Chapter 20: Orcs on Weathertop
Meanwhile, on the ruins of the great watchtower of Amon Sul, Weathertop, Wargs howled in the night. Yazneg and Fimbul climbed to the top where more Orcs and Wargs were meeting. They turned towards their leader, who stood at the edge, looking over the land while his rare white Warg snarled as it rested. "The Dwarves, Master…we lost them." Yazneg said in Black Speech. The Orcs and Wargs snarled in disapproval. "Ambushed by Elvish filth, we were-" Yazneg tried to say. "I don't want excuses." The leader said, revealing himself to be Azog the Defiler, who survived his wounds from the Battle of Moria, and now had an iron claw to replace his left hand. "I want the head of the Dwarf King and Queen!" He demanded, petting his Warg. "We were outnumbered…there was nothing we could do. I barely escaped with my life." Yazneg said in fear as his master walked up to him. "Far better you had…paid with it." Azog said, caressing Yazneg's head. But then he lifted the him up by the throat with his iron claw. He roared as he threw Yazneg to the side. 3 Wargs proceeded to devour Yazneg for his failure.
Fimbul whimpered with worry as Azog walked back up to the edge. "The Dwarf-scum will show themselves soon enough." Azog said. The Orcs mounted their Wargs. "Send out word…there is a price on their heads." He ordered. He roared as the Orcs rode out to spread the word of the price on the Dwarves' heads.