Mountains rise, ever reaching towards the clouds. In the skies, birds, eagles, and nature itself sings, unaware of the coming dusk. Thunder roars in the distance, the movement of horses, hooves, ever becoming more clear, and yet the melodic tune of nature remains unbroken. Alas, these are no mere hooves, for they are hooves of war, the march of the horsemen of the coming apocalypse. The harmonious tune is replaced by a deafening silence. Darkness extinguishes the sun across all of Middle-earth, the respite of the shining sun, reduced to a faint memory. For these are no mere horsemen, they are the Nine, the Nine Black Riders. Once great kings of Men, now merely servants of the One, the Nazgûl. For they were deceived, deceived like the razed Elves of Eregion, deceived like ruins of the Dwarvish Kingdom of Dwarrowdelf. They were promised glory, riches, and eternal life, promised Nine Rings, Nine Rings of Power, and yet they have been reduced to wraiths of the Dark Lord, Sauron, Sauron the Deceiver. For in secret, the Dark Lord forged a master-ring, a Ring of Power which could control all the others. One Ring to rule them all.

The Dark Lord has marshaled his forces, prepared for his final assault on Middle-earth. Harad, Rhûn, Khand - one cannot count all which has fallen to darkness. Númenor, the shining kingdom of Man, is all but forgotten, its legacy, the Kingdoms of Gondor and Arnor, a shadow of their former selves. Shadows engulf the sky, yet one more star continues to radiate. Imladris. For the last of the Free Peoples of Middle Earth have gathered, and with it, hope is not yet lost. Silence. For upon the eve of the Last Days of Middle-earth, as the sky further darkens, all can hear it. The slow, ever increasing, ticks of the clock. Time inches towards midnight, tick after tick, and soon, only darkness will remain. Shall the Sun arise from its slumber, or will it be snuffed out, leaving only darkness behind? Will it ever be morning again, or shall the night reign eternally? That, my dear friend, is up to you.

HONORARY CHAIR

Ms. Jordan Lynam

Jordan Lynam (she/her) is the Manager of Content and Community Engagement at Richmond Hill Public Library, where she supports two teams of amazing staff who enhance the quality of life for library users through physical, digital, and non-traditional collections, programs, events, outreach, exhibits, and a makerspace. She loves reading, crosswords, and reality tv.

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COMMITTEE DIRECTOR

Fong Seng Junn

Fong Seng Junn is a first-year law student at St Edmund Hall, Oxford. Seng Junn grew up in Malaysia and has long held an affinity towards international relations and political science, with Model UN presenting the perfect opportunity to further these passions. Having delegated at, chaired and organised both local and international conferences since Year 10, Seng Junn is eager to offer delegates an enriching learning opportunity addressing pressing global issues. Outside of the library, Seng Junn can be found coxing his college’s boat club, attempting to cook Malaysian cuisine for his flatmates, or procrastinating at various cafes.

CRISIS DIRECTOR

Luca Moretto

Luca is a second-year Ancient and Modern History student at Lincoln College, University of Oxford. His interest in international relations drew him to Oxford Global. He most recently chaired the historical crisis committee in November and is also taking part at NoviceNations in Oxford. Outside of his degree, he enjoys playing football and rugby, as well as watching films. With his enthusiasm for diplomacy and cross-cultural dialogue, Luca is looking forward to an exciting conference with OxfordMUN Canada.