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Amroth Amroth watched carefully, his face betraying no emotion as the fire ship approached the enemy fleet. The waves had moved it forward. One of the Greyborn ships moved to board and investigate but the rest continued moving forward. They had the advantage now, sailing downwind. In an ordinary battle, their greater speed would increase their ramming power. But this was no ordinary battle. Turning to the flagship, he observed with baited anticipation as his brother took the steelbow, lit the tip on fire…- 309.2 K • Completed
- 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…
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- This isn't what I wanted, Rodrik thought as he rode to parley with his niece. All this pointless death and war wasn't supposed to happen. Once more Arnor had brought war to the Vale, he thought bitterly. It was a thought that reverberated throughout the Vale, he knew, the discontent at Arnor putting them through yet another war reaching a boiling point. And yet, while he cursed Arnor for doing so, he cursed himself just as much. He had failed, he knew. And his failure had cost the lives of his brother and…
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- First Moon, 89 AC Alyssa Her sister's screams tore through the air, shrill and brutal. Alyssa winced. She knew that pain very well, had experienced it thrice herself. She lied on a great canopy bed, red satin and velvet adorning pristine white sheets she was currently crumpling as her fingers squeezed in pain. Her little sister Viserra, Princess of House Targaryen, Lady of House Velaryon, rider of Dreamfyre, and yet for all those lofty titles, not even she could overcome the birthing bed so…
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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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- Jaenara was woken from her sleep by the screams of the men and giants, the people, her fellow dragonlords immolated. Their gazes were judgmental, accusing, demanding to know why she had stood by and done nothing. Even now, three days after the execution, the memory still troubled her, plaguing her with nightmares that deprived her of sorely needed sleep. She got up from her slumber and sat on the edge of the bed, head in her hands. It was at times like this that Túrin's words five years ago came to…
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- 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…
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- Isildur "We have to leave now!" Isildur shouted to the crew of his ship. With as much haste as they could muster, they released the sails and the ship was blown out of the harbour by a fierce eastward wind. Turning back, Isildur could see a huge wave, a giant wall of water rolling over the hills near Rómenna. Cries of despair rang from the city but he hardened his heart. They could give no help to their countrymen. As the sea drowned Númenor, Isildur allowed a single tear to fall down his face. He and…
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- 2993 E.L. Arvedui was feeling quite nervous. It was not often that the young prince defied his parents but this was one such occasion. He wanted to see the city. That is not to say that Arvedui had never been allowed into the city before, but it had always been with a large complement of guards, coddling him and keeping him from properly meeting the people or even experiencing the city properly. That was no good. Arvedui may be young, at five and ten years he was still a decade short of maturity, but he…
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- And behold, the Third War began with a sudden flame! Dagor Bragollach we named it, for the legends of old. The name was fitting… too fitting. 4441 E.L The Titan of Braavos was always an awe-inspiring sight to see; a massive bronze statue and stone fortress that guarded the entrance to the lagoon that held Braavos. Centuries ago, the Braavosi had commissioned Arnorian craftsman to build it after the Unveiling and it still stood to this day as a symbol of Braavos's might and its defiance to any would be…
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