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    Top notch writing, indeed! In the previous chapter, I particularly like the moment when Frégol saw a connection between how most hobbits see the folk of Buckland, and how his people see those who live around the bend in the river. In the latest update, it was good to see a different fate for Khazad-Dûm and the detail of Balin's loyalty to Dáin II. I wonder what the Lord and Lady will say.
    Thanks very much Alwyn! I really liked writing the Chapter: A Most Peculiar Encounter. I feel it is one of the strongest chapters I've written for this AAR and am very fond of it. I always wondered what it would be like if Balin had succeeded in his quest. Luckily in DaC he does, and in this particular game they did very well for themselves, however they did not blob out like they sometimes do. Onto the Golden Wood!

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    It's been two years to the day since I started posting this AAR in the Writers' Study. It's unbelievable how fast time flies by. Here's to two years and two more years, to Chapter number 50 (if you don't count the Epilogue and Prologue), here's to almost 45.000 views, and here's to you, dear reader!

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    Book II, Chapter XXV: The Lord and Lady of Lórien

    Rúmil brought them through the Northern Fences, the northern border of Lórien with the Outside. Rúmil and his men were quiet and secretive, and their behaviour rubbed off on the usually enthusiastic hobbits, who now had fallen silent. The Elves would converse only briefly amongst each other, in a language closely related to Sindarin but alien to any of the Company, including Gandalf. These were Elves of the folk of the Nandor, Teleri Elves who had started the Great Journey to Valinor but had halted at the sight of the Misty Mountains. Many of the folk of the Teleri had then become frightened at the sight of the high mountain range and while on their journey West they had fallen in love with the streams and rivers and forests of western Rhovanion. A large part of those who would become the Nandor forsook the Great Journey then and remained in Rhovanion, living in spread out communities, spanning from the Vale of Anduin all the way to Greenwood the Great – Mirkwood of old. Countless years later a group of the Nandor, led by an Elf lord named Denethor, journeyed across the Misty Mountains all the way to Beleriand where they became known as the Laiquendi, or Green Elves, of Ossiriand. There they performed great deeds in the fight against Morgoth and would eventually return east after the destruction of Thangorodrim and Beleriand during the War of Wrath.

    The Nandor were a much simpler folk than their cousins, the Sindar, in Beleriand, even more simple than the Laiquendi who eventually came to Beleriand. When that part of Middle-Earth sunk beneath the waves many of the Sindar and Ñoldor ventured east in search of new realms. One of these Sindar was Amdir, first king of Lórien. Oropher was also one of the Sindar who ventured into Rhovanion and established the Kingdom of Greenwood the Great. Both Sindar ruled over a mainly Nandor and Silvan (those who stayed behind after Denethor's departure) population. These Elves had no great leaders nor strong realms, they merely lived in peace, happy to ignore the tidings of the world. The Sindar Princes longing to rule their own kingdoms once more took these people under their wing and governed them as they willed. These Wood-Elves learned much from their Grey-Elf masters and in kind the Sindar adopted the Nador and Silvan culture, meshing the two Teleri branches together. Long these kingdoms prospered until the shadow returned to the north.

    After Amdir, who fell in the Battle of Dagorlad during the Last Alliance, came Amroth, Amdir's son. He ruled for a while before he and his lover Nimrodel went south to sail into the West from the haven of Edhellond, in Belfalas, southern Gondor. Amroth met a tragic death at sea and Nimrodel's fate remains unknown, but forever Amroth's name was carried in remembrance by the Princes of Dol Amroth who were said to share blood with Amroth and Nimrodel's folk. With Amroth gone, Lórien was without a king. This is when Celeborn and Galadriel came to be the Lord and Lady of Lothlórien.

