Thûrak

Thûrak stands sentinel at the Morannon, the iron Black Gate where the legions of Lugburz pour out into the northern wastes. Fear of the Great Eye is the marrow of him, for he was once flogged on the gate-stones for letting a tark scout slip past in the dusk. Since that day he has not slept the whole night through, and his uruks know better than to be found drowsing on the wall. The Brughash of Dûrzan he watches with a particular dread, for they keep their own counsel in the south and do not answer the muster as swiftly as the Gate would like.