G.R.I.T. Commander
In the Third Age, wings were either a sign of hope, or great despair.
"The Eagles are coming!"
"And with a piercing cry fell the winged shadows, the Nazgul swooping to kill."
Either Man or Orc, Wizard or Nazgul—the sight of wings filled beings with terror.
Upon the wind flew a beacon hope and life, or the shroud of fear and death.
Wings were the turning point of wars across the Third Age.
The Battle of the Five Armies and the War of the Ring both ended with the saving wings of Eagles.
To adventurous hobbits, wings were hope.
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