An ancient enemy, buried in thick ice and snow
Our people of the broad forest should not be held hostage of fear, I feel like advising in the most benevolent will,
We patrol long and thorough the territories within the width of our green domain, for guard must not be lowered in any case, especially in the hour of awakening shadows from the caverns and lairs of the unknown,
Some head north, in rare occasions, to observe those menacing peaks that bar the passage through the mountain chain, which is foul dwelling of Orcs and akin filth,
Beyond, once lay the kingdom of Angmar yonder, an ancient enemy of the people with good soul, now buried in thick ice and snow, although scarce are the chances that the fallen adversary could pave its path into our present, unless twilight covers the entire earldom of Arda in a worse second night.