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    Wow, you are churning out these chapters! While it's good to see you enjoy the writing so much, like Alwyn has suggested, it might behoove you to release chapters a little slower... you could keep writing at the same speed of course, and then if something happened where you couldn't write for a bit you would have some work saved up! I see you've taken the southern path with Aragorn, and I am excited to see the army of the dead sweep down upon his foes! I really like the way you described the encounter between Aragorn and the King under Dunharrow.

    The earlier discussion between Gandalf and Eldarion was also quite enjoyable... all in all, an excellent continuation of your tale!

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    Good update! I can relate to Turlin, I can imagine being the person who worries about guarding the horses and passing on necessary messages, while the heroes march off to save the day!

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    Explanatory note: This chapter is about the current state of Middle-Earth rather than a continuation of the story as such. With this chapter I want to let you, the readers, know how the world is shaping itself. I plan to do several of these at various points (probably every 50 turns or when some big changes happen in the campaign).
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    Book I, Chapter VIII: Lay of the Land
    2991 TA

    A fierce wind blew from the west over the Belegaer, the Great Ocean. The wind reached the Ered Luin, the home of the Dwarven clans, the Firebeards, Broadbeams and a small portion of Longbeards. To the eye nothing seemed to be happening but the underground was bursting with energy. Their mountain halls were filled with the sound of smiths creating new armour and weapons, the war cries from practicing warriors and messengers running on a thousand and one errands. They cried 'Baruk Khazâd', axes of the Dwarves, and 'Khazâd ai-mênu', the Dwarves are upon you. They had learned of the precense of a new evil in Angmar and Clanlord Gor made his people ready for the inevitable conflict. They made ready for war.

    The wind blew simultaniously over the lands of Lindon, where Sindar and remnants of Ñoldor Elves resided with their lord Cirdan. You couldn't find a more different place to the Blue Mountains than the lands of Lindon, the Land of Song. Here all things were quiet and serene. The land was soft and full of sadness. The Elves were leaving Middle-Earth and lamented the losses they had endured. The time of the Elves was over.

    The wind blew on untill it reached the peaceful lands of the Shire. Here the hobbits thrived and lived in peace, with not a worry of Middle-Earth and the realms of the Long Ones. The greatest disturbance here were that of nosy neighbours and of annoying family members. Nothing of evil ever entered here. The wind knew why as he blew ever eastward, for the land surrounding the Shire was rife with activity. Here hooded figures patrolled the once great kingdom of Arnor, and they protected the defenceless Hobbits and ignorant Bree-landers. Not only from the north against the cruel hand of the newly ressurected Iron Crown, but also in the south against the Wildmen of Dunland and Enedwaith. Here the wind only resided for a short while and saw great strife between the Confederation of Alcfud and the Dunnish clans before continuing his journey.

    The wind blew ever onward, knowing not where he would end. He ascended to the the top of Zirakzigil, one of the mountain tops of the Misty Mountains, and saw a great war between the mountain Orcs and Dwarves of the Longbeard clan. Much of the fighting happened undergound and the world of Man has no account of these battles. Orcs were also invading the Vale of Anduin. The Vale was ablaze and Man and animal alike fled before it. Not only orcs from the mountains, but also from the forest once called Eryn Galen now aptly called Mirkwood, ravaged the countryside killing and raping there way towards Beorn's Halls. In Dol Guldur, one of Sauron's most trusted servants, the Nazgûl Khamûl, had taken his abode and worked ceaselessly to spread Sauron's Evil to the north. The Elves of Thranduil kept them still at bay , but for how long would they hold. How long would it take for the forces of Evil to storm the caves of Thranduil.

    From the top of Zirakzigil, the wind could see for miles to the east. He saw battle across Rhovanion between the forces of Dale, Erebor and Dorwinion against the might of the clans of Rhûn. Many a battle occured here and it was a stalemate, for now. But Rhûn spans a long way to the east, to unknown lands, with clans unknown to Middle-Earth. Could the forces of Good stem this enormous tide of unlimited manpower?

    With a sudden rush from the northwest, the wind was pushed southward towards Rohan. On his way he saw the Golden Woods of Lothlorien where the grey sentinels of the wood guarded the crossing of the field of Celebrant, thinking only of themselves. In Rohan the forces of Saruman the Traitor had crossed the Isen and had entered Rohan proper. The Westfold burned and the Hornburg was surrounded by the forces of the White Hand. Théoden still protected the wide plains of Calenardhon of old but the situation was dire. Then the wind saw something he had never seen before. A man of great stature leading an army of ghosts, marching east. What was his plan, the wind wondered. Time would tell he knew, wise as he was.

