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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…- 309.2 K • Completed
- The cool ocean wind blew over his sun-kissed face. Far above, he could see the small white specks, seagulls, flying free with their wings. Once he had dreamed of soaring in the clouds just like them, but as he grew up, he knew that he would never attain that dream. In its stead he chose the sea, proud and untameable. Perfect for him. He was Tarondor, Crown Prince of Arnor, mightiest and greatest of the kingdoms on land, and when he ascended the throne, he would extend Arnor's power to the seas as well. His…
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- Eldacar His name was Eldacar, fourth King of Arnor, proud scion of Númenor. It was the four-hundred and forty-first year since Elendil's Landing. Currently he was seated upon the White Throne as he heard the daily requests and complaints of his subjects. Eldacar had done this for 50 years now, but he had never quite gotten used to how tedious the daily demands of court were. His son Arantar was far more suited to this job than he was, hence why Eldacar often had him rule in his stead as he journeyed on…
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- The legends, histories, and lore to be found in the sources for this text are very extensive. Only selections from them, in most places much abridged, are here presented. At the time of the writing of this text in the year 5700 since Elendil's Landing, there have been forty and one High Kings of Arnor, descended in an unbroken line from father to son from Elendil of old. As the lifespan of the royal house is some three to four centuries the average reign of the kings has been around 120 years, although…
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- Tall ships and tall kings Three times three, What brought they from the foundered land Over the flowing sea? Seven stars and seven stones And one white tree. --- A Rhyme of Lore _____________________________________________ The Dúnedain's early history is very mysterious. According to their own witness and the many, many accounts that would later be written, the Dúnedain hailed from an island to the far west. The Isle of Elenna, also known as Andor, the Land of Gift, for it had supposedly been…
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- Isildur "How has this never been discovered?" He asked Maple. She had lead him to a weirwood grove deep in the forest. "This is where my people and I speak with them. We have never worshipped them but men mistook our veneration for worship and followed our example." Maple said, not quite answering his question. Isildur beheld the weirwood tree. Its bark was white but in his own mind its beauty paled in comparison to the White Tree. Unlike the sapling of Nimloth, the leaves and sap of the weirwood were as…
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- "In all the long years of Arnor's history, the most feared of their weapons has always been their bows. It was said that the Men of Sea send before them a great cloud, as a rain turned to serpents, or a black hail tipped with steel; and in those days the great cohorts of the King's Archers wielded bows made of hollow steel, with black-feathered arrows a full ell long from point to notch. These were the greatest bows in the world, stronger even then the famed goldenheart bows of the Summer Isles or the…
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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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Daemon's reign officially began at the turn of the century, the year 200 AC, a symbolic new beginning, for the restoration and renewal his reign would usher in. Once the dust from the War of Restoration had settled and all the punishments and rewards had finalized, work could finally begin on healing and rebuilding the realm. One of the most crucial institutions that Daemon needed to first see to was his Small Council. He first chose his brother, Lord Aegor Bittersteel, as his Hand of the King, followed…- 36.8 K • Completed
- The storm was instantaneous as soon as the ravens sent forth from Stone Hedge began reaching their destinations all across the land. A furious uproar thrummed across every corner of Westeros at the outrageous, unprovoked, and dishonorable attack upon the party of a Prince and Princess of the Realm and the threat to the lives of their young children. It broke all norms of decency, chivalry, and law, and many who might once have risen for the Spears now began declaring neutrality or outright for the Swords…
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