Famous Last Words

Osgiliath  March 12 3019

So, the Rohirrim cannot come. We have the river and the crossings. The Corsairs occupy the southern lands, my brother keeps the elves in their pitiful forest. My Lord’s darkness covers all.

The Dunedain retreat to their city and hope to defend it. Fools! It will be their tomb. Now they are in, they cannot escape, and we will smash down on it like a hammer. Already, their Steward despairs. They have nothing to withstand us. They fight with swords against war machines, mountain trolls, and mumakil. And where I go they will crawl and cry. They cannot hinder me.

For are they not merely living men?