    Southeast the wind was bound, to the lands of Gondor. Here the brave descendants of the Dúnedain still guarded the Anduin and took the brunt of Sauron's wrath. The crossings of the Anduin were still held by the Southern Line but the Dúnedain were slowly bleeding their kingdom dry. Further to the south, Haradrim and a new sort of Evil men had begun their push across the Ethir Anduin. Here men in blue and in silver battled against men in red and in black. Rumours of a brutal civil war in the lands of Khand came to the wind. Brother fought brother over whom they should follow, the Dark Lord whom they despised, or two mystic men in blue robes with an army of redclad Dwarves. These men had come from the far east. Some said they were sorcerors, some said just wise men and some even worshipped them as Gods. The Khan had sided with the 'Blue Wizards' and had so ignited this bloody civil war. On top of that, Sauron had sent an expeditionary force to reclaim the Khandish lands. Their capital had already fallen to this 'Inquisitor'. Who will be the victor in this three way war?

    The wind blew ever southward and saw a great armada at the port of Umbar. From whence they came the wind knew not. They had dark clothing and tall helmets. A professional army ready to strike at the soft underbelly of Middle-Earth.


    So many stories to be had in this wondrous land but the wind was not the master of his own course. Now he flew to the uncharted lands of the South. Maybe there he would find out where these strange black clothed men had come from. Maybe.
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    Book I, Chapter IX: The Kind, the Impatient, the Wrathful and the Vengeful
    Late summer, 2993 TA: Eastern Numeriador, Ost Gelon

    On a warm summer's morning Hirvegil looked at the town of Ost Gelon from his siege camp. His rangers had the town surrounded and Hirvegil had already proposed a peaceful ending to the conflict, as he always did. Eastern Númeriador was the last province he was sanctioned to take, after that he could go home. Each time he approached a settlement he would first come as an emmisary asking them to join the Dúnedain voluntarily, and if negotiations failed then and only then would he turn to violence. Hirvegil was a kind and peaceful man and did not like fighting, except orcs and their allies. The castle of Barketta had joined the Dúnedain of the North freely as had the town of Caras Celairnen but it seemed that the self made lord of Ost Gelon did not harbor the same feelings towards the Rangers. The negotiations had ended at the gate with Hirvegil looking up towards this 'lord'. This bandit leader had insulted the Dúnedain and told Hirvegil that if he and his 'beggars' would not clear off, he would show them steel. The men, of course, were not intimidated by this but they took the title of beggar as a great insult and their pride was injured. There were some, like Hirvegil, who didn't care what the bandits thought and let the insult slide. Still the gathering of bandits and rogues in Ost Gelon had no idea of the wrath they had incurred upon themselves.

    Hirvegil wondered if they had reinstated the Kingdom of Arnor and called themselves Arnorians again, if more people would have willingly joined them. Of course nothing in life was ever simple. The future king was still in the south and Fornost still in ruins. The ancient foe in Angmar could still operate freely and no real offensive had been conducted against him. The king had to return to the north, the House of Kings rebuilt and Angmar defeated before Arnor could be resurrected. 'What is Aragorn doing?' Hirvegil thought. He had only received a short message from Halbarad, that Aragorn was alive and had achieved his mission, whatever that was, and that he planned to return to Eriador as soon as possible. When that was nobody knew.

    “At least he will return to a strong realm ready to do his bidding” Hirvegil said to himself. With a sigh he collected his thoughts and began his duties as a commander of a siege camp. There was still so much to do.




