Minas-Tirith, A Tale of Bravery
This is a story inspired by LoTR, but it is not always Lore Based and it was intended to be as such. I am not english so I will certainly make spelling errors. Post feedback about the story and comments/appreciations. If you don't like it, tell me politely and I'll probably consider stopping this story if you really don't like it.
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(Could someone tell me how to edit posts? I want to add chapters but I don't know how to make them visible in the same thread.)
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Minas-Tirith, A Tale of BraveryBy a sunny and clear morning, the guards were standing at the very top of the famous wall of Minas Tirith. The Otram was a long big wall that encircled and protected the city. It saved its inhabitants more than once in tragic situations, but these were contagious times of laziness where men and women, princes and leaders, farmers and merchants were not motivated to do their usual tasks. This resulted in a festering stagnation throughout the kingdom. The guards did not feel pride when they were appointed as ''Watchmen of the Wall''; they simply accepted the task for the higher salary they would get. That title means great responsibility and in the times of the great kings, such duty was accomplished with pride and dignity, discipline and honour.
Chapter 1 : The Stewards of Minas Tirith
After the victory of the ''Last Alliance'', the defeat of the Mordor armies, the once terror became forgotten memory. But at what cost? The King of Gondor was assassinated and his son fled the kingdom and was soon forgotten as well. A line of noblemen, called the Stewards of Gondor, took control of the kingdom. To avoid usurpation of the throne, they all swore, as written in the documents of succession, that when the king of Gondor returns, they shall renounce the throne and bow to the new king. The Stewards were not evil men, but when they became the lords of Gondor, they were not able to bring prosperity to the land and the kingdom slowly stagnated.
The current Steward of Gondor, Echtelion the first, an old man dressed in luxurious dresses made of the rarest materials, was a man of honour and pride rather than a strategic and tactical commander. He preferred to oversee the kingdom rather than leading an army during battle. His son Denethor the second was the current captain and commander of the Gondorian armies. But the band of carelessly trained men he commanded was a fraction of the once powerful Gondorian army that defeated the Mordor host at the ''Battle of the Last Alliance''. Denethor was a man of adventure and he enjoyed his task even though he did not have the chance to prove himself in battle. The small skirmishes he had fought on the Western borders were easily won and proved no challenge for him.
However, something uncommon happened during Echtelion's rule that will shake the very tranquility of Gondor: the forgotten orc forces of Mordor lurked out of their dark lairs once again, eager for vengeance and domination of Middle Earth...Chapter 2 : Dark Lord re-awakening
The orcs reconstructed their Dark Lord's fortress of Barad-dur and set foot on the Black Gate of Mordor and Tower of Minas Ithil, now named Minas Morgul or the tower of sorcery. It is said a dark sorcerer called Witch-King now made it his home and expands his dark influence throughout the land. With the Dark Lord Sauron physically slain and his mind looking over Middle-Earth from atop Barad-dur, the Witch-king now leads the newly raised and organised armies of Mordor into war.
Orcs are now attacking the lands East of the Great River Anduin. Hundreds of them now roam the lands called Ithilien. However, they encounter there some resistance...
Chapter 3 : The Ithilien Rangers
The Steward of Gondor refused to send men to help the people of Ithilien cross the River Anduin for safety. He thought that sending his son with barely 2000 men, who were far from prepared to fight this war, into the wild forests of Ithilien would be suicide. Losing a battle this early wouldn't prove efficient in the upcoming evident war.
Echtelion sent tried using diplomacy, but the diplomats he sent into the Dark Lands of Mordor were sent back with their heads missing. He couldn't believe that such things happened so fast: the re-awakening of Mordor, the capture of Minas Ithil and the arrival of the mysterious sorcerer who was told to be evil itself. He ordered conscription believing this would soon put an end to this turn of events.
He also received news from his spies and diplomats to the north that goblins and trolls from the Misty mountains and Grey Mountains are attacking the Elves of Rivendell and Dwarves of Erebor as well as the unnoticed Free People Of Eriador.
--''Meh! A once powerful kingdom now set to ruins! What a waste! Fornost would have made a good outpost in Harad.'' he said to himself.
Such information, he thought, did not concern him. He had more important issues to attend...
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''The lands East of the river Anduin are home to an immense forest and brave men.''
The man stood looking at his friends and followers from atop an old crate. His name was Duros, a middle aged man born from Gondorian parents, who now found himself leading the Ithilien Resistance against the Mordor foe. He is the man who first stood up and resisted the Mordor assailants, made of stinking orcs, huge trolls and fearsome commanders called Nazgūls, when his people were in need of a leader. His parents dead many years ago, he had nothing to lose.
The people of Ithilien were not usual Gondorians, they lived in stone houses dispersed throughout Ithilien, making them the perfect target for the creepy spiders and creatures that lurk the forest. Being often attacked in their own houses, they developed an unusual style of fighting that was uncommon to the Gondor traditional white plate armour and heavy shield and sword. Stealth and the long range of their customized bows and arrows gave them a chance to fight back. Although skilled bowmen, they will have to use their acquired skills to fight an army of orcs that is far more vast and fearsome than the giant spiders.
The Ithilien Rangers organised a small but battle-hardened resistance of 1700 men that came from all the corners of the great forest of Ithilien. Duros decided they would attack the Mordor armies when they are separated and weak in number. He decided to do as such to give time to the families of the Ithilien a chance to cross the River Anduin for safety. Unfortunately he knew this tactic wouldn't work for much time and sadly, he was right. A vast Mordor host of 5000 orcs and a dozen trolls, sent by the Witch-King to investigate the killing of their raiding parties, are now entering the forests of his beloved homeland.
Duros assembled his men for a speech:
--I have assembled all of you here because there is an important decision that is not mine to take. As you may have heard Mordor sent 5000 orcs led by a nazgūl and they are now entering our forests. It is a huge army and our leader Echtelion seems to have abandoned us along with Ithilien. I see looking at me 1700 brave men, but what is the limit of bravery? Madness? I think so, but what I am certain is that these creatures want to disrupt our way of life, to take away our freedom and to use our forests as they will. Are we, the men of Ithilien, going to fall back and let our forests burn without fighting? Are we going to abandon bravery, that was for so long our code of honour and retreat? Without a fight? Without a chance to defend our way of life? Tell me! Are we such men?
The sound that then echoed throughout the forest would have scared the bravest of men.
--''Never'' said some of the men.
--''No!'' cried others.
--''Then my brothers, drink and feast tonight, for tomorrow we march Eastwards for Mordor!'' shouted Duros.
The men ate and drank as they willed and went to sleep all knowing that the upcoming fight is going to be a test for the strongest of them. In the meantime, at Minas Tirith, 1000 men have already answered the conscription and were training at the Minas Tirith barracks unsure of their fate.
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