Greetings to all who read this,
I, Khamul, stand atop my fortifications at Dol Guldur and look to the Southeast. Lo! A Free army comes to greet me! And here I thought you had no manners; I stand corrected!
It is good that you come to surrender in person-you show proper obiescience to one of my potence and stature. And your proper observation of protocol shall not go unnoticed…
But what is this? You foolishly raise arms against me in the West? You dare to cross swords with the Nine? I spit at your insolence! I offered you the chance to surrender and this is how you treat my graciousness?
Your defiance shall fast become the taste of bile in your mouth; the taste that defeat brings to those who oppose the Nine and myself.
Oh, you find no liking for the words I use? I give you this-At least I have words; the Free have yet to make their presence known. We have yet to hear from vaunted Galadriel or Elrond. Where are they? They hide, like cowards, behind their vaunted “Light” and “Freedom” and wish to voice no word.
Fear not, for I shall force words from your throat, as I force breath from it. Your silence will fast turn into cries of anguish, and whimpers for mercy under the boot of Khamul. You have had your chance to acquiesce; now your surrender shall be beaten from you, along with your miserable lives. Weep now Free People, for the cold obliquity of oblivion harbors no sound!
This I give you, for I am the Dragon Lord, and soon, your master as well.
Khamul
