Prologue

*They have forsaken Middle-Earth.  Forgetful are they of this place and for that I am glad.  This land is perfect for what I have planned.  Though the High-Elves are wary, the men are foolish and easily corrupted.  Morgorth was a fool.  Now I, the ultamite dark lord, shall reign surpreme in a shadow of terror more terrible than death.

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*Manwë, hear our cries and send them to Ilúvatar above.  Save us from this evil that slowly shrouds our land from the light.  Send us a deliverer.