"I can feel it in the wind, Aragon," An old man, clad in white robes, his beard and hair long and silvery, a white staff in his hand." I fear there are more to contend with than just Sauron." Aragon, a tall man dressed in shabby clothing, a large two-handed sword hung across his back, his hair dark brown, looked to the afternoon sky and answered," How can you be sure?"
The old man sighed," Rumors in the south speak of a dreaded black knight, a man in possession of a weapon, a sword that is said to be more terrible and powerful than even the Ring. Along with this dark knight are more warriors, both good and evil, who seek this sword called SoulEdge. I think too, that Sauron wishes to possess it."
Aragon shifted, uneasy at the thought of a super weapon stronger than the Ring," Gandalf, what do you suggest?" The old man replied," We must attend matters at hand, the Ring is still our biggest threat, if Frodo still lives, he must be nearing his objective, and the armies of Sauron are preparing their assault. Let us think no more of SoulEdge."
Deep in the valleys of Mordor, beneath the smoke plumes billowing from Mount Doom, atop the giant tower, the Eye of Sauron burned, its gaze reaching far and wide, seeing all. It spoke subconsciously to its most faithful and powerful servant, the mighty Black Captain of Mordor, the Witchking of Angmar. It ordered the capture of SoulEdge immediately, and to destroy any that stood in his way. Their target of MinisTirith was postponed for the time being, instead they would invade the countries in the south, with SoulEdge and the One Ring combined, the very gods would not stand a chance.