Looking for that sweet Bright Lord Armour Set in Middle Earth: Shadow of War?
Well, if you collect all Ithildin Fragments on each region you’re off to a good start.

If you haven’t collected all fragments yet, here’s a quick tip to receive them;

  • Make sure that you have fully revealed everything from all three towers in the region.
  • Go to your map and mark a Ithildin fragment
  • Fast travel to nearest tower and go from there
  • Remember that you need to be in “wraith” mode to collect the fragment
  • The Bright Lord Legendary Ring can only be acquired by doing Shadows of the Past challenges. (Earn at least Bronze on everyone and you’ll receive the ring)

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There are six fragments on each region, all of them are located on walls. After that head back to the Ithildin gate (marked on your map). And it is here the tricky part comes in, completing the poems. If you can’t figure it out or just being lazy, here is the solutions on each poem on every region.

 

Nurnen Region – Poem Solution

 

Let our foes fortify with Iron and stone

Let them sumon 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.

 

Seregost Region – Poem Solution

 

Fair Mordor Slumbers, entangled in night

A vipers’ 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, that all else may thrive.

 

Gorgoroth Region – Poem Solution

 

They stalk and Lurk, then lash out so furious

Yet our Bulwark is proof against their rage.

Our hard-ringed, hand-forged armor 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.

 

Cirith Ungol Region – Poem Solution

 

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 rises, yes — but from the West it Shines

Marching e’er Eastward, e’er eternal, e’er bright.

 

Minas Morgul Region – Poem Solution

 

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 is in this dark, dream-haunted Land dares

Resist the righteous flame of Wrath

And Doom themselves to despair and death?

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