tolkien

In the darkest corners of Mordor, thrived a tale untold. A tale of resilience, defiance, and an unexpected glimmer of hope. It was about a young orc named Grok. Unlike his kind, Grok had a spark of curiosity in his crimson eyes. And unlike the rest of his tribe, he did not relish in the chaos and devastation.

In the shadowy confines of Helm’s Deep, an overlooked hero named Haldor, a Rohirrim soldier, prepared for the impending onslaught. His heart was a tempest of courage and trepidation. The air bore a mix of damp earth and the cold tang of steel as he clutched his sword, feeling the familiar comfort of the worn hilt. As he stood atop the Deeping Wall, he remembered his father’s words, 'Bravery isn't the absence of fear but the strength to confront it'. Just before the battle, he had a fleeting encounter with Aragorn, an encounter that would forever be etched on Haldor's memory.

During the final years of the First Age, before the fall of Morgoth, there lived a humble elf in the realms of Beleriand. His name was Calenor, an ordinary elf with an extraordinary love for the beauty of the world.