Chapters
The Stormlands were a bleak, rainy and windswept land. It was only fitting for the name they bore. Even the name the Arnorian people had given it in Sindarin meant very much the same. Celeb, Crown Prince of Arnor stood beside his father King Malvegil on a hill. The rain was lashing over their faces and they stood firm and unflinching, even as thunder rumbled over the bay. Before them stood the last bastion of their foe. Storm's End. The stronghold of Durran was truly impressive. Even when Celeb compared it…- 309.2 K • Completed
- His Grace, King Lymond of the Houses Redwyne and Hightower, King of the Arbor and the Hightower, Lord of Oldtown and Redwyne wondered how it had all come to this. Ever since he had been a boy, he had been told that he would one day rule Oldtown and the Arbor. The combined might of Houses Redwyne and Hightower would be his to command. Much had been done to ensure he would inherit both kingdoms. His grandfathers had altered succession laws and crushed rebellions, all to make him their joint heir. They had…
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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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- 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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- Cirion was in Aglaran's former chambers. As his closest friend and also commanding officer, the task of sorting out his belongings had fallen upon him. Three months had passed since he had died. Sometimes he would stop and wonder if perhaps he could have saved Aglaran, if he could have found a way. Yet in his heart he knew that it was the right choice to leave his old friend. He could not let himself regret his decision. Cirion's return to the Wall had been lucky. Any longer in the blizzard and he would…
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- Cirion could only stare in horror. There was no name, in Sindarin nor Quenya, for that which stood before him. The Men of the West had never had the misfortune to encounter one before but those they ruled, the Casterrim, and the ever elusive Children had called them the Others, White Walkers. Cirion drew his sword, and so too did Aglaran beside him. There would be no time to string their bows. With a sudden burst of speed, the Other charged at them, deftly sweeping and thrusting its blade. Elegant,…
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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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- Any man who must say 'I am the King' is no true king It was soothing. Even as a child, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below had never failed to calm his mind. Yet for a long time now, the peace he had once felt, standing on the balcony and staring off into the horizon of the Sunset Sea, had been tainted. In the span of seven years, Beleg's family had fallen apart. His grandfather had died, poisoned by one of his own sons. His uncles had been lost to him, one to execution, and the other…
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- In the first volume of this book, we examined the reigns of the first eleven High Kings of Arnor, ending at the short reign of Amlaith, the eldest son of Earendur Falastur and the short but bloody War of the Three Brothers. In this second volume, we will look at the reigns of the kings leading up to, and during the First Golden Age of Arnor, during which Arnorian power reached a zenith. The second and third millennia of Arnor's history are noted first for being years of swift recovery from the War of the…
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- The crows had greeted them when they had arrived. Immediately after Ostoher's trial, Cirion had said his farewells to his family and friends, before boarding a ship for Barrowton. He had been immensely touched when many of his friends and soldiers had made the decision to follow him. By the agreement he had with Amlaith, only Cirion himself would be punished for his treason in the rebellion. All those who had followed him, almost a thousand in full, had made that decision voluntarily, out of their…
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