In the land of Rohan, nestled amidst rolling green hills, lay the ancient city of Edoras. Its grand halls and mighty walls had long stood as a testament to the strength and valor of the Rohirrim, the horse lords. But as with all places touched by time, whispers of a dark past lingered within its hidden corners.
It was a moonlit night, when the sky shimmered with silver stars, that a small band of Uruk-hai orcs ventured forth from their hideout in the Misty Mountains.
