Radagast, Amy, and Gandalf approach the bridge to Dol Guldur.
"Dol Guldur." Gandalf whispered as he stared at the fortress. "The hill of sorcery."
"So far it looks completely abandoned." Amy assumed.
"As it is meant to." Gandalf said to her. "A spell of concealment lies over this place, which means our enemy is not yet ready to reveal himself. He has not regained his full strength." He turns to Radagast. "Radagast, I need you to carry a message to the Lady Galadriel. Tell her we must force his hand."
"What do you mean?" Radagast asked.
"Gandalf and I are going in there." Amy said. "On no account come after me. Do we have your word?"
"Of course." Radagast nodded in compliment and walks away.
As Radagast prepares to leave, Amy and Gandalf begin to stride across the bridge toward the dark, ruined fortress.
Radagast suddenly turns around and called. "Wait, Gandalf! Amy! What if it's a trap?"
"Turn around, and do not come back." Gandalf ordered.
Radagast turns and walks away. and Gandalf speaks quietly so that Radagast cannot hear.]
"Are you sure its a trap?" Amy asked as she drew out her sword.
"It's undoubtedly a trap." Gandalf replied quietly and draws his sword.
Walking through Dol Guldur, Amy and Gandalf have their weapons locked in combat incase if they run into any enemies. So far, the whole fortress looked abandoned. Still, there is an air of menace about the place. Dol Guldur was filled many pieces of sharp metal forged to look like vines of thorns.
"Now what?" Amy asked, whispering to Gandalf.
Gandalf walks into a large open area and begins reciting a spell.
"Cé ná ulco sís nurtaina…I ettuluvas caninye! Cánin i sá tanuvaxe!" (The evil that is hidden here...I command it come forth! I command it reveal itself!) Gandalf yelled in black speech and strikes his staff on the ground. From the jewel at the top of the staff, an orb of light/energy emanates and moves like a shockwave away, passing through all the matter around Gandalf. This seems to be a spell that reveals hidden evil. Seeing nothing, Gandalf walks to a new place and begins saying the spell again.
Down below the fortress, Gandalf's voice is heard echoing all over. The echo caught the attention of Azog the Defiler. Azog's eyes were completely shut and had been listening to the echoes all around. He opens his eyes and noticed who it was.
"Zidgu." (The Wizard has come.) Azog growled in black speech, knowing that Gandalf had arrived to the fortress.
"Obtoragish gulum-nu. Gimyashim!" (He is lifting the spell. He will find us!) An Orc Underling said.
"Hurnash." (Yes…he will.) Azog grinned wickedly.
Back on top, Gandalf and Amy had been wandering and searching the courtyard.
"This spot's all clear." Amy checked, but suddenly heard something. "What was that?"
"Keep your eyes open." Gandalf said. "The Necromancer thinks he could hide from us, but he will emerge."
Amy looks back while Gandalf walks ahead, but that was when a strange diminished figure from high up, leaps and pounces onto Gandalf.
"Gandalf!" Amy yelled.
The figure snarled, trying to kill and most likely eat Gandalf. Gandalf managed to gain the upper hand and pushes the figure off him. The figure let out a yell as he tried to tackle him, but the wizard shoved the figure and falls off of a ledge.
"What was that?" Amy exclaimed.
"Come!" Gandalf shouted.
Gandalf and Amy run down and chase after the figure. Running through the corridors, they have been hearing growls from the figure, who keeps avoiding and appearing. Suddenly the figure leaps out and attacks Amy. Amy screams until Gandalf tackles the figure, puts his hand on the figure's head, and begins chanting. Getting rid of the madness, the bearded figure finally came to his senses and gasped for breath when he looked directly at Gandalf and Amy. Gandalf was surprised to realize that the figure was revealed to be Thráin.
"Thráin, son of Thrór." Gandalf smiled in relief. "My old friend."
"Gandalf?" Thráin coughed and began to realize what had happened to himself. "A lifetime. I've been here a lifetime."
"I'm so sorry I gave you up for dead." Gandalf apologized.
"I had a son." Thráin remembered until he saw flashback of himself and his son Thórin during the Battle of Moria.
