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Erestor had seperated for a bit from his elven companion as he stood alone upon a terrace of Imladris, the council would finally begin as Boromir of Gondor had arrived last. He had been out scouting hence why he was in his ormal ranger garb but was told to mind not as the council must begin now, the maiden whom had told him had walked off long ago already. Enough time had passed and his presence required he only hoped Nimrondel was already there waiting, stride for stride his steps were soft and unhead as he entered the council chamber seeing those of his kin, men and even dwarves but he cared not as he took his seat beside the one named Boromir.

As he the river and crossed in to Rohan from Wold he came to a stop at the south west corner of Fangorn forest. He looked at the forest then to the open land. He herd storys about the forest and all of them made Azog vary uneasy. Shaking his head he rides west along the forest edge staying in the clear. Finaly the tower of Isengard came it to view on the harisan. Azog pushed his horse harder ridding as fast as he could to the tower. With in a hower and a half Azog finaly made it to Isengard. Slowly he looks around with his orc eyes from under his hood then slowly dismount. He let his horse walk arond freely as he walked up the grate steps to the doors of the tower.
The door swung open and a servent of Saruman came out to greet him. "I hate dealling with underlings." He mumbeld to his self. THe sun was beeting down on Azog's back making him even more eratated. The servent walked up to Azog. "Welcome Master Azog to Isengard." Azog took a step back. "I'm here to talki to..... He was cut of by the servent. "I know why your here come in and get out of the sun." This was another reson why he hatted wiserds. They seemed to know evry thing that was going on.
Azog looked around once more then walked in to the tower following the servent to a remot room of the tower. "Pleas whate here master Azog. The master will be here soon."

With in minets the door to the room opend and in walked Saruman. Azog felt a bit jumpy not knowing what to expect. "Why are you here?" Demanded Saruman. Azog smiled as he pulled his hood down reveling his orc face. Sevrel scars ran alond his cheek and one that whent along his neck, as if some one once cut.
"The master wants you to make an army lage enuf to take over all of middel earth." Saruman looed at the orc and thought some. "How do you sapose I do this?" Asked Saruman. Azog grined. "You will make them thrue magic and potions." Azog pulled out an envalope and handded it to Saruman. Thaking the note Saruman opens it and reads over it. "What is this?" That is how to make you army. The Master will sind you a leagion of his army to help you get started." Azog chuckeld some. "War is comming to middel earth and you need to get readdy for it." Saruman stoped and looked at the orc. "Stay here and dont come out till I come for you. Sevrel people are comming this way and I don't want any one to know whats going on just yet." Azog nodded and sat down flipping thrue a random book. "Have one of your todes bring me some thing to drink." Saruman nodded and was off closing the door behind him.

Gordo jumped back a step when he saw movement along the ridge, "Argh! I knew ye was up there, now come and get yer-" He stopped himself when he realized that Elrothiel seemed to mean him no harm. Finally he relaxed and slung his urgosh over his shoulder. "Aye, uh, greetins' yerself. And, er, sorry 'bout that. Gotta be on yer gaurd, you know. Eyes straight ahead, you know, that sort of thing."

Azog sat in the room with a pitcher of wine and a glass to drink it out of. He fliped thrue the pages of the book as he wates for Saruman to return amd let him know it was okay to leave.

Gordo scoffed, "Ah, lost yer friend, have ye?" He didn't slow his pace and had no concern whether the elf cared to follow or not. "Ever since I came down the mountain I've been smellin' orc all around but not seen hide nor hair of the filth. Just come from Moria, ye know, but the filth wrecked the whole front of the gates. Can't get in or out, you know, and they stuck a slimy watcher in the lake. Smelled just as bad as the filth, you know," He planted the dragon-tooth end of his urgosh in the solid ground, sucking from it a breath of white frost. He sighed, "Gordo Bluetip Shouldersteel to yer Elrothiel of Rivendell. I've got me some questions that need a wizard's answerin' so I'm off to Isengard. Ye don't look like an orc and you certainly don't smell like one so I won't be stickin' you with me tooth just yet."

Saruman returned to the room and told Azog that he could go. Azog nodded and got up pulling his hood over his face and headding out of the tower. With a loud whistel azogs horce slowly trots over to the steps and wates. Azog whent down the steps then climbed up on his horse. "Just do as your told Saruman and evry thing will be okay." Azog pulled on the rengs and was off making his way back to Mordor. Azog looked like a lone Nazgule with his robes flowing in the wind as he rode his black horse as hard as he could.