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The cries of the massive horde were deafening, as the hosts of Morgoth stood outside Minas Tirith; one of the last strongholds of the free peoples alongside the blue mountains, a refugee camp inside the ruins of Fornost, the walls of Dale, Fangorn and Mirkwood. Recently a host of easterlings has come out of the east and driven the beornings to take shelter with the wood elves. The steward Faramir sat on his seat; pale with fear for his wife and unborn child as well as Aragorns' widow were in harms way. The walls of Minas Tirith were beginning to yield to the  massive battering ram Morgoths' fist. The men on the walls trembled for they thought thier doom had arrived.