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Eleventh Moon, 86 AC Aurane The day after their dinner with the royal family, Aurane and Corlys got up to take control of the Royal Fleet. Per their directions, the officers of the royal fleet had gathered in one of the buildings in the port, and much to Corlys's consternation, it was not an official building owned by the royal fleet and used to hold their records and meeting rooms. No, it was just a simple warehouse keeping the royal fleet's supplies that the ship captains also used to hold their…- 606.6 K • Completed
- Viceroy Anardil Arnor was in chaos. The Osfalf, the King's new flagship had been due to reach Angrenost almost five days ago now, but it had never come. A nationwide search was ongoing, as the Arnorian navy combed the Sunset Sea as far west as they dared to go, but nothing had been found. Even searches with the Seeing-Stones had failed to find anything, it was almost as if the ship had vanished. Most now believed that the ship had sunk in a storm. The Council of the Sceptre had announced that if the King…
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- Angrendacil: 3600 E.L "Do you ever wonder, how things could have been if Father hadn't died?" he asked. His mother Amarië looked at him, "Every day." "You know what I have to do Mother. Could you forgive me?" "Does it matter? Whatever my answer is, you will do it regardless. Go Arahael. Do as you will. I have no power over you. I never did," his mother said bitterly. Arahael left the room, leaving his mother behind. His flagship was awaiting him in the harbour. Yet as he was still barely within earshot,…
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- 4803 E.L "And there is nothing more that can be done for her?" Arassuil asked, desperate but also resigned. "I am sorry, Your Highness. Our healing arts are among the finest in the world, but we have never been able to cure old age. Her time has come. For one not of the Line of Elendil, she has lived very long indeed already," the healer said. Arassuil sat back down into his seat, his head in his hands. The healer was right of course. For someone not of the royal line, two hundred and ninety-seven years…
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- Sixth Moon, 89 AC Aemon What was his father even doing? Aemon did not know. He just knew that with a single decision, his father had burned the bridges they had labored so long to build, set fire to them more thoroughly then if he had used Vermithor. Immediately after his father had dismissed the court, almost the entire Targaryen family had raced to meet him in the royal apartments. His decision had taken them all by surprise and they all wanted to know what he was thinking. Viserra had beaten them there…
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- Cirion was in Aglaran's former chambers. As his closest friend and also commanding officer, the task of sorting out his belongings had fallen upon him. Three months had passed since he had died. Sometimes he would stop and wonder if perhaps he could have saved Aglaran, if he could have found a way. Yet in his heart he knew that it was the right choice to leave his old friend. He could not let himself regret his decision. Cirion's return to the Wall had been lucky. Any longer in the blizzard and he would…
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- 4287 E.L Aelyx Belaerys felt as exhausted as the army he led. Much like his fellow dragonriders and the forces they commanded, he was utterly bone-achingly exhausted. How could he not be, after two years of killing endless Arnorian hordes at the price of several of his comrades? Some of the dead had been his rivals and enemies, but just as many had been his friends and allies, men and women he had known since he was a child. They had all died just the same. After two years of that carnage, Aelyx could…
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- Isildur "How has this never been discovered?" He asked Maple. She had lead him to a weirwood grove deep in the forest. "This is where my people and I speak with them. We have never worshipped them but men mistook our veneration for worship and followed our example." Maple said, not quite answering his question. Isildur beheld the weirwood tree. Its bark was white but in his own mind its beauty paled in comparison to the White Tree. Unlike the sapling of Nimloth, the leaves and sap of the weirwood were as…
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- His queen had been a fair and noble lady, but short-lived according to the fate of lesser men, and the Dúnedain feared that her descendants would prove the same and fall from the majesty of the Kings of Men. --- Lord of the Rings, Appendix A 3030 E.L. He was dressed entirely in black. In some cultures, to wear black and only black meant you were grieving. Black symbolized grief, symbolized mourning, and anguish. It was to be expected after all, Arvedui had always known that his mother would die long…
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- The waves pounded onto the rocks below, crashing against the stone and eroding them away, little by little. How much had those rocks changed in the last four thousand years Nimloth wondered. Were they different now from what Elendil saw? At least one Queen of Arnor had died upon them, throwing herself from the Amon Erain in grief. Were the rocks she died and broke upon different now than they were then? Supposedly her body was never found, the sea had swallowed it and the water washed the blood away,…
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