He sat in the prison cell silently, his arms bound, and a guard watching him for some time, but he didn't care. He sat waiting for the worst. What was his master doing there!? Well, he supposed his master had long held control over the king, so maybe he should have wondered. Though the king looked nothing like he had expected, and even his master didn't seem quite the same. But he couldn't miss that voice. He was dead, or worse, his master would take custody of him. He wished they would kill him already. This waiting game was worse than the end result. How long had it been? He wasn't sure, he couldn't see the sun from his cell. He was exhausted, and hungry, but he was too anxious to consider sleep, and food was not to be seen, so he sat, waiting, watching.

The guards that watched him refused to turn his head as if they feared to look away, lest he should strike from behind the bars. Both fear and hate were in the gaze of the guard, but he was unconcerned, he just wanted something, anything, to happen! The guard suddenly looked to his left as faint footsteps approached. The steps belonged to the elf from before as he came closer, and motioned the guard to leave, which he did happily. The elf crossed his arms as he looked to Ghash, in silence. Ghash returned his gaze unblinkingly, waiting for the first move.

"So, you would freely aid us in this war?" said the elf, but Ghash said nothing. He didn't really care for repeating himself, and he'd already done it three times. "What's in it for you? Our last traitor had a price, and you?" he added. "Are you going to kill me?" questioned Ghash, growing weary of the baiting. The elf rolled his eyes carelessly. "Not yet, but I may change my mind." Why? wondered Ghash, but he didn't really want to press his luck.

"Well then, prison cell, chains and ropes, men all over the place, doesn't really seem like the sort of thing an Uruk would choose willingly." he continued. Ghash was silent. "Is this what you expected to get, Uruk, when you gave yourself up?" he questioned. "No." muttered Ghash, "This is more than I had presumed to get." The elf gave a thoughtful, 'hmm', but didn't comment. He moved for the door of the cell. Unlocking it, he entered, closing the door behind himself. The elf turned to face him, Ghash's eyes locked on him suspiciously. "So, one man's dog, is another's prisoner." said the elf. So that was his game, he wanted to get a rise out of him. He said nothing, he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction or the reason to kill him. He simply watched him, his brows furrowed.

"What do you expect from the end of the war? It's not like you're going to walk away from it, so why?" he questioned. Ghash slowly stood from the stone cot, meeting the elf's eyes. He wasn't any taller than the elf, but he was broader of shoulder and muscle mass. He stared unblinkingly to the elf, speaking lowly. "My people have long known there is far worse in life than death."/ "Worse perhaps, but then what's your reason? You don't get the pleasure of murdering another innocent life, what else do you have to fight for?" he questioned, but Ghash said nothing.

"What even is it to be an Uruk Hai? You've no Valar to claim you, your ancestry isn't even yours, just another pawn." Pressed the elf, a raised brow. It wasn't going to work. "No legacy, the only memory you'll leave is the knowledge that you surrendered and died to the men of Rohan." he continued as he began circling Ghash, who stood still, watching him from the corner of his eyes. "Sad really. 'the fighting Uruk Hai', and you're this. The mere mutt of an orc." pressed the elf. Ghash tensed, fighting the urge to reply. The elf sensed this, realizing he was on the right track. "A lot of bolstering for the result to be this." Ghash simply looked ahead ignoring him. He couldn't afford to get angry, and one damned elf wasn't going to get the better of him... Again...

The elf continued circling him, sneering distastefully as he looked him over, but he simply ignored him. "What use would you be anyway, clearly didn't do well as a servant of the enemy, and it's not as if you-..." The elf suddenly fell silent. Ghash awaited the rest of the snide statement, but when it didn't come, he turned his head trying to see the elf. The moment he felt fingers against his arm, he jumped reflexively away. "What is that?" asked the elf in a tone of legitimate confusion. He pointed to his arm, and when Ghash looked and realized he still wore her necklace, his heart stopped, and every curse he had ever known ran through his mind.

"Nothing." he said defensively, but this was less than satisfactory to the elf. He stepped forward and reached for the necklace. Ghash tried to move back, but he knew he couldn't fight with the elf, or get himself killed. He took the gem, jerking it against the chain, snapping the clasp loose. He stepped away, his back to Ghash as he looked to the item in silence. Instantly he turned on his heel. "Where did you get this!?" He demanded. Ghash said nothing. "Where!!?" he yelled, not a foot from his face, a look of mixed anger and panic, but Ghash remained silent, unsure what else to say.

When he gave no reply, the elf stormed out, tossing the keys to a nearby guard as he turned the corner. Of course, he should have realized that the elf would have known her. She was a noble, and because he was just that much of a damned fool, he's probably ruined his chances! Damn it, damn it!! Not only was he angry at himself, but he couldn't help but feel angry at having lost the jewel. He didn't really have anything of her, that was it, and now that was gone as well. Idiot, damned idiot! He mentally scolded as he paced the cell. Chances were the elf would kill him, and not even for the reasons he should!

