The ashy battlefield stretches over the once pleasant valley you called home, corpses of Elves, Men, Hobbits, Dwarves, and the evil Orcs the servants of the darkness.

The grass now as feeble as sand, light as paper, dark as midnight, the Eye of Sauron is the only light to show your path.

The Lord of Darkness, the King of Middle-Earth, the bearer of the One Ring, he stands, towering over you in a dark clad of armour his aura of fear reflects upon even his own followers