In the vast expanse of the Edoras countrysides, where rolling hills kissed the sky and fields stretched as far as the eye could see, an ancient evil stirred. The land of Rohan, once known for its brave warriors and noble kings, now faced a new threat that lurked beneath the shadows of the towering Fangorn Forest.
Word spread like wildfire through the villages and hamlets, carried on the whispers of the wind.
In the ancient realm of Middle-earth, a land steeped in mystery and enchantment, there existed a dark and foreboding place known as the Dead Marshes. This desolate landscape, lying on the borders of Mordor, was a treacherous expanse of treacherous bogs and stagnant waters. Yet, it held a greater evil within its murky depths.
The tale begins on a moonless night when a dense fog settled upon the Dead Marshes, shrouding the land in an impenetrable veil of darkness.