The fifth era has arrived. Arda has changed. Now no one remembered or knew about that former greatness. No one knew about dragons, balrogs, or wargs-no one remembered any discord or dissonance, even Maiar has forgotten it. Only the Valar remembered the first three eras. Both Maiar and Valar now live among people, as if they are no different from them, as if this is how it should be.

Mairon is back from his job. An ordinary day, no different from the others...