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The Lord of Lorien listened to his scouts talk about the Dwarven armies.

"Someone should get word to Eureka."

"No need." Eureka had just teleported in. "Put the border guards on red alert, in case any Orcs try to flee through Lorien. I'm going to lead the Grey Riders and some Grey Elven infantry through the Misties. We'll be joined by some Lindon swordsmasters and some Night Watchers along the way. As the Orcs who failed to heed my message flee their holes, we will be waiting for them. It's disappointing to me that so many Orcs decided to choose death over civilization, but enough Orcs took my message about the advancements in Mordor that I still have hope." Eureka teleported away again, mounted his horse, and led his force of Elves into the slopes.

Meanwhile, in South Harad...

Slythe sat in her favorite chair, deep in thought. Slowly but surely, evil was dying out, and the free peoples were taking over. Soon, Gondor would occupy Harad, it was inevitable. And what would happen to her? All those preservist pansies might try to convict her for causing the extinction of a few endangered species, or they might even convict her for murder or theft. Or any of her other numerous crimes. The only question was, what to do about it...

Meanwhile, in the volcano of the Burning Islands...

Tallus the Burning King was deep in thought as well. More and more Orcs were heading to his volcano seeking refuge from the wrath of the Free Peoples. And while he had more than enough forces to keep the Burning Islands safe from any foe, his men weren't of nearly enough size to launch an offensive against the aggressors. He was encouraging Dwarves to make their populace as big as possible, and he was training new soldiers as fast as he could, but the populace of the Burning Islands was still around half Dwarves half Orcs. And the news of that great fat fool Thorin III's mission to reclaim Moria and the Misties wasn't helping his mood either. He had hoped to claim Moria for himself. Ne complications arose every day. He needed something, some kind of bargaining chip, some way to ensure his kingdom's safety for a few years more. Mordor was the only substantial Orc location left. Angmar was decimated by that Eureka person, the Easterlings and Haradrim were weakened by Gondor and their strength is failing, the Misties are being wiped out by the foolish Dwarves from the North, Dol Guldur was smashed by the Elves, the Uruk-Hai were wiped out by the Strawheads, and Gundabad presence in the wilder lands have been squashed by advancing Gondorian armies. It was just him, and Mordor. Oh, and the Half-Trolls...

The Half-Trolls! That's it! They've never let go of their hatred of the free peoples, and their brute force would be even more of an asset for lightning raids and for use as a vanguard. He prepared to send ships out from the docks. He was already forming ideas in his sneaky little head.