Tag: dol goldur

It is my weakened state that drew me here, herald. 

You are not one of the Nine. Perhaps you cannot sense it. 

For a thousand years I was no more than a handful of dust, yet in the first moment I regained a sense with which to perceive the world, I recall being drawn against the flow of the Anduin, north. 

Buried, lost in the water where my sight is clouded… I know it is here, somewhere. I can feel its resonance, a ripple whose center I cannot yet pinpoint.

Barad-dûr lies in ruins, the Men of Gondor watch it closely. They expect me there; my old strongholds in the East are useless to me. Here, I am stronger. Even as a shade, I can almost touch, almost see again… And this naked hill is undefended, hidden from prying eyes. 

I will regain my power, but I need time. I must be patient. We must be careful, quiet. When I have the strength again to move, we will upturn every stone in this valley until I have reclaimed what is mine. 

We will build a fortress to guard against the Greenwood and its scouts, should they venture so far from the safety of their halls. The hostilities you speak of may yet prove to be our allies in this matter– there are ancient things in the dark of the forest that would flourish, and aid us, if given a proper foothold. (Footholds, rather! Ah, they have so many feet…) 

Now let me rest. Speaking makes me weary.