    Late summer 2993 TA: Northern Downs, Fornost

    Halbarad had been 'Lord' of Fornost for quite some time now. “Lord of a pile of rubble.” Halbarad often muttered to no one in particular. He knew every inch of the place. From the slightest crack in the wall to the lowliest stone in a shadowy corner of the broken city. He had taken his abode in the ruined House of Kings, where he acted both as governor and Warden of the Northern provinces. More like Northern province, as the Northern Downs was the only one in Dúnedain control for the moment. Northern Arthedain and the Border Lands would join once Angmar was defeated. 'If Angmar is defeated.' Halbarad thought grimly. He had heard some disturbing reports from his spy network in Angmar that there was an enormous amassing of troops going on in the Old Witch Realm. It had been relatively quiet on the Northern Front and it annoyed him greatly. He was a man of action, not some magister sitting in an office tending to affairs of state. He wanted to go out there and smash some orcish skulls. He had intended to go with Aragorn on his epic quest, but he had refused Halbarad's request stating that he was needed elsewhere. 'What good am I here, filling in papers concerning logistics and troop counts' Halbarad thought full of resentment. Everyday more men ,Dúnedain or from other descent, signed up for the army that was gathering in and around Fornost. Most of them were men from Cardolan, men of mixed descent with a spathering of pure Dúnedain joining as well. A lot of settlers also passed from the south to the north. The repopulation of both Annúminas and Fornost was an ardeous and lengthy task. It would take years, nay decades to bring back life to these once great cities.

    Halbarad looked up from his desk seeing a magistrate bringing even more papers inside. Halbarad put his hands in his long blond hair and let out a moan. “This paperwork will be the end of me, mark my words.”




    Begin Autumn 2993 TA: Weather Hills, Ost Sûl

    “Sir, another company of horsemen from Cardolan has arrived.” Melion said.

    “About time, I've been expecting them for three weeks now. They should've been in Fornost by now.” Araphor was most displeased. How could they have taken so long. They're bloody horsemen for crying out loud. There wasn't much needed to annoy Araphor these days. He was still very much upset about the death of his comrade and every report he got from the Orcs made his teeth grind. The joyful and calm man they had all known was no more it seemed, consumed by his hatred.

    “Should I offer them some lodgings in the village and some food after an undoubtetly long and hard journey?” Melion asked calmly. He had worked with Araphor for years now and was the only one who could calm him down. He knew the best course of action was to continue the conversation as normal as possible.

    Araphor looked at his friend and calmed down a bit.

    “Yes, Melion you do that. Thank you. Tell them they can rest here tonight.” he said appreciatively.

    “But I want them moving first thing in the morning.” he added with ferocity coming back to his voice.

    “They can travel north with the two companies of rangers, that should give them some protection on the way. We can never know when Angmar will strike again, so we must keep CONSTANT! VIGILANCE!

    And with that Melion was dismissed. Melion looked worringly back towards his friend but Araphor was looking at the ruined tower of Amon Sûl, as he often did, probably thinking about Malvegil and his misfortune.

    Ost Sûl had been a quiet village at the base of Amon Sûl since it's founding, now it was full of life. Mostly soldiers passed here to fight in the Western and Northern fronts. Melion knew this was only the calm before the storm. Not even a small raiding band had been seen on the horizon. The orcs were lying low for the moment. 'We still have time to prepare' Melion thought “Let's hope it will be enough.” he often whispered softly to himself. But now to the task at hand, find lodgings and food for our weary comrades in arms. They will surely need the strength for the challenges ahead.




    Late Autumn 2993: Nîn-in-Eilph, Royal Tharbad

    “This used to be a city?” Eldarion asked questionly looking at the rubble lying in front of him. “Who would want to live here? I suspect some dirty unwashen Wildmen” Eldarion stated with a bit of disdain in his voice.

    “There are still some Dúnedain left in these parts, though most of them don't live in the city itself.” Gandalf said hoping to put Eldarion in his place. The boy's loathing for folk of other descent than Dúnedain had not been tempered by the years, nor by the events that had occured since their conversation in Eryn Vorn. Eldarion had been wounded by one of the tribespeople on their way back east. It had happened in one of the villages in the vast lands of Minhiriath. Whatever had happened prior to the struggle, Gandalf knew not, but he had a feeling Eldarion had insulted one of the tribesmen, intentionally or not. This had prompted the insulted to draw his knife and attack the young son of Aragorn. The struggle didn't take long as Gandalf had intervened, but he had not been fast enough. Eldarion had been slashed in the arm, a rather insignificant wound, yet it had done its damage. Eldarion would never trust any Wildmen ever again and looked down on their kind. He thought they were savages unworthy of the friendship of the mighty Dúnedain.

    “But what of the city itself, what folk dwells there?” Eldarion inquired.

    “A mixture of Dúnedain and Northmen from Cardolan of old, old kinsmen of yours.” Gandalf replied. This seemed to silence the boy a bit. He was already 13 years old and proved to become a promising man in all aspects except for his contempt for those of “lower” descent.

