In LOTR with Harry Potter system

In the 1340th year by the Shire’s reckoning, twelve months before the famed quest to reclaim Erebor, the Grey Wizard had not yet set foot in Hobbiton. Far to the west, the Dwarven King still labored over blades within the forges of the Blue Mountains, and deep beneath the Lonely Mountain, the dragon’s slumber remained undisturbed.

That same fateful year, a stranger arrived in Middle-earth. Cloaked in robes and bearing a system known only to wizards of another world, the Sign-in Magic of Hogwarts.

Without warning, a castle unfamiliar to any race emerged from the soil, grand and ancient. It soared into the skies like a monument of forgotten power. Broomsticks streaked across the heavens, drawing gasps and awe from the races below: men, elves, and dwarves alike.

Tales soon began to ripple through the forests and plains of a dark-robed spellcaster.

He was a friend of the Elves, a bane upon Orc-kind, a terror in the dreams of Trolls, and the sworn foe of the Shadow that dwelt in Mordor.

As the ages turned and the war was won, when Sauron was cast down, the Elves passed into the West, and the dominion of Men began, Sylas stood alone on a hillside.

He looked out across the waves, where the light of the Undying Lands shimmered on the horizon.

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