Plot
The plot of The Third Age involves Berethor, Captain of the Citadel Guard of Gondor, who is travelling to Rivendell to find Boromir, one of the nine members of the Fellowship of the Ring. On his way to Rivendell, he is attacked by a group of Ringwraiths and almost killed, but is rescued by a female elf named Idrial, who is a servant of Galadriel. They share a vision of Gandalf the Grey, who tells them that Boromir is travelling with the Fellowship, and that they are headed in the direction of Moria.
On Berethor's way to Moria, he meets with Elegost, a Dúnedain Ranger. Following that, they meet with Hadhod, a dwarf warrior. After Boromir's death, the group is charged with helping what is left of the Fellowship to save the world of men in Middle-earth. In another change to the plotline, they help Gandalf to slay the Balrog at the Bridge of Khazad-dûm. They continue through the land of Rohan, meeting along the way Morwen, a lady of Rohan who has lost her family to Saruman's attacks, and Éoaden, a member of Théoden's Royal Guard. They arrive at Helm's Deep and aid Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli to fight off the Uruk-hai as they storm the fortress.
After this they journey to Osgiliath, and with the help of Faramir, defeat Gothmog the orc commander, as well as several Ringwraiths, where a major spoiler is revealed. They eventually fight in Minas Tirith and finally help Éowyn defeat the Witch-king on the Pelennor Fields. After defeating the 8 remaining Nazgûl, the party heads to Mordor, where they face off with the Eye of Sauron itself, and destroy it. After this, the game is beaten.
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