1. Ambush in Ithilien
We stand alert, tense, hidden in shadows above the deep-cloven road cutting, awaiting my bird-call.
On this very road in ancient days, the last living heir of the newly-slain King fell to in-swarming Wainriders, stirred up by the Enemy. Kingless, Gondor staggered, but did not fall.
Now 'tis accursed Southrons, red-clad and red-bannered, who march towards the Black Gate, swelling the ranks of those sworn to the Nameless. Silently, we watch the sanguine horde crowd heedlessly into the narrow. Unwary.
Never to depart.
Our longbows creak under the strain. Once again will crimson slaughter befoul our beloved Ithilien.
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