With the Battle under the Stars won, you are among the loyal oath-keepers accompanying the High King as he gives chase to the Orcs that attacked the Ñoldor vanguard in Mithrim. In the darkness of Middle-Earth, only your dwindling stock of elf-arrows may halt his ride of retribution, one after the other hissing into the eternal night to seek its target's back. "Hold," shouts Fëanor, and puts his hand on your arm. His sharp gaze touches upon a fiery, distant glow, and his fingers dig deeper...
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