All the others had preferred to die rather than betraying their lord. Upon crossing out the name of the latest victim, he realized that only two prisoners remained still: the man and the Elf who, he suspected, headed the mission. Sauron reached across the huge table covered with maps and plans, where he used to work every time he retreated into his turret, and took a list of names from among the papers. One didn’t find such a thing in the forest on a daily basis. Eleven Elves and a man with tormented visage, all disguised as Orcs. That band of outlaws had been a little entertainment during the last few days, and certainly the subjects thst formed it were not at all conventional. Sauron knew what that meant: the beasts were feasting on another of the, at first, twelve prisoners who had been captured recently.
In the fortress built on the island of the river Sirion, now called the Isle of Werewolves, the howling of the wolves had become still for a moment. Having said that, read and enjoy, and review! :) Melkor's battle with Fingolfin after the conquest of Minas Tirith), I'm following the one from the Grey Annals, instead of the one in the Silmarillion.
In next ones it will be rather secondary.Īs for chronology of events (i.e. There's slash in this first chapter, but this won't be exactly a slash fic. However, for those of you that haven't read it, I explain some references to the previous fic in the end notes. This story is a continuation of my other fic, "The Burnt God", and it 's better to read it after that.
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