Something feels overwhelmingly dark and grim about the lands of Ithilien, the land in which Aranya was living her whole life. The ranger felt darkness sinking its claws into once peaceful area of the Old Forests. The Tower of the Rising Moon, which is now known as Minas Morgul, keeps her brothers and sisters in fear as every time she looks at the path leading to it. Every single day she comes there, silently observing the road as if expecting the hordes of enemies approach so he can beware his comrades of the striding Evil, which is about to invade the lands of Moon-land.
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Aranya