    “So the people of the city should join us as they are akin to us.” Eldarion said regaining his voice.

    “Yes they should.” Gandalf said with a hint of doubt in his voice. Eldarion caught it quickly for he was intelligent and had grown knowledgeable under the guidance of his wizard tutor.

    “Would they have reason to refuse our offer?” he asked with his brow furrowed.

    Gandalf hesitated to answer for the answer would surely cause great harm in the future. But he could not lie to his trusted protegé. “The Dunlendings hold Tharbad on the other side of the Gwathló. They have ousted the Dúnedain and Cardolani populace and have confiscated all their goods before sending them this way. They might not want to give the Dunlendings reason to cross the river by siding with us.”

    Eldarion's face redened with anger. “These Wildmen should be taught a lesson, preferably one taught with Númenórean steel at their throats. How dare they treat my people this way. I will see to it that these savages return back to the hovels from whence they came.” The boy was visibly trembling with rage. Gandalf tried to calm him down.

    “This could work to our advantage. If we can persuade them that we can protect them from the Dunlending menace they might be inclined to join us. So let us meet your kin in OUR side of the city. I'm sure they will welcome us with open arms.” Gandalf said, soothing the boy with his booming voice. Eldarion visibly calmed down and said

    “Yes let us do that, let us rejoice the rejoining of our kin.” Eldarion said 'After that we'll worry about those barbarians on the other side' he thought grimly to himself.

    By the end of nightfall, after lengthy negotiations between Gandalf and Eldarion with the 'leader' of the city, Royal Tharbad had thrown their lot with the Dúnedain. It seemed that the maltreatment of the populace by the Dunlendings and the threat of an invasion was enough to tip the balance in favor of the Dúnedain. The protection given by the Dúnedain was a blessing from the Heavens the people of Tharbad thought. Another crisis averted Gandalf thought. 'But what will the future hold with this vengeful prince?' He filled his pipe with Longbottom Leaf. Not even he could forsee and he thought he was a very wise man indeed, puffing his pipe.

    Happy Easter everyone, enjoy an extra episode from "To earn a Kingdom" on this joyful Sunday.
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    All people will be afraid to cooperate when struck. Gandolf is correct that they should cooperate and even better with a plan on how they will be induced to cooperate. Threats of death are seldom effective.

    A great update this Easter.

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    I'm interested in how the parallel tales of honourable Hirvegil, resentful Halbarad and proud, disdainful Eldarion will connect with each other (if they will). Angmar seems to be on the minds of both Hirvegil and Halbarad. Good update!

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    Book I, Chapter X: The King without a Crown
    Winter 2993 TA: Hollin

    It had been two years since he had started his campaign in Gondor. The army of the Dead had ravaged the unending legions from Mordor but it had not been enough. Rather than to popular belief, the Dead did die. It took a long time but eventually they died. Could you call it dying when someone was already dead? How this could happen, not even they themselves knew. The first advance had been glorious. The lands of Ithilien were scoured and emptied of Orcs and Evil men. Gondor had retaken these lands but didn't know why they were deserted by the enemy, for Aragorn operated from the shadows. The grand fortress of Minas Morgul was attacked and cleansed, however the foul sorcery that occupied it could not be removed by mere mortal hands and even the Dead felt uneasy under the Tower of Dark Sorcery. Aragorn had laid open the prison pits and freed all the captured Gondorians within. They did not know who he was so they called him Edraith, Salvation in Sindarin. Another name I can add to my list Aragorn thought smiling. The tales of Edraith and his army of 'ghosts' reached even the faraway hilly plains of Pinnath Gelin in the kingdom of Gondor. The Steward himself heard of them as well. He didn't know for sure who this Edraith was, but wise as he was, he had his suspicions. He already made plans to reoccupy Minas Morgul and use it as a base to watch Mordor's movements. But Denethor was as cunning as he was wise. Let's see how far this Edraith and his band of 'Ghosts' get he thought in the dark of his hall. He did not believe in these 'ghosts'. Probably some illusionist trick performed on a band of skilled warriors, is what he suspected them to be. This Edraith could come in handy, as long as he distracted Sauron, Denethor could reinforce the Ethir Anduin in the south. Large warbands of Southron regularly crossed the Mouths of Anduin into southern Gondor. The Prince of Dol Amroth was bravely fighting to stay in control of the crossings but was seriously outnumbered. He simply did not have the manpower to handle with it. Soon his defences would fall and when that happened there was nothing stopping the Haradrim from taking all of Gondor. Now the Eastern front would be relieved by this Edraith, at least for a while. Parts of the army could now go south as reinforcements from the western most provinces were due to arrive at any moment now. “Gondor would endure!” Denethor proclaimed.

