The following story is based loosely on the Lord of the Rings and The Silmarillion, which are the sole property of the legal representatives( HarperCollins I think) of and created by J.R.R.Tolkien( LOL!I know he's dead! But the books still have copyright!:D). In this instance, a war has erupted in the Eastern Reaches of Arda, and whether or not these regions were meant to be or not to be, I cannot say. The Shadow People of DaëDor, a land in the farthest East, have risen against the learned people of LaüreDòr, the Golden Land, which lies to the west of the Eastern Reaches, nearest to Middle Earth. This land had in the past been visited by Men from Middle Earth, men who had forsaken their realm for its troubles during the time of Beleriand and had sought out the East, settling with the uncivilized people they found, teaching them great lore of the West and crafts unlike they had ever seen. They also aided them in repelling the Shadow People who, although great in number, had futile arms in front of the forged metal of the Men of the West. Now, centuries after the death of the Forsaken Ancients as the Men were called, the Shadow People rise again, larger and better armed than before, seeking long forgotten vengeance.(No similarity to any other story is intended. If I have "STOLEN characters or situations, let me know, although there will be little I can do bout em.This story is meant to be a Pre-Battle diary sort of work although that may change over time. It is incomplete and requires a lot of work before it achieves perfection, or something close to it.)