    Celeborn too was a Sinda and kinsman to Elu “Thingol” Singollo, the oldest of the Teleri. For a wife he had taken Galadriel, daughter of Finarfin. She was not of the Grey-Elves but of the Ñoldor and a woman of great beauty and power, born in the Blessed Realm of Aman, in the latter days of the Light of the Two Trees. Together they had lived in Doriath for many years where they were married and content to stay at the court of Thingol and Melian. After the fall of Beleriand they went to live in Lindon, where most of the Eldar gathered who wished to stay in Middle-Earth, led by their last High-King, Gil-Galad. For many years they wandered the lands of Eriador until at last they came to Eregion, where Celebrimbor dwelled, the maker of the Rings of Power. Before the War of the Elves and Sauron, Galadriel and her daughter Celebrían relocated to Lórien, where Amdir ruled, while Celeborn remained in Eregion. When Sauron came to the land of Hollin he demanded Celebrimbor to give up the Rings, staking his claim because it had been his knowledge that had made Celebrimbor and the Ñoldor able to create the Rings in the first place. Celebrimbor refused, now aware of Sauron's deceit, and Sauron laid waste to Eriador and brought fire and death to Eregion. Celebrimbor was killed and his lifeless body paraded around Eriador, and the Nine and Seven Rings, safe the one of Durin III, whom had been a close friend to the Ñoldor of Eregion and was said to have received his Ring from Celebrimbor himself and not from Sauron, were taken by Sauron. Celeborn was among those that escaped the sacking of Ost-in-Edhil, the capital of Eregion, and together with Elrond Half-Elven, the Herald of Gil-Galad, he went north to the founding place of Rivendell and stayed there for a while, helping build up this secret refuge of the Eldar, and was later joined there by his wife and daughter who returned from Lórien in search of him. When Sauron was defeated at the Battle of the Last Alliance, the lands of Middle-Earth became easier to traverse and for a great number of years Celeborn, Galadriel and Celebrían explored Middle-Earth east of the Misty Mountains, as far as the borders of Mordor before returning back to Rivendell where Celebrían and Elrond wedded. Afterwards Celeborn and Galadriel returned to Lórien where they lived at the court of King Amroth. When he perished and left no children, Celeborn and Galadriel took up the mantle of Lord and Lady of Lórien, leaving behind the royal name. Together they ruled Lothlórien and Galadriel planted the great mallorn trees, a gift from Gil-Galad, for which Lórien is famous and by the power of Nenya, the Ring of Water, Lórien was a blessed place. But when a Shadow returned to Dol Guldur and began to loom over the Golden Wood once more, the Galadhrim's leaders began to look to fortify Lórien. As the counter of Dol Guldur on the eastern bank, the Lord and Lady built Caras Galadhon – City of Trees – on its opposite bank, and there they dwell still, ever at war with Sauron and his servants.


    Celebrimbor being paraded by Sauron's host

    They entered Caras Galadhon during the night and the city shone bright like radiant starlight captured in stainless glass. It was beauty like no mortal could ever imagine and both Eldarion and the hobbits looked in amazement at the huge trees in which the Galadhrim, the Tree-Folk, lived. In the centre of the city stood an enormous mallorn in which the Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel lived, along with their household. Eldarion thought he had stepped into a magnificent dream of light and music, such was the magic of Galadriel. The city was abuzz and filled with song and laughter for Elves do not rest like mortals do. They wander into dreams fully awake and their bodies rest with meditation and song. So they were brought to the Lord and Lady of Lórien and they were welcomed heartily. Radiant they were, the Lord in silver and the Lady in gold. This was how Eldarion met his distant kin, for he was born of Arwen Undómiel, daughter of Celebrían who in turn was the daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, and he was humbled in their presence. The Lord and Lady granted them quarters to live in and gave them permission to explore the city. Eldarion spent much time with his hobbit friends, a spring in his step like a second youth had been awoken in him. The Prince felt young and joyful, all his cares, fears and doubts washed away by childlike curiosity and enthusiasm. Together they searched every corner of the city and they were often seen resting in the sun after a long day of exploration or singing under the starlit heavens when night had fallen. They did not spend much time with the Elves of Lórien for not many spoke the Common Tongue or wished to speak in it, though they would look at the five friends with gladness in their hearts. Meanwhile Gandalf spent much time with Celeborn and Galadriel, discussing important matters. The growing power of Sauron, the darkening of southern Mirkwood and the Company's quest. Elrond had sent messengers to Lórien to announce the Company's coming and of their important errand.

