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.''