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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…- 309.2 K • Completed
- 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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- Fifth Moon, 87 AC Alysanne "Construction of the fort on Bloodstone was completed three months ago. In the time since, our fleet has cleared through several pirate dens on the Stepstones but the moment we leave an island, the pirates always come slinking right back in," Ser Aurane, the youngest of the Velaryon brothers reported. "What of the locals?" her husband asked. She had always loved how he looked when he was trying to be serious and focused. "There aren't that many of them. Some villages of…
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- Garth Gardener He looked out the window to see the encampment of soldiers before him. Tents cluttered around the walls of Highgarden, stretching the camp a great distance outward. Men trained in the fields before the castle, readying for war. Smiths were hard at work preparing weapons and armour, swords and axes, hauberks and helms. The banners of his house, a green hand on a field of white, fluttered in the cool morning breeze, above banners of green, gold, and red, amongst others. Nearby, the Mander…
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- It is better to make friends then enemies. 4003 E.L In the past few months, letters had been dispatched across Westeros. Ravens had gone to Winterfell, Falconrest, the Nightfort, and other important strongholds in the realms of the North, the Vale, and the Watch. The letters bore official invites to a meeting that King Aragorn of Arnor was hosting in the Arnorian city of Osgiliath. Though the letters held no hint that attendance at this meeting was mandatory, one did not simply ignore invites from the king…
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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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- Eighth Moon, 90 AC Viserra Dreamfyre beat her wings gently, relaxed but alert and ready. Beneath them, the Velaryon fleet sailed, larger than Viserra had ever seen it. Their masts were like a forest upon the sea. Every ship was full to the brim with supplies, weapons, marines, and mercenaries. A lot of effort and planning was needed to wage a war of conquest, so much so that it had taken them over a year to prepare for it, and that was with the neighboring Stepstones as a basing ground to make their…
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- It was times like these which really made Beleg feel like a fool. Three hundred and fifty years he had worked in this office and he had never noticed that the desk drawer had had a false bottom. Three and a half centuries and he had never found his father's final words to him… until now. To my beloved son, I write this the day before I depart to war against Gawen and the Reach. Should I not return, then this will be my confession, my final testament. Six years ago, when my youngest brother Ostoher put…
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- It had not been long before the Valyrians arrived. The moment she had learned of the situation, Jaenara had saddled Terrax as quickly as she could and then took off into the sky. They had taken off into a battlefield. In the skies above the entire archipelago, the last reserves of Valyria waged a punishing battle against the Arnorian defenders entrenched and dug into the mountainous islands. Jaenara watched as the dragons attempted to burn out the defenders in the fortress, but black stone was impervious…
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