Orks

Having followed the trace of an incomparable white stag, the company of friends reaches the borders of the Golden Wood, near Fanuidhol.

That is when they hear the sound of weapons and loud noises from afar.

The abomination is trying to reach the sky like a rotten tooth.

Foul branches try to grope the fog like misshapen fingers.

A raven, black as night, passes Eliriael as the healer ascends a slope together with Lastore and Raolor.

What is fueling the actions of the Orks, the defilers of Middle-Earth, the Melkorohíni?

How can the Firstborn oppose so much hatred and lust for destruction?

Brothers-in-arms Annunghil and Raolor recalling memories of the past, pondering the nature of the servants of evil.

The camp upon Ost Galadh is exposed to all sorts of potential attacks, and Orks are patrolling many paths within Mirkwood.