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Since the War of the Last Alliance, there hadn’t been much to interest one lost Maia --- but the slaying of a dragon and stirrings of an old friend (or enemy, or simple colleague) in Dol Guldur would do it. Hrathen was curious, and he was concerned. What he hadn’t expected, however, was running into anyone on the few remaining roads leading to and from the Mountain. Aren’t they all supposed to be repairing Smaug’s damage? He brought his horse to a halt, grateful he had chose a Mannish fana but wishing his crimson attire better suited the area’s norm. Nevertheless, he waved the stranger down, hopeful they would have information. People usually did. “Ho! I trust all is well in Laketown?” Hrathen said, feigning ignorance. “I’ve heard foul rumors, all of which I hope are false.”

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[ starter/plotting call ! ]

#┊╳ oυт oғ prayerѕ [ooc.] ┊#[ now that im a little less chickenshit about bothering people on my Priest No One Knows About...]#[ gonna flip to get some of nolo's shit done tho ]

⚔ g0rthaur ;;

Hrathen’s plan was elaborate and twisted and exactly the kind of thing Sauron would have wanted to think of himself, and that enraged him almost as much as the thought of another Noldorin horde on his shores. “Answer me this, Hrathen. Which of us was given the title of Regent? Which of us makes the decisions?”

He turned back to the window, eyes trained ahead in the direction from which the elven mass of meat was supposed to come. “When I want your opinion, when I have need of your suggestions, I will ask for them. Note that I have not yet done so, and know your place.”

Anger flared, but Hrathen bit his tongue -- albeit with some difficulty. Sauron spoke truth, but a truth that should not be. Hrathen was the one chosen by Eru to be at Melkor’s side. Hrathen was the one to suffer Mandos alongside their Lord. Hrathen was the one who toiled among the Eldar to ensure things went according to plan. dealing with their chaos and their misguided judgement to further Melkor’s designs.. Who was this troublesome Maia of Aulë to tell him to know his place?

This was a slight he would not forgive any time soon. His expression darkened, and he was glad Sauron had turned his back (despite how it grated). Such disrespect. “Regent you may be, but all knowing you are not. If you were, or if Melkor was, I would not be here. Anyone with a ounce of wisdom should rightly be able to see an intelligent suggestion for what it is. We are on the same side, as I understand it. Or am I again mistaken?”

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⚔ g0rthaur;;

He took the clasp and turned it over in his fingers for a few moments, lips tightening in disgust before he closed it tightly in his left palm. Silver trickled out between his fingers and fell in droplets to the floor. “We will meet them at Lammoth and halt them there.” He dismissed Hrathen with a wave of his left hand, sending drops of molten metal flying. “If that was all you had to tell me, then go. I have no more need of you for now.”

Idly, Hrathen picked a drop of silver off his shoulder and tossed it to the ground, looking more annoyed than anything. “Why expend the effort?” he questioned, gesturing to a map on one of the walls. “All intelligence and common sense points to the fact that those two hate each other. Even an Orc with the right information could gather as much. Why not simply let them fight? Push them a little -- a little poison in the wine in one camp, and I could even nudge the other along from within. Let them kill each other, and we clean out the weakened victor.” After a moment, he added, one eyebrow quirked up, “It’s foolproof.”

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“What news have you for me this time, lawkeeper?” He turned from the window and the view of Beleriand beyond, expression nowhere near hopeful, what with Féanor and his kin advancing on the place as if it was theirs.

“Little we had not already known, but that which I discovered could be important indeed,” said he, offering Gorthaur a metal object. A small, silver cloak clasp that may have once been fine, but was now beaten and banged by travel. It was not notable for its craftsmanship, or its state of damage, but for the emblem emblazoned on the front -- the heraldry of Nolofinwë’s House. Hrathen spoke with a firm face and a blank expression -- he does not answer to Sauron, and, if anything, should rightly be ranked above him. “Long have I been away from our Lord’s fortress, and in that time I have discovered that Fëanáro’s half brother was undeterred by that little incident. This is in our favor, should we take the right steps.”

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[ starter/plotting call ! ]

#┊╳ тrυтн ιѕ тнe one тнιng yoυ cannoт ιnтιмιdaтe [starter call.] ┊#┊╳ oυт oғ prayerѕ [ooc.] ┊