March 15, 3020
The battlefield of the Pelennor was bathed in blood red, glowing dully in the last rays of the dying sun.
Here, where one of the mighty Mûmak had fallen, it flowed like a tide of crimson into a sunken hollow where stark, bleached ribs from the great creature protruded from the ground like splintered spokes from an immense axle. And here, where men of Gondor and Rohan had fought and died upon the plain, a red river poured eternally to the Anduin.
The battlefield of the Pelennor was bathed in red as poppies blew above the graves of the fallen.
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