The veiling shadow that glowers in the East takes shape. Sauron will suffer no rival. From the summit of Barad-dûr his eye watches ceaselessly. But he is not so mighty yet that he is above fear. Doubt ever gnaws at him. The rumor has reached him: the heir of Númenor still lives. Sauron fears you, Aragorn. He fears what you may become. And so he’ll strike hard and fast at the world of men.