Summary:

In the Fourth Age Year of 1571, the city of Gondor still stands as one of the biggest kingdoms in the whole that is called Middle Earth. The King ruled over his people, keeping all safe with his army. His name was Arathorn, named after his grandfather. He ruled Gondor with and iron fist, literally, and a sword by his side. He was bitter, because he just got news that his patrol was killed by orcs in the Valley of the Wind. "I cannot believe my best men could not defeat simple orcs. This is an outrage! I will not let this stand!" He slammed his iron fist on the table, nearly breaking it in half. He stomped down the grand hall to the barracks.