"The Orcs are coming."

The whisper was passed through the forest. The elves readied their bows.

There was a sharp twang, and many of the Orcs fell dead to the ground, with arrows sticking out of their throats. The eyes of the archers glinted above them. One of the elves gasped.

"They're above us!" Dark masses sprang out of the trees and latched onto the elves. Within seconds, the elves were fighting for their lives as new monsters came from nowhere. They had never seen such strange creatures before and were unable to kill them.

Lady Galadriel sighed as she stared at the scene before her in the fountain. The elves – her elves – were being destroyed by the strange beings. For the first time, Lothlorien was being invaded. Her magic could not work on these otherworldly creatures.

"What do you see?" Lord Celeborn asked.

"So many fallen… And the rest are fleeing to the West." Galadriel looked troubled. "This is the end of Lothlorien."

Celeborn stiffened. "We cannot abandon Lothlorien. We are the guardians, and we shall remain when all else falls."

Galadriel looked into the fountain. The silver mist in the water swirled thickly before parting. Galadriel remained staring at the waters for a long time. At last she looked up.

"Change is coming," she announced

"Good or bad?"

"Two worlds will intertwine. It is happening at last. The intersection of the worlds. There will be change coming, and it cannot be stopped." Galadriel stepped away from the fountain. "Our fortunes are bound together."

"The time of heroes has come."