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The Siege of Lothlórien

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Walküre:
HERALD: ''I will go, my Lord. I will fulfil the task and bring your words to the king of Mirkwood. I will tread the outer paths and then pass the Anduin. Hopefully, those territories are clear from foes of any sort, as Orcs hide themselves in the ruined fortress and Goblins daren't to make any foray from their foul lairs. Albeit wild and unguarded, the Gladden Fields and the other northern territories are not dangerous to journey through. The sole thing one may feel and perceive is that a past rule was over those lands. Decaying statues of the Lady lie lonely among grass and untamed trees; revealing who once reigned such shires. Nostalgia, for the prowess of the Elven Queen may not reach and sustain those arts. No shield for time flowing, which all out of the Golden Woods consumes and deteriorates.

I too hope and staunchly believe that we are to meet again, commander, after all that is wrong will have been made right.''

Walküre:
GALADRIEL: ''While the approaching shadows and dark clouds veil the sky over us, we shall see the clear path; we shall see what is before us and our tasks to fulfil. 1000 years of peace and defence are now a dream that is slowly waning and vanishing in a tumultuous wind of events. A war was being designed and planned all this time, and now it's the hour in which all the valiant ones come forth and their own fate determine. Pain and sorrow we will surely go through, as all the other souls of this world will, because the threat is great and darkness reaches all, in one way or another. And I thus see, I may divine, grand battles and horrible slaughters among the Free People who this Middle-earth seek to defend from the mastermind that all moves, from his fortress-tower in the Land of Shadow. And my thoughts, gentle thoughts, go to any who the challenge shall face, be it wild forests, a hidden kingdom inside a mountain or a vast realm to guard. If the brunt, the gravest brunt, is borne with valour and success, the schemes of the Enemy might be halted, until the snake's head can be severed by the action and noble quest of a humble being of ours. A humble hero who willingly undergoes death and an immense peril. Be faith and strength with him and his dear friend; may hope never part from them. They are now far from my sight and concrete help I may not provide anymore, for ashes and raging storms don't let anyone's mind enter. Yet we shall not succumb, nor shall we give in to the Evil; a creeping malaise which for long hid itself and concealed its deeds. An illness, akin to the one that still lingers and affects Mirkwood on the other shore. That eerie fortress, as it was in the previous time, of that is the venomous source. Alas, if the one-time chief of the Wise had been wiser and by greed not blinded, those woods would have been cleansed from the filth long time ago. But wailing on a past guilt won't render the present better. Woods, leaves and tough trees, how long will you have to suffer and mourn? You I shall avenge, and what is wrong right shall be made. I promise, I shall. This is an oath of wrath and love for the weak; it shall not be torn asunder, as my pledge like diamond shines clear, and, as the stars in the blue, still remains!

And you, brave races of the World, fight and bring honour to your own kin. Shields shall be shattered, walls torn down, branches cut apart and set on fire. Yet, who now ignites war against us all will soon agonise and much regret his disgraceful choice. His fell minions will flee in terror and from all lands disappear. Wise Elves, proud Men and gallant Dwarves, the fate and next path are up to you only. You shall fashion the last fortune or doom of this old and grey continent.''

Walküre:
At night, in the palace of Caras Galadhon. The day after, a meeting among all captains and guards of the Golden Wood, along with the whole military council presided by Celeborn, is to be held to discuss the upcoming war that will spread swiftly across the trees and broad branches of those woods.

GALADRIEL: ''Tell me, Prince of the Sindar, at the turn of the tide, who do you behold in me? The Princess that had left bliss for grand deeds, or a noble Lady who strives and endeavours to save her realm from the very last menace of this age? A menace destined to determine what our fate shall ultimately be. What is to occur for the Elven realm under the old golden trees.''

CELEBORN: ''Fair love and bright pearl for all who cherish beauty and splendour within these secretive ways of ours, I see both. Your fire, warm and willing to make the wrong right, burns still and always rekindles your prowess, for you are up to contest malice as much as you were six millennia ago, when your legendary family set foot on the Hither-Lands on which the grand realm of my kind had been established. That Elven maiden, unsure yet fiercely convinced of her acts, who longed to seek solace and lively adventures at the same time. A Princess, who grew in strength and by any Elda revered for her far-seeing wisdom. The mightiest of her sort, later worthy of being granted the custody of one of the three treasures of the immortal kind in Middle-earth. The mightiest of the Eldar in this grey era of doubts. A queen, some say, who naught fears, neither would she ever forswear her duty or her people leave. Despised by the Dark Lord in his fortress beyond those mountains of ashes, and he has in truth great terror for your arts and magic, of which he could never guess the root or source. Aye, I'm certain my love, enemies shall regret their next move: to wage war against our land and threaten the peace of our paths, that always are defended and made secure by the valiant guard at the edge of the ends of the woods. The price and toil of defeat shall be their last memory of this continent, which they much yearn to spoil and mar forever with the darkest means, imposing slavery and misery upon all its joyful inhabitants. This shall be, as I'm sure of my words. The Elven Queen shall pass the test, and Lórien shall respond, giving voice to the most vigorous of the answers.''

