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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,…- 309.2 K • Completed
- 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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- Cirion "Keep your shield up, Ostoher, or I'll ring your head like a bell," Cirion told his young brother. In his efforts to train him into something passable as a warrior, Cirion had taken the effort to remove Ostoher from their mother's side that day and take him to the training yard. In Cirion's humble opinion, it was far past time for his younger brother's martial training to start and had begun drilling him a few weeks ago. Despite his best efforts, Ostoher failed to defend against Cirion's next blow…
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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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- Cirion They had been riding for weeks. Cirion was well aware that by now, all of Arnor had been sent missives from Annúminas claiming that he had killed his father and attempted to usurp his brother's throne. It mattered not though. For years, Earendur had shown Cirion favour in a way he had never shown either of his brothers. The Lords had seen it. Few could have seen the love between Cirion and his father and thought that he could have ever killed his father. And Cirion was not without his own allies…
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- 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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- Gawen Gardener 'Dark wings, dark words.' Never in his life had Gawen thought those words to be more fitting then the day the raven had come bearing news of tragedy and death. '…Goldengrove… fallen. The king… dead…. army destroyed…. survivors captured…. Arnor… overrunning the Northmarch.' He remembered the words unwillingly, forcing him to confront the truth. His father had lost. His father was dead. The memories came to his mind unbidden. Memories of sitting on his father's lap, reciting to…
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- Garth Gardener He looked out the window to see the encampment of soldiers before him. Tents cluttered around the walls of Highgarden, stretching the camp a great distance outward. Men trained in the fields before the castle, readying for war. Smiths were hard at work preparing weapons and armour, swords and axes, hauberks and helms. The banners of his house, a green hand on a field of white, fluttered in the cool morning breeze, above banners of green, gold, and red, amongst others. Nearby, the Mander…
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