    One day Gandalf came to see Eldarion and the hobbits, and said he was going away for a couple of days, White Council business. More on his quest he did not say and Eldarion, his mind still in dreams, did not bother to ask. The rest of the Company continued their blissful time in Lothlórien but soon after Gandalf's departure a feeling began to grow in Eldarion, a feeling that the time soon would come to leave this place and return to the real world and their quest. Days passed and Gandalf did not return. For this reason the Prince went to Galadriel to ask where he had gone and when he would return. The Lord said that he was getting worried for the wizard and that he should've returned yesterday but the Lady remained calm and confident that whatever kept Gandalf it must be important yet none divulged of the wizard's supposed whereabouts. Three more days passed slowly and still Gandalf did not return. Again Eldarion went to see the Lord and Lady of Lórien. They too now seemed tense. “I will speak plainly to you kinsman” said Celeborn, “Gandalf was on his way to the fortress of Dol Guldur in hopes to uncover what the source of the evil is that has re-entered that dark place. Our scouts lost his trail a couple of kilometres across the Anduin.” Eldarion's hopes were shattered. Galadriel diverted the conversion to the Company's quest. She told him all she knew, what Gandalf had told her, that he carried the Ring and what the Council of Elrond had decided what should be done with it. “The time has come for you to choose, son of Arwen.” said Galadriel. Eldarion knew of what she spoke and he dreaded it. “For a while now I have, I will not say wasted but rather spent my time in the wonderful land of Lórien and it has been like a dream,” said Eldarion. “but I know I can't stay here forever though my heart desires it, having seen but a sliver of its wonder and a certainty that I will never return here. With Gandalf gone and no hope of him returning soon I know what I must do.” Eldarion's head sank to his chest. In a second a vision of the horror that was to come had been revealed to him and without Gandalf he felt alone and vulnerable. For a moment his heart was filled with anguish. Galadriel took his chin between her slim fingers and raised his head so their eyes met. A light shone in them and she smiled, instantly lifting his spirits. “You carry the power of the Elves in you, Son of the Eldar.” said Galadriel. Confidence rose again in Eldarion's heart as it banished the despair that had filled it. He then thought of the hobbits. He could not take them any further knowing what lay ahead. He would have to tell them though. It was decided then, he would continue his journey alone. It was as it should be, as it always should have been. He would go to Mordor alone.


    On the Elven Peoples


    As you may or may not know, the Elves awoke at a lake called Cuiviénen (literally means The Water of Awakening), far in the east of Middle-Earth during the Sleep of Yavanna (this was the period before the First Age, also called the Years of the Trees yet it was only named thusly after the Eldar moved to Valinor). All Middle-Earth lay in darkness but for the stars in the heavens (the Sun and Moon had not been created yet, ushering the First Age). I'm not going to recite the entire history of the Elves, for that would be too long and irrelevant. If you wish to know all about that I suggest you to read the Silmarillion. This is merely an explanation to make it easier to understand the things I've said in this chapter, if you so wish to understand more of the lore.

