim the Unhappy, and tricked him through enchantment into betraying the hiding place of Barahir and his companions. In this way I secured the land of Dorthonion for my master. With regard to skills, I have especial esoteric knowledge concerning the speaking of tongues.
REASONS WHY YOU THINK YOU ARE SUITABLE FOR THIS POST: Although in comparison to my mentor Morgoth I may lack might, I feel that I could more than make up for this through cunning, guile, scheming and treachery. Only I have the great ambition, lust for power and vision required to be Dark Lord and Lord of the Earth. In Beleriand the people feared me so much they called me Gorthaur the Cruel (Gorthaur in the uncouth tongue of the Elves means 'The Abhorred'). I should like to corrupt and destroy the Free Peoples, starting with those races of men who were faithful to the Valar.
HOBBIES AND INTERESTS: Destruction, Oppression, Corruption and Torture of the Free Peoples.
CONTACT DETAILS OF REFEREES: …Since my master Morgoth was cast out into the Void he cannot return to Arda… However his will remaineth an influence on the world. I can testify to the thoughts of Morgoth concerning my past employ… Perhaps the most appropriate referees to give testament to my credentials are the Free Peoples of Middle-earth themselves…