Gundabad

“Sire, your armour is excellent, but may I suggest something?” said Naraal as he stood before the decrepit old house with the wolf’s head device carved upon its ancient oaken door.

Asmalinde looked down upon the dark canyon. Her elf eyes were unable to penetrate the veil of darkness below her. It had been a difficult trek making it this far. Asmalinde’s arms and legs ached from the exertion of climbing. She had found a large crack in the granite surface of the mountain. The elleth had used handholds, finger grooves and natural depressions in the unyielding surface to make her way up. Twice she almost fell, scraping her skin and knees with contusions.

Word came today from Esteldin. 
One of my kinsmen that respites in the far east of Angmar has reported that a group of scouts have been send out to bring news from Carn Dûm to Dol Guldur and most likely Gundabad.
Most of them have been taken down, all carrying the same message.