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The Siege of Lothlórien

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Walküre:
The forest is all in motion to prepare for defence. Patrols become more frequent each day and night, especially. Rest has now become a luxury that none within the Golden Wood could afford. The valiant guards of Lórien know well that Goblins are not source of concern, as they hide in their lairs and never dare to head out of there, recalling the wrath of the Elven Queen in past days. Forces are thus amassed about the eastern borders, where Sauron is due to strike, although it is not clear when that is to happen. The hour is tense and menacing clouds gather outside the golden ends. The battle of Lothlórien is about to begin...

HALDIR: ''Grim is the present, yet we have to watch carefully and be ready for the strife. That obscure malice, which is poison for anything green that lives, has finally unveiled its plans. And so, as the Fellowship leaves our realm, we too are bound to cope with a grave peril.

Old days, chants of merriment and jubilee for the dawn of the sun. I miss the joyful voices of singers along these woods, when time was apt for feast. But blood and tragedy we are soon to experience; the bitter sorrow of war and the mournful despair for whom fell in the clash. The challenges you are soon to face, my gallant sentinels. My fate will take me far from my beloved land, for another people is in need, striving to survive the devices and spells of the one-time chief of the Wise. The most infamous treason: the Horse Lords will bear the most terrible brunt of war, and their lands, of which they are extremely fond, are already being raided and devastated. However, a new spirit arose, for the king his right mind and judgement has retrieved. Yes, he did take it back. He will then fight for the good of his loyal subjects. Pray, may valour and honour be enough to fend off the threat! And I, defenders and inhabitants of the heath, I will in short time come to your aid, so that the old alliance between our two kinds may be rekindled again, one last time.''

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PATROL: ''And so be it. May fortune assist you, chief. Our hope relies on the unity and determination of our people. A very courageous of a people. We heard that all possible horrors are coming forth from the ruined fortress; the strike will be swift and violent, for the enemy longs to make this whole territory his own, erasing our memory and decreeing the twilight of one of the mightiest Elven kingdoms that ever existed in the annals of history. The last act of grandness, as the Free People approach to the ultimate battle. The battle for liberty.''

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HALDIR: ''I fear our twilight would befall nonetheless, proud warrior. The time has come for the Elven kind. This grey era is getting close to its end. The few Eldar left in these mortal shires will give their all to vanquish the Evil, in the last and greatest war of the Third Age. But even with Sauron defeated and with the Good victorious, with a new king on a united throne and with sunny days as the common norm, the bell would toll for our kind. Not for tragic death, not for ruin or unfortunate fate. A sadness destiny awaits us all, but everything is designed to make us reach our true home; a green and immortal home beyond the blue surfaces and the curtain of mist. And even if many are to relinquish their arts and lands here, of this epilogue we all ought to be content. Don't dread! Within these golden woods dwells a force that naught if not the One may bend. A force which this bliss sustains and keeps alive, and the Evil will never breach this sacred shield.''

Walküre:
The guards of the Golden Wood start chanting in honour of Haldir.


--- Zitat ---Behold, he is the head of whom these ends guards,
Remember, long he trod these ways and anything with utmost care watched,
Honour, he greatly served his duty and of the White Lords of Lórien was a loyal vassal,
Mourn, he now must withstand a dreadful test, for he about all gentle people kindly cares.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
At the gates of the Tree-capital (Caras Galadhon), Celeborn sends a herald to Mirkwood. Thranduil must be informed and all possible help from the near Wood-elves must be sought as well.

CELEBORN: ''Go. Go swiftly past woods and rivers. Beware of the shadows lurking in the southern forests. Proceeding north from here and then beyond the river would be the best choice. This message has to be delivered and handed safely to the monarch of the Woodland Realm. His guards are ever-vigilant, as we are; they may already know that the menace gets closer to both our kingdoms, but we ought to be sure that they also feel our sympathy for the strife they and we are to face. Too much silence and incomprehension have existed between us. Two akin kinds of the woods. This shall change. At last, in need and danger, valiant spirits shall fight side by side, united in strength and purpose. Isolation didn't and could never bring anything good now. Shadows have come forth and waged war against all the free who inhabit this world; fool he is, who thinks to remain neutral in the conflict, for violence won't spare anyone who hides behind. Tell the woodland king that I am to lead Lórien's defence; we shall fight on the landing ground, we shall fight among bushes and trees, we shall fight on shores and on the river. We shall never surrender. The hour is late for projects concerning a unified force; not at the moment. I can't guarantee that Mirkwood won't suffer equally the deceiving schemes of Sauron. They must resist, no matter the magnitude or scale of the assault. This I command be done.

Once you have entered the secretive borders of their realm, it will no longer be possible for you to return. Remain there. Your services shall be of valuable use for them. I shall meet you again when woods are eventually liberated from all snares and venom.''

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