On the Night of the New Moon the First Assault Against Osgiliath Begins!
The Dark Lord sends forth the his most deadly servant upon his dark steed and all quail before his evil visage
To the north another attack is underway. Orcs from the Mountains come down upon the Elven Kingdom in Mirkwood!
Gollum sits upon the top most branches of the large tree. The clash of steel can be heard below. Finally, he hears guttural words spoken in orkish, calling him to come down.
Sméagol is no fool, he climbs down slowly, only dropping to the ground when he sees the slain elvish guards below him. He is suddenly surrounded, gagged and taken by a large group of Black Uruks. They look very much like the ones who tortured him in the Dungeons of Barad-dûr. Gollum is grateful to be free of the tricksy elves, but as he is hustled away by the Orcs, he realizes he must escape from them at the first opportunity. As they lope like great apes through the dark of Mirkwood, Gollum can hear the sound of fierce fighting fading behind them as the orcs move south toward Dol Guldur.
Gollum overhears their terrible speech, the words “Dungeon” and “Dol Guldur” he an clearly understand. These words were followed by evil peals of laughter among the orcs. So… the spiders lied to him, they promised he would be set free. Gollum is thrown over the shoulder of the largest Uruk as they move with great speed southward. The black Uruk carries a long knife at it’s side, and as Gollum glares wickedly at the blade, a plan begins to form in his mind.
Far to the south along the dark ranges of the Ephel Dúath, there issues forth a dark army from the Morgul Vale. Under the cover of darkness, the first of many legions of Black Uruks move out over the Cross Roads along the road to Osgiliath. Other forces move south from the Black Gate. The two forces converge in a long dark valley that sits above the ruined city of Osgiliath.
A few watch fires burn along the edge of the city as the orcs peer over the lip of the dell. The river curls like a black ribbon through the middle of the ruins and a great bridge crosses over it in the center of the city. It is the bridge that must to be taken!
Suddenly the night noises cease and a great stillness fills the valley.
The orcs further down along the dark vale to the East began to part, leaning away from the road and cowering with fear. A lone rider all in black comes forth down the road from the Morgul Vale, his horse walking slowly. The orcs nearest him fall down to their knees with heads bowed. The great beast of a horse has eyes of red and flames flare at his nostrils. The horse and rider stop on the road at the lip of the valley and look down upon Osgiliath. A great shadow of fear falls upon all those surrounding the Lord of the Nazgûl!
At a time long planned for by his Master in the Dark Tower, the black figure upon his horse lets out a blood curdling shriek that seems to send the orcs mad with a thirst for battle. The Lord of the Nazgûl raises his pale sword in the dark night air and the orcs begin moving as one down along the road over the last mile to the city below.
So begins the first assault upon the fortification of Osgiliath!