A Mordor squad that was traveling towards Minas Tirith was ambushed by surprise. Most of the soldiers perished, but Al-Halbarad managed to flee among the tumult of people angry at the lynching. Fleeing, following the moonlight, he hears the rough tide of the west coast. The sand gets between his boots, the wind was cold... In the darkness, he sees the west coast, and a rocky hill. Al-Halbarad took refuge from the rain and cold among the rocks, tired, losing consciousness above the salty sand, in the middle of the darkness...