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Braavos burned throughout the day, the following night, and into the next day. It was only in the afternoon of the second day that the fires had at last gone out. In its wake only ruin and destruction were left, that and a steady stream of refugees. Despite their wanton destruction, the Valyrians had not destroyed the aqueduct, which countless fleeing refugees had used to make their way to their position. In time the area had been filled with refugees with the group they had formed being just one among…- 309.2 K • Completed
- Cirion He had never run as fast before. Not even on the field of battle had he run as fast as he was now. It was just a jest right? A cruel heartless jest. After all, there was no way his father was truly dead right? He was going to turn the corner just like always and find his father alive and well, and then he was going to give him a piece of his mind for scaring him like that, right? Right!? It was just a short way from his own chambers to his father's, yet to Cirion, the run felt like an eternity. When…
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- Dear Uncle, I know that we were never close but I hope that you would be willing to read my words and hear my plea. The power of the Sceptre has been usurped by the Council and Lord Tarannon of Minas Anor, the Steward, usurped my power through force of arms. I fully admit to my youth and inexperience. Uncle, I need your wisdom to guide me. If you wish it, I offer you a full pardon and permission to return to Arnor to help me put things in order. Your Nephew, Beleg Elendillion, High King of Arnor. Cirion…
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- 4447 E.L A train of wagons and carts trekked along the Arnorian-built roads, guarded by a platoon of Valyrian kataphractii. Their destination was the Valyrian encampments located deeper within the province of Tálnandor. They would not however be arriving at their destination. At Boromir's signal, the Arnorian cavalry made their presence clear, charging for the convoy and luring away the kataphractii who galloped to intercept. At that moment, the remaining Arnorian forces revealed themselves and attacked…
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- 5420 E.L The High King of Arnor and all its empire stood at the window of the House of Kings in Morlond. Farsighted as he was, he could see from here as his granddaughters continued to distribute food, blankets, and other necessities to the people of the city, refusing to return home per their oath. "You should be proud of them," he told his son Aragorn. "They have singlehandedly won the love and affection of the people." He knew the game that was being played here, yet for all the politicking, he could…
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- Time flies. Even to one of the Dúnedain, if they were not careful, the years could run away from them. Araphant stood in the platform overlooking the training yard of Winterfell. Below him, his close friends, Boromir and Elladan, duelled the twin princes of the North, Brandon and Bennard. It was perhaps to be expected that the twins would lose the duel, as they had hundreds of times before in the five years since they had come to Winterfell, but Araphant again found himself impressed by how skilled the…
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- Tarondor A horse. Tarondor could hardly believe it. His father, the mighty King Tarcil, brought down by the very creature he loved most, more than his eldest son even. The irony of it was so incredible, Tarondor almost felt like laughing. It had been two days since Tarondor had returned to Annúminas and five since his father had died. Immediately after he had been informed by Amroth, Tarondor had sent ravens across the kingdom, summoning the Council of the Sceptre, a gathering of the great lords of Arnor…
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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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- "Do you stand by your decision?" Aranarth asked "I do," Prince Earendil answered. "Why?" Aranarth asked, more calmly than the Prince expected. "What justifies not keeping your oath to your King?" "Is he my King? That's the problem with all of you, Loyalist and Purist both. Both of you claim that your leader is the rightful king. To Dol Amroth, such dissension could only mean war. Why would I throw my men into the fire for either side? How can I tell my knights that they may not see their families again…
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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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