In the sanctum of Orthanc, Saruman's pride swelled like a storm-tossed sea, and it was there that the seeds of his treachery and covetousness took root, casting an ominous shadow upon the land.
In the heart of the ancient city of Minas Tirith stood a small unit of guards, resolute and vigilant, like a steadfast pillar of Gondorian valour. Clad in gleaming armour, they stood beside the long thought dead White Tree of Gondor, a symbol of a thriving bygone era, and an emblem of lingering hope, awaiting the return of their king.