    The Elves were divided into three distinct peoples. The Vanyar, the Ñoldor and the Teleri. The Vanyar were the lesat numerous of them, followed by the Ñoldor, the Teleri being the largest. When the Vala Oromë came with the Valar's summons for the Elves to come to Aman all of the Vanyar and most of the Ñoldor and Teleri accepted the offer. The remainder of the Ñoldor and Teleri that refused would become known as the Avari – The Unwilling. Now the Vanyar and Ñoldor were very eager to leave Middle-Earth and reach Valinor as quickly as possible, the Teleri were more reluctant and tarried long in many places. They did not travel in one host like the other two did but were split in many groups and some forsook the Great Journey at various points for various reasons. One of these groups were those that would become the Nandor, they stayed in Rhovanion, afeared to cross the Misty Mountains (there were other groups of the Teleri like the Sindar who forsook the Journey further to the west, in the forests of Beleriand in search of their King Elwë or the Falathrim who settled near the seas and became very skilled in shipmaking).

    As I said in this chapter some of the Nandor, led by Denethor, would eventually cross the Misty Mountains and became known, in Beleriand, as the Laiquendi. The Nandor that stayed in Rhovanion after Denethor's departure would become known as Silvan Elves. These Elves were the main body of the population of Lothlórien and the Woodland Realm during the Second and Third Age, though in Lórien the mixture between the refugee Sindar (from Beleriand) and Ñoldor (from Beleriand and later Eregion), and the native Silvan populace was higher during the Third Age than in Thranduil's Woodland Realm where less of the Sindar and none of the Ñoldor went. Thus it can be said that the Galadhrim of Lórien are mostly Silvan Elves mixed with some Ñoldor and Sindar.

    This schematic should provide some clarification on the classification of Elves. Do not mind the numbers on top by the clans. Tolkien, in my knowledge, never provided exact numbers on how many of the Elves took the Great Journey and those that didn't. (yet Tolkien's written work is immense and sometimes contradicts itself so who knows.) The primary source I'm using, The Silmarillion, state the following:

    [QUOTE;The Silmarillion, Of the Coming of the Elves]
    “Then befell the first sundering of the Elves. For the kindred of Ingwë (Vanyar) and the most parts of the kindreds of Finwë and Elwë (Ñoldor and Teleri), were swayed by the words of their lords, and were willing to depart and follow Oromë; and these were ever after known as the Eldar.”

    “But many refused the summons, preferring the starlight and the wide spaces of Middle-Earth to the rumour of the Trees; and these are the Avari.”[/QUOTE]


    Note: Minyar, Tatyar and Nelyar mean Firsts, Seconds and Thirds respectively and are directly linked to Vanyar, Ñoldor and Teleri. I didn't use those names previously because it would only confuse people more with so many strange names already present.

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    Good chapter, you convey well the long history and slowly fading splendour of the elves. Eldarion's decision sounds like a dangerous one, I wonder if the hobbits will disagree.

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    Loving this entire AAR, especially the extra parts on the Elves and so forth, can't wait to see more. Subbed and have some rep!

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    Loving this entire AAR, especially the extra parts on the Elves and so forth, can't wait to see more. Subbed and have some rep!
    Thanks very much, McScottish! Great to have you with us!

    Quote Originally Posted by Alwyn View Post
    Good chapter, you convey well the long history and slowly fading splendour of the elves. Eldarion's decision sounds like a dangerous one, I wonder if the hobbits will disagree.
    Thanks Alwyn! All your questions (meaning the one ) will be answered in the next update.

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    Book II, Chapter XXVI: Anduin the Great
    March 3024 T.A. Anduin the Great

    Eldarion traded his horse for a small boat. The horse he had been riding had come from Rivendell and it would be cared for in Lórien before it returned to Elrond's House with one of the Elven parties travelling between the two strongholds of the Eldar. Eldarion had chosen to take the route south by river. The tiny boat would carry him south faster than any legs would be able to carry him. The river could carry him as far as the Falls of Rauros. There was a way down from the waterfall's top to the bottom. Stairs had been hewn inside the rock during the hey-days of Gondor's might, that one could take and thus re-enter the Anduin at the bottom of the falls. Eldarion though would not be able to take that route. Although the boat was light and small, one man was not enough to carry it down the stairs, however strong he be. Whether he chose to follow the river all the way to Nen Hithoel, the lake before the falls of Rauros, he still would need to pick a route: West or East.

