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4447 E.L A train of wagons and carts trekked along the Arnorian-built roads, guarded by a platoon of Valyrian kataphractii. Their destination was the Valyrian encampments located deeper within the province of Tálnandor. They would not however be arriving at their destination. At Boromir's signal, the Arnorian cavalry made their presence clear, charging for the convoy and luring away the kataphractii who galloped to intercept. At that moment, the remaining Arnorian forces revealed themselves and attacked…- 309.2 K • Completed
- 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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- Time flies. Even to one of the Dúnedain, if they were not careful, the years could run away from them. Araphant stood in the platform overlooking the training yard of Winterfell. Below him, his close friends, Boromir and Elladan, duelled the twin princes of the North, Brandon and Bennard. It was perhaps to be expected that the twins would lose the duel, as they had hundreds of times before in the five years since they had come to Winterfell, but Araphant again found himself impressed by how skilled the…
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- Tarondor A horse. Tarondor could hardly believe it. His father, the mighty King Tarcil, brought down by the very creature he loved most, more than his eldest son even. The irony of it was so incredible, Tarondor almost felt like laughing. It had been two days since Tarondor had returned to Annúminas and five since his father had died. Immediately after he had been informed by Amroth, Tarondor had sent ravens across the kingdom, summoning the Council of the Sceptre, a gathering of the great lords of Arnor…
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- It is better to make friends then enemies. 4003 E.L In the past few months, letters had been dispatched across Westeros. Ravens had gone to Winterfell, Falconrest, the Nightfort, and other important strongholds in the realms of the North, the Vale, and the Watch. The letters bore official invites to a meeting that King Aragorn of Arnor was hosting in the Arnorian city of Osgiliath. Though the letters held no hint that attendance at this meeting was mandatory, one did not simply ignore invites from the king…
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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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- 4803 E.L "And there is nothing more that can be done for her?" Arassuil asked, desperate but also resigned. "I am sorry, Your Highness. Our healing arts are among the finest in the world, but we have never been able to cure old age. Her time has come. For one not of the Line of Elendil, she has lived very long indeed already," the healer said. Arassuil sat back down into his seat, his head in his hands. The healer was right of course. For someone not of the royal line, two hundred and ninety-seven years…
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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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- "You wished to speak to me, Father?" Araphant asked as he walked into the office of his father, King Araval of Arnor. The man in question was staring out the window. "Yes, have a seat my son," Araval said. Araphant did as his father commanded, noticing as he did, a map of Westeros on the desk. "Tell me, what do you see?" Araval asked his son. "It is a map of the continent, Father. A map showing our great kingdom and the various petty and disunited realms of lesser men beyond," Araphant answered, confused…
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- "I can't do this anymore Jaenara. I watched your father turn from the man I loved into everything I hated. I won't watch you do the same, watch you become just like them, just another dragonspawn," her mother said. "Mother please!" But her pleas were for naught for Lina jumped off the balcony then and out of her daughter's life. In the present, Jaenara Belaerys woke from her sleep with a gasp. It was just a dream. Her mother had died many years ago but the memory had never faded, haunting her. As part of…
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