Walküre:
GALADRIEL: ''Much joy and genuine wellness your words bring to my heart, loyal husband and valiant Lord of the Galadhrim.

At the end, it seems we are again together, embraced and tied, to face the ultimate test of our long staying in this continent, when all is to withstand upheaval and pain. As together we stood proud and defiant during the destruction of the beloved kingdom under the trees of Beleriand. After the wise rule of the Silver-haired Monarch had vanished, like his holy wife, whose angelic being parted from these mortal halls in the saddest of the ways. Yet we endured and we were brought by fate to the eastern lands. There, we saw the increasing peril spreading across Middle-earth and the snares of the false Lord of Gifts causing their dreadful outcomes. The wars for the reclaiming of the Rings by their evil craftsman were terrible and resulted in unspeakable wounds for both sides of the conflict; but the Eldar were adamant and fully resolute, that our Three Rings had to be kept safely in our hands, lest the only good of the Rings of Power were completely annihilated from this world. And war thus ended with us winners and peace having been restored in lands weary and suffering from the brutal violence. Then, it was not before a millennium that we were called and offered to govern the ancient realm of King Amroth, who had left these shores for the sundering seas of Arda and beyond.

The perfect place and environment for my powers to influence the course of events and shape our dwelling, which my longing for the western bliss and Nenya made a sanctuary among shadows. A shelter, secretive and hidden from malicious eyes, for all the Elves who love the green of this earth and are not yet ready to make the final step. But the might of my Ring I have forsworn, when the possession of the One was offered me and subsequently denied by me in equal terms. Nenya shall perform its last task and duty, until the undoing of the Ruling Ring in the fire where it was given life. Henceforth, we shall all inexorably head to our definitive destination: fading and departure.

I dread naught, my love, for you are beside me, as you have always hitherto been.''

Walküre:
The day after, the military council of Lórien has its beginning. It's night and all seems quiet within the defences of the Tree-capital. Celeborn hosts and presides the assembly, being him the general commander of the host.

CELEBORN: ''Military heads and gallant chiefs of our forces, you have here been summoned to discuss the plans to face the upcoming invasion of our lands. Yes, because an invasion it really is. We have gathered enough evidences of the will of the Orcs to head out of their dark lair and try to breach our defences. As much as we have formulated a vivid portrait up to this moment, Sauron shall probably seek to make it so that this sudden attack befalls at the same time of the strike he's planning against Rohan. He shall use the fallen White Wizard as his very puppet and therefore he longs to vanquish all the hopes of Rohan in less than a day. We have just reasons to believe that the people of the heath, the valiant Horse Lords, will probably not resist the assault of Saruman, unless the renewed and true White Istar manages to gather the scattered knights that were banished by the king, in time to save the fate of their very realm. Given the utmost peril they are up to, and in hopes to make them acquire more precious time during the battle, I have decided to send a company to Helm's Deep, at whose head Haldir is to be, as it was commanded. We hope that the task shall be fulfilled and that the armies of hell won't find triumph at the gates of the century-old stronghold. Should Rohan fall, we would face threats on multiple fronts, along with the suffering kingdom of Gondor being bound to contest another foul enemy. This we cannot permit. I'm confident and much hopeful that Mithrandir shall succeed in his mission; too many doubts and much unfriendliness have been spread so far across the shires of Men. If Rohan outlives the imperative challenge, Men will find unity again and they will be marching together to end the era of darkness that might become reality with a victory of Sauron.

From our part, we have to cope with a full-scale assault against the Golden Wood. We are certain that this will happen, as it was predictable. Henceforth, I ask that all of you be ready to bear ourselves with your bounden duty, which is the repulsion of every gruesome nightmare that threatens our quiet life. We do not have knowledge of the Enemy's schemes, unfortunately, as the eerie fortress is now veiled and from its foundations poisoned by the malice of centuries of terror. A terror that is to be unleashed against us and thrown completely into the heat of the confrontation. Presumably, the Orcs are willing to distract and frustrate our forces, with the will to make us waste energies and create openings via which they may proceed with the invasion. Any breach of our defences must be considered fatal. We must avoid this eventuality at all costs, with all the means at our disposal, lest hordes of monsters go past our woods unto the gates of this fair city upon the trees.''

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