    Before he left he had to say goodbye to his friends and the hobbits were distraught to hear of Eldarion's decision to venture forth on his own. They would not be parted from him, not even for the light of lovely Lórien. They were stalwart, defiantly saying: “that they would follow him lest they be tied down”. Eldarion was touched by his friends' loyalty and he would miss them dearly but they couldn't help him anymore. They argued the entire night and their bickering could be heard throughout the city. When morning came so did the Lady of the Wood. Galadriel bade Eldarion to go pack while she beckoned the hobbits to follow her. Eldarion knew not what the Lady said to his friends but when they returned, a couple of hours later, they no longer argued and were just sad. That evening the entire party, bar Gandalf, enjoyed dinner together with the Lord and Lady and, though the hobbits were saddened, the evening was still somewhat joyeus, with here and there a few laughs, the Company members reminiscing their journey so far. The next morning, however, came swiftly and with tear-stricken faces, the hobbits soon found themselves bidding Eldarion farewell and they told him how much they would miss him. That moment by the banks of the Nimrodel Eldarion would always remember as a harsh and bitter goodbye. The Lord and Lady had also come to bid him farewell and wish him good luck on his perilous journey.

    The Nimrodel was quick and, without much effort from the Prince, the boat swiftly carried him from the Golden Wood, into the grey Outside. The golden leaves were left behind and had been replaced by the first green leaves of March, the first signs of spring. Autumn had gone and winter was already letting go, and the more south he travelled, the more this became apparant. Eldarion was startled by this. How long exactly were we in Lórien?, the Prince asked himself. Time in the Elven realm of Lórien passed differently than in the outside world, or so it seemed for mortals, or it was merely a sliver of how the Elves experienced the passing of time. Eldarion did not have the answers for such grand questions and banished them. It doesn't matter how or why, he thought, we're here now and we'll have to deal with it. We've lost precious time.

    Soon the wooded areas gave way to grasslands on the western bank and dark plains on the eastern. Those dark plains were known as the Brown Lands. Whether they had always been known as such, Eldarion did not know, but, from his position on the river, it seemed like a desolate place, having harboured no creatures whatsoever for many an age. The open plain looked dangerous and a dark cloud, coming from the north, hung over it. Eldarion shivered each time he looked in that direction. Eventually he turned his gaze away, focusing on the water that carried him.

    Come the evening of the third day he had reached a shallow, called the Undeeps, and, seeing it was getting late, decided to set up camp on the western bank. Rolled up in his cloak, sitting next to his fire, he lit his pipe. If my calculations are correct, he thought, this, looking around him, must be the field of Celebrant and that, his head bobbing towards the shallows, must be the point where Eorl the Young, with his army of horsemen, crossed the Anduin hastening to the aid of Gondor so many years ago. The battle of the Field of Celebrant had been a turning point in the Balchoth invasion of Gondor. It was here that a host of Easterling tribesmen and Orc raiders had been defeated by the timely arrival of the Éothéod, saving the retreating Gondorian forces from total destruction. For their services the Northmen had been rewarded the plains of Calenardhon, establishing the kingdom of Rohan, which they called the Mark, and they were evermore friends of the people of Mundburg (their word for Minas Tirith).

    As Eldarion recalled the history of that particular battle his thoughts wandered towards Gondor. Every day he was being carried closer to that place and he was very conflicted on what he should do. Eldarion knew he should not expect to be welcome in Gondor, none of the Arnorians were. It infuriated him, the stubbornness and blindness of the Steward. The greed. The embers of his pipe lit up his hooded face and a fire shone in his grey eyes. It was an insult to the Dúnedain of the North, it was an insult to his father, it was an insult to him. Gondor would only be saved by the actions of Eldarion's people, their blood, their lives. His thoughts black and his pipe empty, the Prince layed himself to sleep.

