Mordor's power is growing. Sauron grows stronger in Lessien. The Battle of the Ring is far from over. Many things lay unresolved for Lessien and the war that looms before her isn't like any that she has faced before. As Gandalf's knowledge is enhanc...
Metal-armoured men clothed in black breast plates with a white tree embellished in the front stormed around. Well-rounded helmets that slightly curved into a sharp point at the top covered the soldiers' heads.
Lessien predicted their deaths, flashes of dark and dull eyes. The crowd was severely outnumbered as they charged towards grey, dull ruins mounted on horses. The general that lead the suicide mission bulleted towards the sneering, overpowering enemies, looked strangely familiar to Lessien.
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At first, his features were likened unto Boromir's but Lessien knew that she was envisioning the future and Boromir was dead. He could not be part of her future or anyone's.
On a second look, and as she observed more carefully, Lessien noted slight differences. Lighter, thinner hair and bright blue eyes. A different face structure. The two characters were so alike, yet so different.
It deeply unsettled Lessien.
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The time to ponder the likenesses between the unnamed leader and the fallen Boromir was over.
Lessien found herself worrying mWhat had happened that made Denethor sacrifice one of his cavalry fleet? What had been so tragic that this suicide mission was the last choice?
The men drew their swords and shouted.
A fowl-faced orc sneered as he barked orders at his soldiers.
