Jarel, king of the goblins, stood proudly at the topmost tower of his magnificent castle. His arrogant eyes watched his goblins build and shape his castle and his orcs start to create more weapons that were more deadly than even Sauron could have imagined. He was still an elf and had superior knowledge of everything. He looked to Gondor.

He could see the White City from where he stood. He could see the people walking on the tiers and going about their daily tasks. He smirked. Havoc would be wreaked soon and all of his plans would unfold. He would capture more than just innocents. Even he knew Aranel was innocent. He turned his mind to the future.

He had his "hit list" complied already. First it would be Adelina, the wife of Arvedui, the leader of the Rangers. Then it would be Brenwian, queen of Mirkwood and sister of Aragorn. Then it would be Prince Arador, the crown prince of Mirkwood, who was merely a babe. It would be enough to rouse Aragorn, Legolas and the Rangers into action. He would defeat them with his superior numbers and then Middle Earth would be his.

All his.

His lips curled into a smirk.