lord of the rings · second age · middle earth · fantasy · sauron · rings of power · high fantasy · war · elven lore · dark magic
The golden light of Laurelin has long faded, and shadows creep across the ancient woods. A chill wind carries the scent of ash and iron from the East, where dark forges burn beneath Barad-dûr. You stand at the edge of an age poised on a knife's edge. The air hums with unseen power, and a distant horn calls. you, will you answer before the darkness claims all?