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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…- 309.2 K • Completed
- His queen had been a fair and noble lady, but short-lived according to the fate of lesser men, and the Dúnedain feared that her descendants would prove the same and fall from the majesty of the Kings of Men. --- Lord of the Rings, Appendix A 3030 E.L. He was dressed entirely in black. In some cultures, to wear black and only black meant you were grieving. Black symbolized grief, symbolized mourning, and anguish. It was to be expected after all, Arvedui had always known that his mother would die long…
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- 3000 E.L. "Do you yield?" Argeleb asked. Arvedui scowled slightly when he looked at the sword pointed at his throat. "Yes I yield." "Excellent, I do believe that makes the score four hundred to none. An impressive figure If I do say so myself." "Yeah, if you're the one with four hundred." Arvedui retorted as he got up from the ground. Four hundred was likely an underestimation of Argeleb's victories against Arvedui in the training yard. After all, it was Argeleb who trained Arvedui in the way of the sword…
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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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- "Another letter to Winterfell, Your Highness?" "Yes, thank you Rendil," Araphant answered the Rookery Master. The past eight months, Araphant had sent quite a few letters north to Lyarra, yet he had received no replies. It was coming to the point that Araphant was wondering if she was perhaps ignoring him as all his letters after his first, informing her that he was to wed soon, had gone unanswered. Araphant did not believe it was the work of any malice either as his letters to Elladan and his other…
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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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- "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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- She was hiding under the bed. The scary men had come and attacked her home, so she had run and hid under Daddy's bed. She didn't know what had happened to her daddy or her older brothers. Allana was scared. She had been scared ever since yesterday, when the army of the bad men had showed up. They had thrown these huge rocks at the walls until they had broken. "Allana, we're going to play a game alright? We're going to play hide and seek alright? And no matter what you must stay hidden, do you…
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- 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…
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- 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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