 | Alas, what friendships we had with the Istari, Curunír, are gone. I witnessed, from afar, the destruction of Orthanc's surrounding forest. The once fertile land, now a barren waste. Orcs and Men linger there now, and I am sure that they have spotted me in the distance. There is smoke and fire, and commotion. Atop his tower, there he is. Curunír himself; staring around the land... I should not linger...I must speed West. |
