Lady Galadriel, the illustrious guide of her kin across the eons, valiantly waged war against the encroaching shadows of malevolence, and provided steadfast counsel to myriad illustrious figures. Now, in the waning days of her enduring sojourn in Middle-earth™, she readies herself for the pilgrimage to the Undying Lands. With a regality that mirrors the loftiest splendours and a resilience befitting the mightiest and fairest of all the Elves, she embarks upon her homeward journey.
Deep within the heart of Mount Doom, where the heat of the flame saturates the air, thick like the very magma it erupts from, lies the Dark Lord's forge: Sammath Naur. Here, within the Cracks of Doom, Sauron wove his dark magic to craft a weapon from the very fires of the earth itself—a weapon meant to dominate all of Middle-earth.
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.
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.