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Elendur The ironwood forests were a sight to behold. Decades ago, his father, King Valandur, had obtained ironwood saplings and seeds from the lands north of the Neck. Fruits and grain had been seen as more valuable to the northmen than the hardwood at the time, and so they had accepted the deal gladly Now, dozens of years later, Elendur walked in the forests his father had planted, marvelling at the height and girth of the black-wood trees. Ironwood had been so desired by Arnor for its strength and…- 309.2 K • Completed
- 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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- She was hiding under the bed. The scary men had come and attacked her home, so she had run and hid under Daddy's bed. She didn't know what had happened to her daddy or her older brothers. Allana was scared. She had been scared ever since yesterday, when the army of the bad men had showed up. They had thrown these huge rocks at the walls until they had broken. "Allana, we're going to play a game alright? We're going to play hide and seek alright? And no matter what you must stay hidden, do you…
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- 3000 E.L. "Do you yield?" Argeleb asked. Arvedui scowled slightly when he looked at the sword pointed at his throat. "Yes I yield." "Excellent, I do believe that makes the score four hundred to none. An impressive figure If I do say so myself." "Yeah, if you're the one with four hundred." Arvedui retorted as he got up from the ground. Four hundred was likely an underestimation of Argeleb's victories against Arvedui in the training yard. After all, it was Argeleb who trained Arvedui in the way of the sword…
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- The crows had greeted them when they had arrived. Immediately after Ostoher's trial, Cirion had said his farewells to his family and friends, before boarding a ship for Barrowton. He had been immensely touched when many of his friends and soldiers had made the decision to follow him. By the agreement he had with Amlaith, only Cirion himself would be punished for his treason in the rebellion. All those who had followed him, almost a thousand in full, had made that decision voluntarily, out of their…
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- "The war was decided at Morlond. We just didn't know it." The past six months had been some of the bloodiest in Arnor's history. After all, not since the War of the Three Brothers had Arnorian weapons been turned upon Arnorian soldiers. Following his failure to take Annúminas, Argeleb had waited a while in Minas Ithil, watching the border carefully. When he was satisfied that Arvedui was not going to attack Minas Ithil, Argeleb departed, leaving a part of his army to defend the fortress. His next plan was…
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- Ondoher had been overseeing the Tircarnë campaign for the past few months. The past eighteen months had been full of bloodshed and carnage. Little by little, the Loyalist forces had liberated Raumdor at which point they had taken advantage of their encirclement with a simultaneous invasion of three provinces. Lord Pelendur and Prince Earendil marched on Ithilien from the capital, the King descended on Calenardhon from Morlond and Ondoher had moved into Tircarnë from Raumdor. The Loyalists held a greater…
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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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- 3154 E.L Five years. That was how long this blasted war had lasted. Arvedui had not been the one to start it, but he would finish it. He owed it to those who had given their lives for the cause. The prisoners he had let die in Morlond, the friends he had sent to their deaths in Tircarnë, and everyone else who had died for him in this war. "Launch another volley," Arvedui commanded. It had been over sixteen hundred years since Arcalen had last fallen, and back then it had been named something else…
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- 5000 E.L There was a strange saying in Arnor. Doom is an old friend. It was quite a dark saying but it was true. Doom was a concept their people were very familiar with. If one traced their oldest legends, the story of the Silmarillion was that of doom, the doom of the many ancient realms, the doom that befell Beleriand, the doom that gave them Elenna the Blessed as home before it was taken from them. It was the doom of Númenor that had brought them to Westeros. For five thousand years, doom had…
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