The beacons blazed with ancient promise, beckoning to Rohan, and so they heeded the call. Before them, their comrades-in-arms endured the onslaught of the Dark Lord's minions, holding fast within their fortress. It was in this dire hour that King Théoden™ marshalled his forces, stirring the spirits of his kinfolk, condemning the shadow's oppression, and pronouncing their decree: Death.
Driven to the brink of madness by the merciless lashings of its vile Orc overlords, there lumbered forth a Cave Troll, a behemoth of dim wits yet endowed with the strength of a legion. Its skin was nigh impervious to weapons forged of iron, a testament to the unforgiving nature of the dark places of the world where it dwelt. Clutched within its colossal three-fingered grasp was a mighty stone hammer, a fearsome instrument of destruction that it wielded with blind fury.
In the depths of the pitch-black night, veiled by darkness, only the sporadic glimmers of moonlight upon grim blades betrayed their lurking presence. In dire need of refuge, Frodo, with haste, surrendered his destiny to the One Ring. But solace did not greet him. Rather, he beheld a pale and spectral sight: echoes of ages past, haunting and ethereal. Amidst the Unseen Lands, only the sickening radiance of the wraiths endured.
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.
The eternal elf stayed behind, choosing instead to live the life of a mortal with her chosen love. After ages of trials, and the immeasurable weight of sorrow, Arwen, the illustrious elven maiden of Rivendell, now stands at the side of her beloved Aragorn as he reclaims the throne that has long been in abeyance.
The King has returned, and the land resounds with the echoes of his arrival. After long ages of strife, upheaval, and the heavy shadow of sorrow, Aragorn, the worthy heir of Isildur, now stands to reclaim the mantle that has long laid dormant.