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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…- 309.2 K • Completed
- The Black Walls of Volantis were a sight to see. Even from here, they were so massive and intimidating that Garin could see them in all their splendour. Supposedly, they were two hundred feet high and were so wide that no less than six four-horse chariots could race atop the battlements abreast. No siege tower could scale them, nor could any siege engine breach or damage them in any way. They were, for all intents and purposes, impregnable. Had he been almost any other man, Garin would have despaired at…
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- "Victory? There were no victors at Morlond, just who lost less." "Have you come to a decision Your Majesty?" Lord Gaermegil asked him. They had occupied South Morlond for twelve days now. Despite their best efforts, the raids on their supply lines had not been alleviated in the slightest and in fact had intensified. Ever since the raids had begun, only a single convoy of supplies had reached them. They were going to starve soon. The elusiveness and skill of the raiders had made it clear to Argeleb that…
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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 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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- "Tears unnumbered were shed the night Lys…" The homeland had gone insane. That was all Kilaren son of Ecthelion would ever say when asked about the ongoing war back in the mainland. 'Homeland' however was a term used subjectively. Like many others, Kilaren had been born and raised in Lys, as the past five generations of his family were. He could even trace his lineage back to the original garrison that had been sent to the isle during the reign of Argeleb II six hundred years ago. Kilaren had never even…
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- Demons run, when Arnor goes to war. 735 E.L. Tarondor had not been idle in the twenty-three years since his reign began. Shortly after his coronation, he addressed the full Council of the Sceptre and told them his plan. They would invade and conquer the Grey Islands. Immediately many of the council members had protested, saying it was too risky, that they had no navy. Tarondor had only replied, "I will build you a navy." Support for the war had been limited, mostly from the coastal regions, the areas which…
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- Fifty years. Fifty years since he had become king, and finally he would begin the conquest he had dreamed of for so long. In all honesty, Celepharn was surprised that he had waited so long, but he had heeded his son Celebrindor's counsel. Arnor had not prospered by being hasty, and it was no insignificant foe that stood against them. Very cunningly, the old kings of the Arbor and Oldtown had arranged for the union of their kingdoms and houses and now their grandson was the king of both realms. Any other…
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- Eldacar His name was Eldacar, fourth King of Arnor, proud scion of Númenor. It was the four-hundred and forty-first year since Elendil's Landing. Currently he was seated upon the White Throne as he heard the daily requests and complaints of his subjects. Eldacar had done this for 50 years now, but he had never quite gotten used to how tedious the daily demands of court were. His son Arantar was far more suited to this job than he was, hence why Eldacar often had him rule in his stead as he journeyed on…
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