The Battle Under the Trees

It had begun with a distant tremor in the Earth. Then the breathless messengers arrived from the East Bight.'Smoke in the South,' they panted, weariness and fear on their faces. More messengers came. 'It is not smoke but dust, lord. From legions of iron-shod feet spilling from Dol Guldûr like plague.' Thranduil fights for his folk, his land, for his life.