Ordinarily, I’m not a fan of poetry. Hell, the only captain oh captain that I respect is Captain America, not an English teacher in a cult classic movie. That being said, Middle-Earth: Shadow of War has a few sonnets lying around, rhymes which hold the key to unlocking some neat gear. Shadow of War’s best armour can be found in unique sets, legendary gear which layers on more bonuses the more of them that you have.
Sometimes you get lucky and an Orc captain drops a piece of it. Or, you could take the chance to hunt down every line of Elvish script that has been magically spray-painted on a wall because even when it comes to graffiti the Elves are at the top of that artistic food chain. Once you’ve got all the Elvish words unlocked in a region, you’ll then be able to unlock an Ithildin door.
You’ll be looking for a barrow, on each map, which looks like this on the map:
Easy, right? Next you’ll head in and you’ll have to ad-lib a few words to the door before you can get the goodies inside. Here’s where it’s worth mentioning that going after the Bright Lord armour set is best left until Act IV, as said gear is tied to your current level. Trust me on this. Once you do have the gear at a sufficient level, you can then spend some time unlocking its best attributes by completing a few bonus goals.
Right after you solve the Ithildin door poetry jam that is. Answers below, in bold:
Let our foes fortify with Iron and stone
Let them summon scabrous Serpents, feral beasts
It will Avail them nought. Across the ages none
Have an army that wield such weapons, such Woe
Such doom against the dark-benighted Hordes who dare
Claim dominion over a Mordor soon bright.
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie
We bear our banners aloft, boots like drums
Our cadence quick, our countenance dire
For who in this dark, dream-haunted land dares
Resist the righteous flame of wrath
And doom themselves to despair and death?
When the sun rises the shadows must retreat
Fleeing in fear from the fires of dawn
The night never knew that its end was fleet
As a Bright Lord bears beacons of flame
The sun rises, yes, but from the west it shines
Marching e’er eastward, e’er eternal, e’er bright
Fair Mordor slumbers, entangled in night
A viper’s nest of sorrow and strife
Poisoned by pernicious betrayal and blight
Trapped in the grasp of gelid corpse hands
Yet behold! The Bright Lord comes as a wildfire
Burning only what is base, so that all else may thrive
They stalk and lurk then lash out so furious
Yet our bulwark is proof against their rage
Our hard-ring hand-forged armour impervious
To predations from the powers of darkness
No matter how vicious or how vile
To assail the Bright Lord is to falter and fail
Easy peasy, lemon-orc head squeezy. Go have some fun with your cool new gear.
Last Updated: October 10, 2017