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Seventh Moon, 107 AD (6 AC) Rhaenys They almost made it too easy, Rhaenys could not help but think. Almost the entirety of the Vale’s army had massed at the Bloody Gate, cramming its battlements and barracks to the brim and filling the valley behind it with their tents. They stood in a perfect formation, ready to throw back their own army marching up the road, as they had thrown back and bloodied every invader in history, earning the gate its name. But they were not like all the other invaders of…- 269.3 K • Completed
Hindsight is 20/20 as they say. I've improved significantly, incredibly, as a writer since I wrote LOTK so I thought, I'd write a sort of appendix, a sort of finisher. An analysis of sort of some of the arcs I wrote and overall what I think I could have done to write it better in hindsight, and if I wrote LOTK again now (not that I intend to) what could and should I have done instead? If you guys are interested, you could stick around for this little essay of mine. So where to begin? At the start I…- 309.2 K • Completed
- Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I… I took the path less traveled by. And that has made all the difference. -Robert Frost (The remaining three rulers of Arnor missing from the Annals of Kings have been added to this edition.) XXXX Arathorn II 5342-5421 The fortieth High King was born in the year 5094, and he would die three hundred and twenty-seven years later in 5421. The early years of his life were spent dividing his time between Arnor and the North who were at the time separate wholly. The…
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- Only a day after the battle and it was warmer than it had ever been for years. The thaw had come as the darkness abated. The unnatural clouds had dispersed and the sun's light shined warmly on Winterfell. If Winterfell was feeling the impact of the Great Other's death and the defeat of his servants so far north, surely Arnor itself and the rest of the empire were already well on their way to recovery and stability? Twenty years of a cold dark winter, and it seemed spring was finally on its way. The…
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- Moat Cailin was a mighty fortress. Twenty strong towers and three sets of curtain walls and a keep guarding the only easily traversable track of land for miles. Yet mighty or not, Moat Cailin was not impregnable, especially from the north. As they neared the fortress, Aragorn observed that it was under heavy attack. A fierce battle was raging there. Seeing that they were needed, Aragorn ordered his unit to ride faster toward the Moat. Even though the Neck had been slowly drained for decades, the Causeway…
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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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- 5420 E.L "Blessings on you and your family Princess," the woman said. Silmariën could only nod in response, feeling too guilt-ridden to say more. The poor in Morlond were starving and Silmariën and her younger sisters had taken up the responsibility of feeding them the rations, earning them much love and acclaim. It made her feel like a fake at times. They should be doing more to help these people, their people. What good was feeding them hard and small rations? Where had the once fabled wealth of…
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- 5399 E.L. "A mirian for your thoughts Your Highness?" Lord Elured asked. He was the noble who had been chosen to be Aragorn's guide when he visited the province of Arnen, one of twenty-two colonial provinces in the far southern region of Hyarmen, the most remote part of the greater Arnorian Empire. "Breathtaking, and certainly very impressive; how tall can they grow?" Aragorn asked as he continued to look at the giant redwood trees. "Almost four hundred feet, Your Highness. The tallest we've found is…
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- Everything changed when the Doom destroyed Valyria. With no rival left, nothing remained to stand in Arnor's way as it expanded its power and influence across the world. The centuries after the Doom would see Arnor's rise to become the empire on which the sun never sets, beginning the Second Golden Age as Arnor reached heights of power it had not attained even in the days of Alcarin the Glorious. Yet this Second Golden Age would ultimately find itself interrupted by the return of the Long Night, the coming…
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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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