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Middle Earth in the Fourth Age, where new fellowships form and unlikely alliances.
Beware the wind that carries Mordor's blight,
For in its wake, it brings eternal night.

With the defeat of Sauron and the destruction of his Ruling Ring, a new era known as the Fourth Age was soon to emerge. This age witnessed the resurgence of the Númenorean kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor, as they reclaimed their former glory. The House of Durin also managed to retake Moria.

As the Fourth Age unfolded, the Last Ship of the Elves embarked on its final voyage, carrying Círdan, Celeborn, and the remaining Elves of the First Age, bidding farewell to Middle-earth. This departure marked a significant turning point, as it paved the way for the ultimate dominion of Men over Arda. The saga of the elves does not conclude with a solitary and decisive farewell. Instead, a vast multitude made the conscious decision to embrace their fate and endure.

After the passing of Aragorn, Eldarion ascended to the throne and his reign spanned approximately a century.

This is the Fourth Age, the Age of Men, and we will discover what evil still lurks in Rhun, in the latter half of King Eldarion's reign.

We are a collective of artists, poets, songwriters, and writers who all have a strong love for the creations of J.R.R. Tolkien. Each member has dedicated years to exploring and understanding Tolkien's enchanting universe, bringing a vast amount of knowledge to our group.
Old Lothlórien Cinematic A.I.

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In the realm of Lothlórien, where elven songs reside,
A tale of steadfast spirits, forever to abide,
Though their kin have sailed away, to distant Valinor's shore,
These last elves of Middle Earth, won't leave their home anymore.

Once vibrant and mighty, our power now wanes,
The tides of Time sweep over us, as nature's cycle claims.
But fear not, dear ones, for memories we'll retain,
In whispers of the wind, our legacy will remain.

We are the last elves of Lothlórien,
Our hearts are strong and true.
Though our essence may fade, our spirit lives on,
In these ancient elven glades, we'll forever roam.

Lothlórien may fade as the ages go by,
But in our souls, its beauty will never die.
With love in our hearts and memories so grand,
We'll be spirits wandering this enchanted land.

Song Lyrics by A. Knight