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.
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.
