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#7125361 Dec 18, 2012 at 03:10 AM · Edited 5 years ago
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The man from Dale sat upon his horse overlooking the icy waters of the bay before him. Directly below, between the edge of the near-frozen sea and the hill upon which the Captain now sat, was the Lossoth capital. Long had Aedan sought this place in the far reaches of the north, away from 'civilised lands' and warmth.

He had experienced many a cold and snowy winter before, but now Aedan shivered, trying to pull his bearskin cloak about him more, fighting the chill wind blowing it open. The thought crossed his mind that although he had spent weeks here now, he had not gotten used to the severe cold still. He wondered at the Lossoth - did they just put up with the constant feeling of your bones aching, or did they possess some special hardiness that made them resistant to feeling such freezing temperatures? Aedan shook his head in wonder, his brain hurting either from trying to think too much or just the fact it was so cold. Probably the latter.

Weeks? Had it really been that long? In many ways it seemed longer. He thought back to the journey that had led him here...

Aedan
Captain of Men, Bearer of Hope
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#7392954 Feb 16, 2013 at 05:17 AM · Edited over 4 years ago
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'I had travelled the length and breadth of Eriador, battling the forces of darkness. While it seemed that the long arm of Mordor reached even to these lands, a much closer threat loomed. My path led me to the desolation that is Angmar, an accursed land, devoid of light and life.

It was rumored that a new evil had arisen there, a 'False King', to take the place of the Witch-King that had once reigned terror upon the Northern lands from this very place. After much hardship and trial, I crossed into the very far reaches of Angmar, and came upon that which I sought - a hidden band of free people doing what little they could against the shadow. They were led by Lorniel, daughter of the Ranger Golodir, who was being held captive by this False King, Mordirith, within the fell capital of Angmar, Carn Dum.

Foolishness? Of course, but we did it anyway...we assaulted the citadel of Carn Dum in order to free Golodir and confront Mordirith. And against all odds we achieved both...but alas! The deceit of evil runs deep, and Lorniel perished before her father's eyes, Mordirith breaking what hope may have been held in this man's heart, before fleeing into the depths of his fortress.

I carried Golodir to the hideaway, and could do nothing to remove his despair. It was here that I met Laerdan, an Elf, who tasked me with renewing hope in Golodir, and charged me with restoring to him his gear. Long was my quest to achieve this, and once more I travelled throughout the lands before all could be be remade. I feared I may be too late, but at last I was making my way cautiously through the wastelands of Angmar to the hidden camp in the dark reaches of that evil place.

And so it was, that Golodir's courage was rekindled, and vengeance burned hot within him. Together we confronted Mordirith once more, and Golodir struck him down with his reforged sword Dunachar! The False King fell before us, a terrible blow was inflicted upon him! Yet we feared that it did not destroy him, for his kind are not easily destroyed. And yet we rejoiced, for great evil had been driven back!

The Light could defeat the Shadow! There was hope if we but stood against the forces of darkness! All we had to do was make a stand, and strive for good to prevail even though it may come with great cost.

If only it were that easy. Such zeal would soon be put to the test, for evil is deceitful, and where it cannot work in open display of power it will accomplish much with treachery. Already at Mordirith's fall it was working, as a small, old woman made off with his palantir...'
Aedan
Captain of Men, Bearer of Hope
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#7393093 Feb 16, 2013 at 05:55 AM
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'Laerdan, my friend, what troubles you?'

The dark haired elf stirred from his reverie, looking up at an Elven Lord of great stature and golden hair. 'Ah, my Lord Glorfindel! Sorry, I did not see you coming. I, uh, I am just worried about today's battle. The Witch King is a mighty foe.'

The grey dawn hung about them, the damp mists of the North Downs clinging to the land hiding away the Sun that was trying to break the day. Glorfindel responded, 'Indeed, but do not lose hope my friend, my heart tells me that this servant of the Enemy will be driven back, though to what end I cannot see.'

Laerdan looked down at his sword, 'Yes, I do hope...' his words trail off.

Glorfindel stands for a moment, a slight frown crossing his face as he considers the elf before him. Leaning towards him and placing a hand upon his shoulder, with the firm and calm voice of a mighty captain, he says, 'Come, Laerdan, shake off this doom upon you, and make yourself ready.'

Looking up, Laerdan's eye light up with a fire. 'Yes, I am ready, may Elbereth grant me strength for what must be done.' He stands, nodding to his leader, 'My Lord Glorfindel, thankyou.'

Glorfindel watched him as he strides towards his horse, the fog swirling about his moving form. He says to no one but himself, 'No Laerdan, I deem that you will live to see this day through, though some great doom lies upon you.'
Aedan
Captain of Men, Bearer of Hope
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#7393151 Feb 16, 2013 at 06:13 AM
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Very nice! Keep 'em coming!! :)
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#7393891 Feb 16, 2013 at 09:19 AM
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I love honorable and eloquent elves; I love their nobility and grace. This is beautiful, thank you.
May my light shine through you, on you and in you, as yours has shone upon me.
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#7428189 Feb 23, 2013 at 12:27 AM
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'You have done the free peoples a great service, my friend.' Aragorn was in the guest quarters at Rivendell, studying maps and making plans for a great journey. 'I only wish that I could be of more service to the lands I love, but alas, there is greater need of me in the South.'

I had been telling him of the fall of Mordirith, of Golodir and all that had happened in the North. He frowned as I told him of the woman who made of with the sphere.

'I know of these, 'palantirs', they are seeing stones of the old realm, and could be dangerous in the wrong hands. My heart tells me you should speak to Gandalf of this.'

Continuing...
Aedan
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