Five thousand soldiers of Rhun stood at attention, their shields on their arms, their pikes held high and their scimitars on their belts. Behind them stood five hundred archers, their bows and quivers upon their backs. Here they stood within the gap between the walls of Dol Guldur, watching as their Officer, a Genmet Yirra informed them of the current situation from atop his horse.
"... We are to march out of this mighty fortress to meet up with the forces of Sauron upon the Northern Vale of the Forest of Lorien. From here, we will strike down into the heart of the Forest to end the opposition the Elves here have given to Lord Sauron" Genmet finished from atop his horse, pulling the reins upon the creature as he held his other hand high.
A great response followed, a booming echo throughout the fortress and forest accompanied by a clattering of swords and pikes upon shields. "Za dashu snaku Zigur, Durbgu nazgshu, Durbgu dashshu! Hail Sauron, Lord of the Ring, Lord of the Earth!" with that, the Orcs manning the gate of the fortress opened its mighty doors as the Rhunic Force marched out, banners of the eye in their hands and determination in their hearts.
The Barad-dur, Mordor
The Mouth of Sauron sat at his desk, quill in hand as he filled in information into a ledger. Force locations, fortresses and such. He gently shut the ledger, letting the quill rest upon his desk as a knock came to his door.
"Enter" he replied, intertwining his hands upon his desk.
The Orc stepped in, bowing before the Lieutenant and quickly speaking his message. "The Lord Sauron wishes for you to travel to Umbar, to the Great Catacombs beneath the city to seek out information about and on long lost of the sons of Numenor"
The Lieutenant's mouth formed his famous small grin, before he beckoned the Orc to leave. Without much of a commotion he had left his office and arrived at the stables, mounting his steed Shakhgul. Spurring the steed onwards and with a flick of the reins, the Mouth departed from Mordor.