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The three (Saruman, Azog and Vargost) finally reach Mogroth's scar, the compan of balrogs behind them.

Inside the cave is a shadowy form, folding in on itself and arching upwards like a liquid pillar held together by an invisible force. "The master is almost awake," muttered Saruman to nobody in particular. A wry grin crossed Vargost's face, "we can awaken him!" He roared jovially, "what do we need for such a process?" asked Saruman, "oh, that's simple. A little bit of dragon's blood..."

With that two of the balrogs grabbed Saragoth, wrenching him towards an alter, "WHAT!" Bellowed Saragoth, "you can't kill me!" He writhed in his captors' grip, trying desperately to escape. "You can't do this!" He whined, "I can and I will!" Replied a near salavating Vargost.

Saragoth was pushed onto the alter, his stomach pointing upwards. Vargost pulled a large sacrificial knife from it's scabbard, "kill it." Azog said, "oh trust me, I will!" Vargost replied. Saragoth cowered as Vargost apporached, "no! Please!" He begged, but it was to late. The knife was already through his heart.

A malovent laugh rose from the shadow, echoing through the halls, "AT LAST!" It cried, the shadow solidified and then exploded in a burst of flame, like a peacock spreading it's feathers. From the flames a shape emerged, it was a strqnge shape, without any legs and instead two pairs of softly beating wings, "the master..." Whispered Saruman, "he lives," replied azog. "My friends!" The shadow roared, "thanks to you, I live once again, saved from the void by you!" Now parts of the speakers body could be made out, a gauntleted hand covered in jet black metal and later a leg similarly coated, "for as you all know. I am once again mighty! I am the master, I am the king! I, am Melkor!!"