Or, Rogrog…since he is commanding the army sitting outside my walls…I suppose it’s too late to ask for weapons inspections, eh?
No matter, I suppose, if i do have them, I will use them…
Your cross-dressing cousin, the DragQueen has taken a bite of my rump as well…hope she chokes on it…altough I have heard that if you stew meat long enough, it gets tender enough to cut with a fork…
PLEASE TAKE THIS THE RIGHT WAY:
go fork yourself…
Jim/Woodmen220
Then why don’t you come up to Angmar and play?
Rogrog got bored waiting in the mountains all this time and decided to have some fun instead. Just to make sure you woodieses don’t get any crazy ideas, like trying to assemble an army, he decided to go kill you all. Preventive action! A pack of tunnel diggers obviously got themselves lost and surfaced in Mirkwood. Since they seem to be headed the wrong way, my way, I gave him orders to stop cutting woodieses into pieces and go stomp some dwarves instead. The Mirkwood races seem to have some spirits in them at least. West of the mountains only cowards seem to reside. It looked pretty promising with two armies marching toward Mt Gram, but in the last minute they decided to chicken out. I was going to give you a welcoming party you’d never forget, and now I’m standing in the bush with no enemies to kill. Shame on you. If you won’t come to me, I’ll come to you and split the heads of your little elven toy soldiers. Elrond, I know where you’re hiding and your little magical hiding tricks won’t protect you forever.
We picked up all the artifacts people have carelessly left behind them. We were hoping to meet some elves there to kill, but so far we’ve seen none. Are there no magic users left among the free? Or don’t you dare leave the forts you’re hiding in? We found three rings and a cloak that will come very handy… And some other useful stuff. Get your commanders some vaccine, because I have a feeling the future will bring plenty of diseases…
What good are trinkets if you have no population centers? You DS are losing them faster that snot running down Hoarmuraths upper lip (let me tell you, it’s like a river!).
Elrond
Better than you and you know it!
If you don’t, lets go mano-a-mano and decide
Population centres? Only sissies care about pop centres! We have a war to care about! We’ll put a knife into those noldo emmies running around beneath my mountains.
Seems a whole thousand dwarves got lost in Mirkwood! Well, Rogrog liked it all the same. Who cares if a few hundred mountain trolls die? It’s not like we equipped them with the most precious weapons we could find, and they only live to serve Sauron. They reproduce faster than dwarves anyway.