Gorlakon stood upon a hill near by the main village of the Trev Gallorg, in his burnished Bronze Plate armour, his thick arms crossed his chest. The forces of the united Hillmen have spent months argueing, talking, both Crannog and Domongart had differing views of how to tackle the Legions of the Orcs to the south. Crannog and his warriors were proud, and fierce, and enjoyed to try to match their enemy in the field, as it befits their honor.
Honor was well and good, Gorlakon thought. His eyes were glued to the hilly landscape. The Creoth warriors have been training alongside the Duvardain and the Gallorg, though it seems that the Duvardain has something far more useful in the battles to come. They were sometimes used as a labor force, to build the siege engines for Arnakhor and his forces. Their construction would be a great boon on the battlefield. More so Domongarts prowess.
Angmar was bleak, and dark. With no real food that grows, and the food the Creoth brought from Garth Agarwen had long been consumed. It was difficult to feed this many people, on such a infertile land. Though the Hillmen of Angmar made due, and have provided, to which Gorlakon was extremely grateful.
The Cheiftains were hunched over together by a fire, quietly discussing plans for when they return to their ancestral territories. Gorlakon has already started planning with both Chieftains, with the resettlement of old Rhudaur. Not much stands in their way, and the influx of the Northern tribes would see that Rhudaur could indeed rebuild. Slowly, of course. But it was possible for certain.
Gorlakon had sent units of men, from all the tribes, to hold and secure each of the passes. A force had also been sent to keep a watchful eye on Carn Dum. Arnakhor was fiercely outnumbered. But that doesn't mean he won't be capable of launching some sort of raid. The time in Angmar is running short. Sooner or later the Warlords of the Orcs will return, for a sort of war council.
The short Red Chieftain grunted as he was lost in his thoughts. He will have to leave Angmar soon, and was grateful for it. Too long had he been from the counsel of Ivar. Too long has it been since he's been blessed by the bounty of the Maiden. His warriors also yearned to return home, though they were content to be in the field of battle, rather than forgotten in a ruin.
They will march soon, Gorlakon decided. The coming months will be a test of their strength.
