The Last Light of the West

In the shadow of encroaching darkness, they came together — not by fate, but by will. A Dúnedain chieftain burdened with forgotten crowns. A dwarven warrior from the halls of stone. Elven flame, Gondorian pride, Rohirric valor — bound not by blood, but by choice. They are the last light in a fading world, sworn to stand where others fall.

This fellowship carries the flame of the Free Peoples through every trial, from the roots of the Misty Mountains to the fires of Mount Doom. Theirs is the long road — weary, perilous, but unbroken.