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The Dark Years were a time of despair and weakness. Arnor plummeted from the prosperity, peace, power it had enjoyed and entered an age of strife, struggle, war, weakness. Yet when one hits the bottom, the only place left to go is up. Though dark and full of struggle, the kings in this period ruled with an expectation and hope that their realm would not remain weak forever. Arnor would rise again one day. XXIV Araphant the Queenless 3021-3149 Araphant was born in 2750 and died in the year 3149 at the age…- 309.2 K • Completed
- 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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- 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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- "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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- "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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- "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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- "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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- 3149 E.L His father coughed yet again, making Arvedui wince. Age was cruel, and not even the Dúnedain were immune to the passing of time. When their time came, they would age swiftly, going from the prime of their life to the decrepit frailty and senility of old age in less than ten years. And now over a century after his wife's death, Araphant would follow her into the afterlife. King Araphant was now a far cry from the imposing and intimidating figure he had once been. His hair had all turned grey, and…
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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…
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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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