THE SHADOWS STIR IN MIDDLE-EARTH

Across the stretching plains of Rohan and through the ancient forests of Lothlórien, a ominous unease has begun to creep. The very air vibrated with a sense of foreboding, a palpable omen that something sinister was stirring in the darkest recesses of Middle-earth. The sight of men turned nervously towards Mordor, where the {black|dark|fel) mount