    Now the capture of Minas Morgul was almost a year ago and Aragorn had at that time dared to hope that he could have sieged the dark tower of Barad-Dûr itself. But it was not meant to be for it was from that moment the problems with the Dead started to arise. Armies led by the Nazgûl would attack them and slowly but surely Dead were vanishing. Whether is was by some dark sorcery from the Nazgûl or that they were no longer constraint by their oath by fighting the Dark Lord, Aragorn knew not. At that moment Aragorn knew he would fail to cripple Mordor utterly. The Oathbreakers were not the invincible warriors he had thought them to be. The Dead, seeing they could be released from their undead life flung themselves in battle, seeking salvation. The men died with a smile on their face as they recklessly hurled themselves on the enemy. Aragorn had no choice but to release them and let them finally find rest. He retreated from Mordor and on the field of Cormallen did he release the Dead from their bonds.

    “Your oaths to me and the Free Peoples have been fulfilled. You have fought bravely and now I hope you may find peace in death.” Aragorn said with regret. He knew he had failed.

    The King of the Dead bowed before Aragorn and said “You are a noble and wise king and are justly called Edraith. May you succeed in all your endeavors and maybe you will one day truly be king of both Arnor and Gondor. Farewell, Isildur's Heir and may we meet again in the Beyond.” Every Oathbreaker bowed to Aragorn and his company before vanishing. A great relieving sigh could be heard on the wind as the Oathbreakers finally were laid to rest.



    And now he was here, in the land of Hollin returning to his home. He had been long enough from home on this foolish endeavor. Yet he had bought Gondor time, precious time. Maybe enough time to save them until the time the North could join the fight against Sauron.

    No use in thinking about what could've happenend. There was another task at hand. Angmar. It was time to end Agandaûr's reign of terror. Aragorn wanted the offensive against the Iron Crown to start as soon as possible. Of course he did not know how his realm had fared without him. Eriador might be in flames for all he knew. He would soon find out.

    “My Chieftain, a rider in the distance.” Turlin cried. “He's one of us, look at his cloak and the banner he is carrying.”

    “How could they've known we are here?” someone called.

    It's good to see our spy network is functioning satisfactorily, Argaron thought.
    “Let's wait here and see what he has to say.” Aragorn stated while dismounting. “He is still a while away. This place is as good as any to set up camp.” They set up camp on a small hill. They didn't need much time or space to put up a camp as they were but a small company. The camp was already made and a couple of Rangers had shot a deer. They were in the middle of skinning the animal when Arveldir arrived.

    “My Chieftain, my name is Arveldir and I must say it's so good to see you. I am here to inform you that Gandalf sends his greetings. I am also here to tell you that he awaits you in Tharbad. I must also inform you that the southern side of Tharbad is controlled by the Dunlendings, so we can't reach Gandalf by going through the city. Your son is also eagerly awaiting your return, as we all are.” Arveldir said with a smile on his face.

    Gandalf Aragorn thought. I must talk with him as soon as possible. “Very well, place your tent among the others and stay for the night. Tomorrow you will sneak back into Tharbad and tell Gandalf we'll be there in a weeks time.”

    “Thank you most graciously, my Chieftain.” Arveldir replied before he set of to sit with his comrades.

    Arveldir was charged with the spynetwork operating in Dunland and had therefore known of the arrival of Aragorn weeks ago. This he had reported to Gandalf, obviously, who in turn had then sent messages all over Eriador heralding the king's return. Arveldir sat himself next to the cooking pot awaiting a well deserved meal.

    It was a cold winter's evening and the men were glad to have a hot meal. The Rangers had made a stew with the deer, some onions, carrots, potatoes, some garlic and mushrooms. With it they baked a sort of flat bread and somebody had found cranberries to eat with it. They were happy to have Arveldir with them for he was an accomplished chef and always had some spices on him. Like salt, pepper, thyme and some nutmeg. With the addition of these spices, their dinner transformed from just a hot broth to a festive meal. The dark shadow of their failure was washed away by this delicious meal and some wine that Arveldir had brought from Tharbad. Aragorn dined and laughed with his men at the campfire. Stories were told, heroic tales of their deeds and sorrowful tales of comrades fallen. It had been the best night since they had left Gondor and their mission.