    The following days his mood did chill considerably as the never changing shores flew by. Eldarion did not hasten towards his destination but neither did he tarry. Steady and surely he made his way south and the decision of where he would go next was nearing. The uncharted lands of the east would take him swifter to friendly forces, if only he could find them and traverse the rugged, unexplored terrain, which was questionable. To the west waited the plains of Rohan, taking him away from his goal, and further down that road, Gondor, where he was unsure how they would receive him. Eldarion wondered if he would be able to cross the Anduin at Cair Andros fairly unnoticed and without attracting too much attention to himself. Both routes held risks, both known and unknown, but soon a decision would need to be made: West or East.

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    A sad parting, indeed - and a difficult choice. I look forward to finding out which way Eldarion will go, and how he'll navigate the obstacles he'll find.

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    A sad parting, indeed - and a difficult choice. I look forward to finding out which way Eldarion will go, and how he'll navigate the obstacles he'll find.
    Thanks Alwyn. Hardship will only increase with every step southward. The journey is long from over.

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    Book II, Chapter XXVII: The Choice
    March 3024 T.A. Nen Hithoel

    Ten days since he departed from Lórien, Eldarion reached Nen Hithoel, the lake leading to the sheer drop of Rauros. Mere moments before, he had been greeted by the Argonath, the statues of Isildur and Anárion, guarding the entrance to Nen Hithoel, that marked the borders of Gondor of old. They stood, after almost two-thousand years, indomitable, unwearied by the passing of time. Skill in stonework, of the Númenóreans in Exile, that long since has been forgotten. When Eldarion had looked up to them, he had felt the majesty of the Kings of ancient times, his kin, untainted. Sailing in their shadow, however, brought a chill to his bones and suddenly he found that the monoliths loomed over him, axes brandished, as if ready to strike down at him. Eldarion started paddling faster and the feeling of unease passed when he entered the lake, the sunlight washing over him.

    The journey from the Golden Wood had been peaceful for the most part. Eldarion had almost been trapped in the Sarn Gebir, rapids that were said were no boat could live. Twilight had fallen and it had only been by Eldarion's good hearing that he was saved from smashing against the rocks. Sarn Gebir started after a small bend, without any warning but the noise of splashing of water. Carrying his small boat across land hadn't been an easy task. Luckily the terrain didn't rise and fall that much but nevertheless it took the Prince a whole day to get back to the river. Eldarion didn't want to imagine what it would be like to carry that thing down the North Stairs, the bypass that led to the bottom of Rauros. Once back on the river, Eldarion had encountered neither friend nor foe and continued his lonely journey. Not sure on what to do, the Prince glided towards the place where he would have to make a decision, Nen Hithoel.

    Eldarion led his boat to the western shore of the lake, where he set up camp for the night. It was only just past midday but the Prince wanted one night to decide where he would go next. He also wanted to take a look at the old guard post of Amon Hen, the Hill of Sight. Galadriel had recommended doing so, should he reach the Falls of Rauros, for the Hill would grant one visage over many places. The boat, he dragged on the shore, into the cover of the undergrowth. That way it was concealed but not too far away from the river, should Eldarion decide to take the eastern road. In the boat he left most of his supplies and equipment, save his battle-gear, before entering the wooded hills of the western Emyn Muil, in search of the Seat of Seeing.

    The woods were peaceful and on this beautiful spring day, the Prince enjoyed his walk. Travelling by boat was far from comfortable, he had found out, at least when you are in one for most of the day, walking would do good for his sore legs and back. Not far from where he had made his camp, Eldarion found an old, overgrown stone path, leading up the hill. He reckoned this must be the old road to the watchpost above, and started following it. Gradually he climbed and the higher he climbed, the more the trees started to fade away, until they disappeared entirely. On the bald hill stood a stone structure with on it a throne, at least it could've been a throne given its size and appearance. It was made from the same stone as the hill but unlike the Argonath, it had been worn down by the ages of time and whathever symbols or ornaments it might have beared, long gone. Eldarion seated himself, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Firstly he turned his gaze east, towards his destination.

