Before the war consumed Middle-earth, a shadow was already moving.

In THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE HUNT FOR GOLLUM, destiny tightens its grip long before the Fellowship is formed. This is a tale of obsession and mercy, of love twisted into hunger, and a fate bound to a single ring. As whispers of the One Ring resurface, the hunt begins — not only for a creature lost to darkness, but for the fragile hope that still survives within him.

The world feels ancient and uneasy. Mist crawls through forgotten forests, mountains loom like silent judges, and every path carries echoes of older evils. Gollum slithers between fear and longing, torn by the memory of who he once was and the monster he has become. Hunters move through shadow, knowing that capture may decide the fate of all realms. War has not yet begun, but its breath is already felt in every rustling leaf and flicker of torchlight. This is Middle-earth at its most intimate — quiet, tragic, and merciless.

And when the hunt closes in, one truth rises above steel and sorcery: even the smallest creature can change the course of the world.

Because fate does not always choose the strong —

Sometimes, it chooses the broken.