The man looked taken aback by this.
"You don't know my name? Well, it's Prince Luincrist the First of Dale, Lord of Ravenhill, Squire of Dain Ironfoot II, Survivor of the Battle of Dale and Brother of," he paused taking a moment to grimace, "King Bard II of Dale." He soured at the name.
"And you can present your urgent message to me," He opened his hand to receive the message, "What's your name anyway, Bubba?" He laughed.
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Thorin considered this. If the dwarf was batshit crazy as he assumed, then his proof would be wack. If he was attempting to jape with Thorin, he would likely run away after this entire ordeal. If he was telling the truth, which was doubtful, then there might be more to this story. It couldn't hurt to let him go. And he was a dwarf after all. Maybe he was tired after journeying from Gundabad. Wait. Gundabad!
"Thoruk Ironbeard, you came from Gundabad? The abandoned fortress? Why were you there?" Thorin asked him.
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Morgoth turned to him and beckoned Pyrus forward.
"Leave the prisoners in my hall." He commanded. The Maia obeyed, stacking the bodies down on the cold obsidian floor.
"Pyrus, well done. I want you to meet my lieutenant. You may have forgotten him. The Valar like to erase the memories of their enemies' deeds. This," he turned to the figure standing next to Morgoth's throne, "Is my lieutenant. Mairon. The admirable. The West called him Sauron, the abominable. You may have forgotten him but he was among Aule's most prized students. He helped you during your early days, though, I doubt you remember it considering Irmo loves to erase the memories of us."
The man who looked like an identical copy of Eonwe offered his hand with a smile, "Hello, Pyrus. Been a long time."
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