GANDALF: ''Whether Sauron shall have the object of his yearning or not, his forces will rapidly grow at a pace we cannot even now fathom or fully comprehend. The abysses of Mordor are vomiting out all sorts of foul beings; the watch of Gondor is over and the very Men are retreating behind those fortifications of stone that they deem secure and resistant for an assault. What they fail to see is the vagueness of their propositions, not backed by witty leadership. This is for sure. Soon, very soon, the Black Land will have turned into an ocean of turmoil and apprehensive hurry, for their master demands an army to be built in the shortest passing of time, knowing very well how no other adversary in the world could contend his will for return. While the sorcerer awaits our moves in the eerie fortress amidst thick woods, his minions do not waste time and labour unceasingly within the borders of that cursed land; whither the Dark Lord is bound to head, at the end of this skirmish between the two shores. The plague is fostering its advantage and ruthless course. Even with Sauron diminished and lessened in might, we are doomed to be overcome and outnumbered. This is how the wheel of our fate is turning and it does so very fast.
The eastern routes are no longer safe to pass through. It is not only Orcs or other ill-natured beasts. Lies and deceit have breached the feeble hearts of many human tribes there; weak Men, but not in the sense that Saruman would give. They wander without a certain scope and captives they are of their own voluble temper. They are very likely to fall prey of malicious lies that are spread across those remote places, cunningly and conscientiously. Our enemies had knowledge of this weakness and made it so that many of those people would reinforce the ranks of the shadow we all dread. And it is appalling how the innocent one might often be moved by fear and such compulsion which I disdain; they fear the Tyrant as we do as well, being the chains that bind them too nasty and intricate to free a spirit longing for liberty. It won't happen, unless our very Enemy is thrown off and defeated for good, once and for all. And, sadly, my lord, none could come to our aid in those far territories of riddle: two of my order had journeyed thither, endowed with a mission akin to mine. They have disappeared, though, and I fear they may have been trapped by the same unstable vibe which runs pervasively through those ways. Thus, we are sole and lone in the predicted clash; only on the western ones we shall count for sure.
Yet, my gentle sire of honour, honest I would not be if I did not tell you this: verily, I feel that the One Ring will eventually be found and discovered again in Middle-earth. At the moment of extreme danger, being the hour late and grave, hands will bear the wicked weight of that artefact. And I pray that those very hands shall be mere hands of common soul, for never has the Evil succeeded in marring whom was humble and lesser for our eyes. And seconding the opposite is the most flawed judgement one could make, since it is simple kindness and love that may keep the darkness at bay.''