    The eastern Emyn Muil was nothing like its western counterpart, the only similarity being they were situated on the same plateau, high above the surrounding lands. Where the west was soft and leafy, the east was hard and rocky, the craggy, sharp rocks rising from the ground like a jagged crown. It too had a hill, like Amon Hen, rising above the landscape, the Amon Lhaw – the Hill of Hearing. Together with Amon Hen and Tol Brandir, the stone spire in the middle of Nen Hithoel, they formed the three peaks looking over Rauros. The Emyn Muil looked deserted and Eldarion saw no sign of enemies on the eastern shore, nor friends for that matter. Eldarion turned to the south-east, towards the Black Gate, there his father and kinsmen were meant to be, but he could not see any sign of them. The Prince sighed, he wanted nothing more than to join them but knew he couldn't, shouldn't. He remembered Gandalf's words, and Elrond's. “This errand is most secret, none may know of it.” Eldarion knew Elrond, and Gandalf to an extent, didn't trust Men, especially those of non-Númenórean descent, and even those that were, they did not trust completely. A not really unfair observation, from their perspective, though Eldarion disagreed. Either way, Eldarion would have to come across them if he was to enter Mordor and perform his task. There was no avoiding that.

    Eldarion turned away from the east and started inspecting the west. Beyond the woods of Emyn Muil, he could see the grassy plains of the Emnet, where the herders of the Rohirrim were guiding their animals from their winter-quarters, near the mountains, to the free-bound pastures of the north, to graze. The lush green plains were a stark contrast to the eastern wasteland. It was also the way back home, where Elenien sat. Eldarion had started missing his wife from the moment he left but the feeling of loss had abated in the prospect of adventure and the company of the hobbits and Gandalf, but mostly the company of his four little friends, who's undaunted spirit had left a permanent mark on him. Now he was on his own and the loneliness hit him hard on that bald hill. A part of Eldarion wanted to abandon the quest there and then. He felt weary and conflicted. His hand grabbed the Ring.

    His gaze was drawn south, towards Minas Tirith. Eldarion thought he could see the White Tower of Ecthelion on the horizon, glinting bright in the waning sun. Anger rose in his chest. “The Fool in his tower.” he spat. Anger washed away the moment of weakness and Eldarion was filled with resolve once again. He would succeed in his quest and then that fool will have to bend to our will. Having seen everything he wanted, Eldarion descended from the Seat and made his way back to his encampment. He had made his decision.

    Chapter XXVII: The Choice
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    Default Re: To earn a Kingdom: A Northern Dúnedain Narrative - Divide and Conquer V2.1 [UPDATE - 17/04/2020]

    I'm enjoying Eldarion's continuing journey, the way accounts of his reaction to the Argonath and his longing to join his kin and the company of the Fellowship are particularly good!

    This looks like a long and lonely journey and the temptation of the Ring will surely grow stronger. I wonder if Eldarion will make it on his own, or if he will need to find a companion or companions to navigate the dangerous paths ahead and share the burden.

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    Default Re: To earn a Kingdom: A Northern Dúnedain Narrative - Divide and Conquer V2.1 [UPDATE - 10/12/2019]

    So after a long sabbatical I'm back! And definitely not to steal the ring. I've just read the way to Mordor and Passage.

    The way to Mordor: Great writing about Gandalf! Plus I'm always glad to see more hobbit action, but movie aside I really wonder what they're going to bring to the table now. Also I now have to ask if this is supposed to parallel the movies or act as a prequel? I'm abit lost there, pardon me

    Passage: I suspect would probably enjoy this much greater if I had more knowledge of the lore, but this was a tense and exciting encounter. Definitely thought they were going to duke it out. Strange the hobbits are this excited too. Well done!

    Will certainly be back for more

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