Greetings to all from Khamul,
I especially wish to offer greetings to the snot nosed rabble that claim to be the Free. Welcome to my newest display of potence: Caras Galadhon, or should I add "the ruins therof"?
I offered you a chance at acquiescience; a hand of fealty with love. You refused it. So brash, so insolent. Instead you have chosen the Path of Pain. So be it.
Witness now, the devastation that I have brought upon you. And this is but a fraction of my might: You have yet to see the full extent of the Might of the Dragon Lord.
Bah! Why do I bother? I have yet to receive a response of any kind from the Free. They are either to cowardly or too inept to do so. Though, I will admit I am surprised to see that my forces are actually opposing a Free army. Perhaps they came not to fight, but to warm their pathetic souls by the burning husk of a failed city…
No matter, they shall feel the white hot hate of my minions as they burn all that oppose them. None shall stand against the might of the Nine. One need only to look to Caras Galadhon to see the extent of resistance…
I say this not in anger, nor with emotion, but cold fact. Cold as the Winter that now besets Middle earth. Cold as the grave you called Caras Galadhon, and cold as the bleak oblivion of obliquity that I shall send all who raise arms against Sauron.
Know that Sauron looks over all. He sees all. He becomes all. You would do well to remember this when you look to the heavens, praying for deliverance or victory. You might see your answer as a Great Eye; Lidless and wreathed in flame. You will know then, that Judgement will soon be passed upon you.
I shall leave you now.
Khamul 232