A long and weary day of fighting has come to an end, but the victory comes at a very high cost.
'Things might have gone differently, ${PLAYER}, were it not for many sacrifices. The city stands, and Gondor remains unbowed before the might of Mordor.
'I am weary in both body and spirit, weighed down by sorrow. There is anger too, anger at the forces of evil that have taken so many of our friends from us, but it is the sorrow I feel most strongly at the end of this terrible day.'
Survivors of a long and weary day have come to the Threshold of the City, nursing their wounds and mourning their dead.
Survivors of a long and weary day have come to the Threshold of the City, nursing their wounds and mourning their dead.
Survivors of a long and weary day have come to the Threshold of the City, nursing their wounds and mourning their dead.