Within the derelict mines of Moria, the desperate passage of a fledgling fellowship, along with the incessant cries from a hoard of blood-thirsty orcs, rouse an ancient beast from its age long slumber. Stalking within the shadows of the long-abandoned halls, the foul creature seeks to annihilate this band of trespassers. With flames and fury, none shall escape its wrath.
Long had Gil-galad™ led the Elves, and long had he joined with the hands of Man, to defend these lands from the forces of darkness. After a bloody campaign, beating back Sauron™’s armies to the foot of Mount Doom, Gil-galad, alongside Elendil™, steeled his resolve and strode forth to face the Dark Lord’s wrath. Whilst his foe, The Dark Lord, wielded the One Ring of Power, Gil-galad held might unimaginable; unyielding, he marched on.
A winged thing – not of feather or quill, but naked and leathery. Armed with tooth and claw, its screeching cry, piercing and unnatural, invokes a primal fear in all who hear its call. A foul steed, it serves its rider to scour the skies and plague the lands.
Frodo knows his task; his mind is set. He is a Ringbearer; guardian of the One, and if he cannot find a way, no one will. The road to Mordor lies before him, and alone he will go on, for himself, for the Ring, and for all people.