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Staying up late that night after dinner in his room with a pipe in his mouth and an axe by his side, for he never slept without it, Balor thought back to his childhood, and remembering something of great importance, he lept to his feet, flung open the door, and charged into the night. The next day at breakfast there was much whispering. "Balor has deserted us", said some. Others said, "He must have gone for help!". But it was Selenar who hit upon the true cause of his disappearance when she said, "Unlike a Dwarf to miss a meal of roast meat and ale, especially at Lord Elrond's table. He will not have deserted, for that is not the way of our people, nor will he have gone for help, for we are a proud folk, only calling on aid in our darkest hour." Just then a messenger came, saying "My Lord Elrond, Balor the Dwarf has returned!" All practically lept out of their chairs as he came, dragging an bound orc behind him. "Tell them what you told me, filth!" he said to the hapless orc. "We...the orcs of the Misties" the orc began to stammer, "Were ordered to search for a place of Elves and slaughter all who came out of it." "Who sent you!" growled Balor. "The Black Winged Ones!" the orc pittifully cried. "Take him to the dungeons" said Balor, who then turned to face the company. "You see" he said, "The Nazgul are abroad, on fresh steads! If we do not wish to encounter the power of all of the Nine, we act! Act now!" Then he went to his seat, and enjoyed a hearty breakfast.