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Sauron, Murazor and Khamûl was heading south. They passed the highland known as the Yellow Mountains and into the lands beneath. None of them had been here before.
The land had strange trees and animals. Large cats followed them at night, and screams from unseen animals in the trees followed them at daytime.
Neither Murazor nor Khamûl spoke during the travel. They both kept their rings on them, but did not use them.
Sauron told them about Dwar, the dog King.
In the south, they tell this story; "Dwars father Wim was born on Waw the Isle of Dog. His people were put to extinction in wars, but he escaped and his son became an able warrior, and learned many arts that normal people do not know. Dwar returned, revenged his father, defeated his enemies and became known as the "Dog King", for among his followers were evil Wargs which he controlled."
"No one in the south knew the fate of Wim. However, I know; as he passed east of Mordor travelling north. Eventually he found a forest as thick the ones he knew from the south. There he rested and expected to die, but he was saved by a woman of the bear people. Most of her kind had been killed in wars and she lived alone like Win without any relations to her own people. She fell in love with the person whom she had saved. He pretended to return her love, but his mind was possessed revenge not love. When their son Dwar was born, she told him her the secret of her people. The love between her and Wim dwindled as time went. He wanted to return to revenge his people, but she did not want to leave the forest. When Wim tried to leave with their son, she stopped him by force, killing him. Dwar was young but strong and clever and felt his mother had committed a deadly sin. He left her to die in solitude without her knowing his fate. He returned to his homeland. He told his mission to the people he met under his way and then I learned about him. He had become a strong and able warrior.
The three companions continued their journey, staying away from other people, never resting much.
One night as they where sitting around a fire, Sauron told them; "I will leave you now to find Dwars camp. Aware of his many enemies, he moves a lot. His spies are looking for possible enemies, so I will travel alone, but return."
Sauron left them and Murazor and Khamûl were alone together for the first time. Normally there would have been meat roasting over the fire, but none of them felt any hunger.
After a while of silence, Murazor said; "So you left your kingdom for a life like this?"
Khamûl looked back at Murazor; "So it seems, you did!"
Murazor answered; "I would never had become King of the Seapeople. I took what is now yours and brought it here; without me, you would not have had a choice. I am second to him who just left us."
Khamûl stood up; "So am I. I created my kingdom, where you created nothing."
Murazor also stood up; "You will know you place, lieutenant!"
The two looked each other deep in the eyes.
The silence was broken by a noise from the forest. Both of them heard the noise and knew the other did as well. Both drew their weapons.
The eyes from a wolf appeared. It slowly approached the fire. Murazor took a burning knot from the fire to keep the wolf at a distance; so did Khamûl.
The wolf was a giant and it seemed not to fear neither weapons nor knot, it slowly approached the two preparing to attack them.
As it was about to attack, a werewolf appeared from the forest. It flew into the opponent, and its claws penetrated deep into the flesh. The attacking wolf quickly bit the other in the throat, and even though the first wolf put up a giant fight, it had already lost due to the surprise attack. The fight slowly stopped as the first wolf ran out of energy.
The werewolf let go of the dead opponent. Slowly it seemed to change to a more human figure. Murazor and Khamûl slowly approached it. It was Sauron.
"Like the bear people and Dwar, I too know this secret", Sauron said.
Dwar was surround by warriors and wolves, when Sauron and his two companions entered his camp. Sauron had skinned the wolf. He threw the skin in front of Dwar. All the wolves started to growl and showed their teeth and the warriors drew their weapons.
Sauron spoke in adunaic, knowing Dwar had learned it as a child; "You wolf attacked us, and we needed to defend ourselves. I offer this in compensation."
He stretched forward his hand with a ring in it.
Dwar took it and put it on his finger.
"Know Dwar; that if you accept you shall live on where other die, but you will always be subject to me;" Sauron said.
Dwar kneeled and said; "I understand, but know that I only became king by greet and hate, and that the warriors standing around only respected me out of fear. Now as I have shown weakness, they fear me no more. Furthermore, the wolves will look to find another alpha male among them and that they will attack strangers to show their worth."
Murazor and Khamûl became nervous, but Sauron remained calm. He said; "do not fear the wolves have already selected their new leader!"
A simple grin from Sauron was enough for the wolves; they immediately attacked the Dwars warriors, killing them all.