In the land of Mordor, where shadows dwelled and darkness reigned, there stood the mighty Mount Doom Castles. These fortresses of evil were perched precariously upon jagged cliffs, overlooking the desolate landscape below. It was here, amidst the ash and smoke, that the wicked Trolls called home.
These Trolls were not like the trolls of old, with their bumbling and foolish nature. No, these were creatures of malice and cunning, twisted by the malevolent power that emanated from the very heart of Mount Doom.
In the ancient land of Rohan, nestled amidst green hills and flowing rivers, stood the majestic castles of the Eorlings. These formidable stone fortresses were a testament to the courage and valor of the Rohirrim, a proud people known for their unmatched horsemanship and unyielding loyalty. Yet, even in this realm of kings and warriors, there were tales whispered in hushed voices of a sinister threat that prowled in the night - the Werewolves.