Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20151220012350/@comment-26210095-20151230144629

The Gondorian disappears.....

A lone figure walked up the Barad Dur. He was impressed by the architecture, but disgusted by the native Orcs. He kept a hand on his sword as he balked the last steps up to the thrown room.

The throne room was as made out of black stone flecked with red gems that looked disturbingly like blood. The walls and floor seemed to be made out of shadow, and the gems from fire. Then, a dark form appeared. Like smoke it was, like living void. It was cold, dark, and foreboding. It flitted this way and that, surrounding and enveloping the man. In a raspy voice, it began to speak.

"Welcome, Son of Umbar, to the Barad Dur. We have things to discuss."

Veantur kept his hand on his sword as he spoke to Sauron.

"Why should I aid you? You, who brought down ancient Numenor."

"Because it is a chance, to destroy Gondor"

Sauron struck a chord there. If Veantur wanted anything, it was to destroy Gondor.

"How do I know you will not betray me. Moreover, the culture of Umbar is the culture of ancient Numenor. How do I know you will not use me, then turn on me?"

"Because you are useful. Also, I bear no ill will towards you."

"I find that very hard to believe"

"Believe whatever you wish. If you side with me, you will destroy Gondor, and crush your enemy. The world will have Order, and Peace. But before this can be achieved, I need one thing."

"The One Ring, so you can reclaim your former power, I assume?"

"Exactly. If you receive word of this One Ring, you will send it to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I will contact you through the Palantir."