Legolas entered the main hall, visibly fuming, his eyes trained on his hand. "You were meant to rile him up, not the other way about." chuckled Aragorn, but he said nothing. "Hey, what's the matter?" asked the dwarf, seeing that something was off. Legolas looked up, meeting Aragorn's gaze. "I found this on the Uruk." he said, holding the necklace out. "Well, not to sound callus, but we've long known that the orcs and Uruk Hai are scavengers." said Aragorn. "Aragorn, I know this necklace, I know who it belongs to!" He said. Aragorn's gaze fell as he understood. "I'm sorry."/ "It seems we've all lost to this war." said the dwarf sympathetically.

"What do you want to do with him?" asked Aragorn. "Right now?! What I want is to-... No, nothing. If we can find a use for him, then let's just get it over with and be rid of him. I shouldn't hold bias seeing as we knew he'd killed before, but I just..." he trailed off. "I understand, my friend. Did you get anything out of him?" asked Aragorn. "No, nothing. The closest he came was when I took this, but even then, he didn't fight." Legolas answered. "Ok, I'll see what information I can get from him, and when you feel up to it, you can decide what you want to do with him." Said Aragorn. Legolas gave a curt nod, then turned and slowly walked away, the dwarf watching him with concern.

"Right, well, I'll have a go at him while his composure is still broken."/ "Do you need any help, if nothing else, I know how to get information!" growled the dwarf. "I think not, Gimli, I think that would do more damage than good. Can you find Háma, I need to speak with him." Gimli nodded and Aragon turned to the dungeons.

Ghash had been pacing but stopped as he heard the steps approaching. Based on the softness of the steps, he had anticipated the elf, but he was instead met by the man. He cast a searching glare on him, waiting to see what he would do. "I'm not here to kill you, not yet." he said, failing to ease his gaze. "Nor am I here to scorn you. I am here because you claimed to want to help us." he said. Ghash still glared at him, but he sat on the stone and crossed his arms expectantly. "Is that not so?" he pressed. "I offer my loyalty to the king and his will." growled Ghash, "My will is his." replied Aragorn, "Then it is so." muttered Ghash with a raised brow.

"Well then, tell me." he said, "Tell you what?" questioned Ghash. "Anything. Saruman's plan to attack, anything." he replied. "I already informed you that my information is out of date, and of no use." said Ghash, "Not good enough." he replied. "That is all I have to offer." Ghash said. "For someone that is only alive with the understanding that you are useful, you're not very useful." Said Aragorn, crossing his arms as he spoke. "I have not been around my kind for some time." said Ghash, growing impatient. "And why is that? Why are you so estranged, or have you no reply for that either?" pressed Aragorn.

Ghash closed his eyes, taking a breath to control his temper. "My master assigned me to an errand. Before I could complete this errand, my troop was assailed by the men of Rohan. I survived from pure chance." he explained. "When was this?" asked Aragorn. "I... am unsure... Months ago, perhaps a year." he said. "What was your errand?" asked Aragorn. "We were instructed to locate a halfling. It was said to possess some weapon, I know not what kind. By now, my master is likely to have obtained it, mine was not the only troop assigned this task."

Aragorn fell silent as he mulled over his words. "Does this help?" questioned Ghash. "Do you know anything else?" asked Aragorn. He stood from the stone, giving a sigh of frustration. "I told you! Ugh! Ok... I believe there to be spies in the King's Counsel." he said. "Yes, what else?" persisted Aragorn. "I do not know! My kind are purely need to know, my master does not make a habit of telling us his plans!" he said. "Yes, but you must know something, or else you wouldn't know your battle plans." said Aragorn.

Ghash began to pace again as he racked his brain, trying to find anything useful. "I do not know! The plan as far as I am aware is for an army of my kind to strike against Rohan, then move to Gondor!" With a look of passive disinterest, Aragorn nodded. "Very well, if you've nothing better to add, I think that concludes your usefulness." he said then he turned and began to walk away. "Skai!" he hissed under his breath. Think, think, think!! Anything, say anything! Then it hit him.

"The corsairs..." he said out loud, mostly to himself. "What was that?" called Aragorn over his shoulders. Ghash moved closer to the bars. "The corsairs, the sailors of Umbar!" he said, "What of them?" he asked. "By my understanding, once an attack is pressed against Gondor, there will be a naval assault against Minas Tirith. However, I do not know if this has changed." Aragorn was still for a moment, then he continued in his stride, exiting the dungeon. Ghash was unsure what that meant in regards to his survival, so he sat back down, and waited.