9. The Last Debate
Nothing left but words.
A tale recounted of the Dead who needed no weapon but fear, who rose at the behest of a fearful oath sworn. Whispers of waves arising in immortal hearts. The Heir’s irrevocable stand.
Many words, little choice.
One battle was over – the field drenched in valiant blood. Mordor awaited, poisonous fume, dark evil and cruel death, and they could afford no move in folly.
A debate of words contested by Elf, Dwarf, Peredhel and Men. Soon… it would be a war led by sword, bow and axe.
As Hope had begun, so it would fight.
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