"Stay back!" Thráin yelled.
"No, I will fight with you." Thórin argued.
"Azog needs to kill us all." Thráin explained. "One-by-one, he will wipe out the line of Durin. But by my life, he should not take my son. You will stay here."
The flashback ended and Thráin managed to regain much of his memories back.
"Thórin, my son." Thráin breathed.
"Don't worry, you'll see him again." Amy assured him with a smile. "We should leave right now. This place is starting to give me the shivers."
Walking across the pathway bridge, Amy and Gandalf had been holding on to Thráin, who had trouble walking.
"So what exactly happened?" Amy asked. "The time when you were in Moria with your son?"
"The Gundabad Orcs had already taken Moria." Thráin explained his story. "The dragon took Erebor, and we all fled into exile, but our father wanted to reclaim Moria. We were deceived. The enemy had already taken the ancient city, and we were all at war. I was surrounded." Then, he stopped with his eyes wide open in terror. "The Defiler." He breathed the name. "Azog the Defiler had come."
In another flashback, Thráin had been fighting his way through a number of Gundabad Orcs. Fighting and killing one-by-one, Thráin turned to face the Defiler who had been killing several dwarves. Azog roars in delight until he turns to face Thráin. Thráin believed he was prepared to face him and avenge his father. However, he was wrong. The Defiler used the might of his mace to knock Thráin down to the ground. As Azog laughed evilly, Thráin tried to reach for his hammer, but the Defiler landed his foot on the dwarf's hand and takes out a knife.
The flashback ended when Gandalf lifts Thráin's hand, and noticed the ring was missing, along with his finger.
"They took it." Thráin gasped in horror.
"The last of the Seven." Gandalf whispered and looked around as he began to realize that something was not right. "Come, let's get you out of here."
"There is no way out!" Thráin cried out and pointed at some vines that were moving. "They will stop you! The serpents will stop you!"
"Serpents?" Amy asked, looking around confused. "What serpents? I don't see anything moving."
"It's an illusion!" Gandalf promised as he bangs his staff on the vines. This caused Thráin out of his illusion. "Just an illusion."
"What in the world have they done to you? Amy asked as she approached Thráin, wanting to know more about the story. "How did you get captured?"
"Azog had his servants imrprison me here in Dol Guldur." Thráin continued his story. "I thought the old fortress was abandoned, but it turns out that wasn't." He turned his eyes directly at Gandalf. "I saw him Gandalf. The Necromancer, the one who could summon the dead."
"What did the Necromancer want from you?" Gandalf asked.
"I never told him." Thráin shook his head. "He tried to make me, but I never said a word. He tortured me so much, and I remained trapped for many years, lingering as a wild animal." He looks at Gandalf and began to ask him a question. "Have you kept them safe, Gandalf? The map and the key."
"I gave them to Thórin." Gandalf answered. "You'll be proud of him."
"Proud of him for what?" Thráin asked, looking concerned.
"Your son has taken up the quest to reclaim the kingdom of Erebor." Amy added.
"Erebor!" Thráin gasped in shock and took a step back when he heard it.
"He will retrieve the Arkenstone, and the seven armies of the dwarves will answer to a new king!" Gandalf said proudly.
Thráin shook his head in disapproval. "No, no... Thórin must not go near Erebor!" He warned. "No one must enter that mountain!"
"Why do you mean?" Amy asked. "Why are so worried about this?"
"Because a sickness lies in that mountain." Thráin explained about the sickness. "It was casted by the Necromancer before Smaug was sent to take over. The sickness drove my father mad. Mad that his love for gold, jewels, and silver poisoned his mind. Gandalf, what have you done? Why did you do that?"
"I did what was necessary." Gandalf said. "It was my suggestion to do so. That dragon has sat there long enough, and very soon darker minds will come if no one reclaims the mountain."
"I'm afraid Gandalf... darker minds have already come to Erebor." Thráin answered worriedly. "Thórin is walking into a trap. Once he enters, he will succumb to it and Smaug will kill him even if he makes one attempt to find the Arkenstone."
"That is why I've hired a burglar." Gandalf added.