The skies of Mirkwood were dark as they ever were, and out the windows of Minas Gîl shone the most omniscient of all light: a ghoulish green, flickering as a guide in the vast fog of the woods. The Hymn-chanter had returned to his abode, stricken by the defeat he encountered in the Trollshaws. Fearing for the loss of favour in his Master’s eye, Morsarch asked for contributions to be sent to Bree, in order to secure his operations in Eriador at the hand of Ferngurth.
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