Clouds get close to the golden woods of Lórien, in a suspended atmosphere that carries angst and fear, for there is none who might not dread the menace of future ill to befall, especially those who ever have resided and bathed in light. Such was the case of the joyful people of the Golden Wood, since the departure of their one-time powerful monarch and the coming of the Lady and the Sire. The two were asked to keep the key of the kingdom and rule its subjects in wisdom, temperance and witty judgement. And these are rare qualities, nowadays, which one may seldom find in the rule above their head. But we're talking about Elves and the mightiest among them, clean and pure; far from vice as they are from evil. So that a land can truly be given the chance to flourish under the rays of the sun, and the fruits of one's hard labour shall be eventually rewarded for the good. This the Lady knows and taught, because the loyal sentinel, who never failed his imperative task, will see his home protected and sheltered, and his kin live the days ahead, in a brighter future that leaves woe behind. Hence, the new lords did came and were proclaimed the guardians of this region, oasis between perilous peaks and darkened woods. Yet, the so-named Elven Queen was not common ruler and a secret she bore, in that in her dwelt a magnificent force which green would make greener even in the most bitter winter and which seemed to keep decay at bay, halting the passing of time and rendering bliss a still present, to a point that Elves forgot grey days and there built a marvellous shrine. A secluded sanctuary, in which the art of the Immortals was not to know corruption, contrary to the voluble craft of the other races of Middle-earth. And every branch or bush was delighted to be nurtured by means that to nature belonged not; but to magic and arcane powers, hallowed and noble, acquired through the ages and taught by one of the Angels, millennia before. That formed the shield of those enchanted woods, charmed and blessed, or its wall that naught may breach, like the hard marble behind which Men are used to defending themselves.
Skies get dreary and thick, promising to rage and blow fell wind, to the damage of the sacred forest, that bad weather never has seen. The master has set his minions loose, as he wants his token back, to lead the world to a new darker night, inhabited by nightmares and wicked ghouls, whose malicious source is still alive and plans woeful revenge, now that he got to know that the Fellowship entered those safe ways, asking for relief from fire and shadow. Therefore, Isengard rises in fury against the shattered kingdom of the Horse Lords, although we pray that the hammer of Saruman will meet a gate that may not break; indeed, it is not stone-made, or of wooden shapes. It is the valour of those people, bound to battle their fate against the machines of the traitor. And the Fallen Wizard ignores that such hope may have been rendered frail, but it's not lost. Not yet. And destiny made it so that three gallant heroes shall join their fierce fight. And Elves might give a helping hand as well, should they succeed in driving the threat out of their dwellings.
Whilst the disgraceful wizard is waiting to unleash such army of dreadful steel and industry, his real puppeteer wages war to the country of Galadriel and Celeborn. Because he ever feared the potency of the Sorceress, being her able to pierce through every obscure desire and guess how things are actually to be, beyond any disguise or cheap trick. Being thus the War of the Ring near its bloody apex, Sauron deemed it right to begin his whole assault on all lands that dared define themselves as free. The Free People are outnumbered and besieged from all sides; every of them will have to fight their way through, for the Dark Lord has been amassing grand legions of foes, comprised of his southern and eastern allies. And allies they are not, looking more like pitiful slaves who beg for survival and were forced into an unnatural allegiance. Well, these armies shall be sent to every corner and region, with the sole intention of seizing control and erasing any resistance. This will soon happen within the borders of Lothlórien, as a foul host is awaiting in trepidation on the other shore, sending its vanguard to watch over the target and explore.