In the vast and desolate lands of Mordor, where darkness reigned supreme, there lay a labyrinthine network of underworlds. These subterranean passages, hidden from the prying eyes of the world above, were teeming with all manner of creatures, both foul and fearsome. It was within these depths that the trolls of Mordor would gather to feed, their hunger insatiable and their presence a constant menace.
Deep beneath the fiery pits of Mount Doom, where the molten lava flowed like a river of wrath, there resided a horde of trolls.
In the dark and desolate land of Mordor, where the shadow of Sauron loomed over all, the Ringwraiths prowled the ancient fortresses that dotted the barren landscape. Clad in black robes that billowed like shadows in the wind, they were the dreaded Nazgûl, the Nine, bound to the One Ring and servants of the Dark Lord.
Under the cover of night, the Ringwraiths mounted their fell steeds, creatures of nightmare with eyes that glowed like coals.