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.
