Middle Earth again, the Eye Of Sauron makes an unwelcome appearance in the midst of battle and two PCs fight each other.

Around them on the parapet the dying and the dead.
The foemen ringed the heroes in, the levy slain, or fled.
Blades flashed in the firelight,
Black arrows filled the air,
With weary arms they hacked and stabbed
Oh! the courage of despair.

And in the spray of guts and blood
From tower top, above the flood
The Celduin stained like wine with gore
Swept past amid the battle's roar.
The red-mist battle-madness
Descended on the two.
Berserk with pain and grief they fought.
They slew again and slew.

On and on and on they fought,
Of wounds and pain they noticed nought.
On severed limbs and blood they slide
And as the hope within them died
The slaying-lust consumed them both
And giving in to stark red wrath
And blind with blood they each forgot
And brother knew his brother not.

Alas the sight that daylight brings
To the threefold host and all three kings.
For when the lark begins to wake,
The madness lifts and hearts will break.
Among the heaps of corpses there
Lie friendship, honour, trust and care.
Slain by one I dare not name,
Oh where to hide my face in shame?