    It was already late and the moon stood high and bright in the sky when Aragorn adressed the men. “At the break of dawn we will ride north to the nearest crossing of the Gwathló. I want to be in Tharbad as soon as possible and be reunited with my son and Gandalf. Two men shall stand watch at all times. I'll take the first watch together with Aradan until the moon has reached its zenith. The rest of the schedule, you will divide among yourself. Goodnight.”

    The night grew cold away from the campfire and Aragorn was soon lost in thought wondering if he had made the right decision by going south instead of north to save his own people. No the real threat was in Mordor, not Angmar. He had made the right choice even though he had not succeeded. Not wholly a voice said in his head. It had been a foolish hope to think the Dark Lord could've been defeated in such an easy fashion, the voice said. He was disturbed in his train of thought by Turlin who was taking the next shift. “Go to sleep my Chieftain, we are almost home.” he said, wrapping himself in his cloak.

    “I shall, goodnight Turlin.” Aragorn replied and crawled into his tent where he wrapped himself in his cloak. Not long after he had layed himself down did he sleep and dream. Dark dreams of ruin.
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    Aragorn's list of names grows long, indeed! I'm intrigued by the disappearance of the Dead warriors and by Aragorn's feeling of failure and dark dreams. It sounds like there is hard fighting ahead. Good update!

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    Quote Originally Posted by NorseThing View Post
    All people will be afraid to cooperate when struck. Gandolf is correct that they should cooperate and even better with a plan on how they will be induced to cooperate. Threats of death are seldom effective.

    A great update this Easter.
    Thanks. Gandalf is indeed very wise and Eldarion should really pay attention to what he says.

    Quote Originally Posted by Alwyn View Post
    I'm interested in how the parallel tales of honourable Hirvegil, resentful Halbarad and proud, disdainful Eldarion will connect with each other (if they will). Angmar seems to be on the minds of both Hirvegil and Halbarad. Good update!
    The more I write about these characters, the more I fall in love with them. They all have their flaws and that is what makes them human and realistic. (at least that's what I think.)

    Quote Originally Posted by Alwyn View Post
    Aragorn's list of names grows long, indeed! I'm intrigued by the disappearance of the Dead warriors and by Aragorn's feeling of failure and dark dreams. It sounds like there is hard fighting ahead. Good update!
    It is always dangerous to put all your hopes in rumours and myths. Life is full of failures so it matters not that you fail, what matters is how you deal with failure.

    Thanks to all of you who have thusfar actively interacted with the story. That is, in my opinion, the greatest pleasure about writing an AAR.

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    Book I, Chapter XI: The Vengeful Prince and the Lovely Damsel

    We journey a couple of years forward in which nothing really happens. Troops are still amassing in the North where Angmar has not shown himself. Gandalf, together with the help of Aragorn and Eldarion continue to bring the rest of free Cardolan to the fold adding Argond, Caras Nurneled and Metraith to the realm. Hirvegil, after taking Ost Gelon, journeyed on to the Blue Mountains as an emmissary to negotiate an alliance. After succesfully gaining the Dwarves their support against Angmar, he returned to Annúminas to continue the great repopulation of the North. Halbarad, sick and tired of being an administrator, conducts several raids into Angmar controlled Northern Arthedain. And Araphor, Araphor is secretly forming plans unbeknownst to anyone in the shadow of Amon Sûl. For now we return to Tharbad where a grand feast is being held for the marriage between Eldarion, son and heir of Aragorn and Elenien, the Lovely Damsel.

    Summer 2996 TA: Nîn-in-Eilph, Royal Tharbad

    “Congratulations Eldarion! This must be the happiest day of your life.” Nirven, the son of Halbarad said, Eldarion's kinsmen through his grandfather's brother's side. Nirven was of the same age as Eldarion and thusly they had grown up together before Eldarion's tutelage by Gandalf.

    “I am indeed very happy and excited too.” Eldarion said grinning.

    He had known Elenien from since they were children. A long time friendship had turned into love. She came from a pure-blooded Dúnedain family and was a beauty to behold and Eldarion loved her dearly, more than anything in the world. She was the one who could set his fiery heart ablaze or cool it. There was great love between the two and everyone rejoiced in their happiness. He had waited a long time for this.

    “I know what you mean.” Nirven said winking.

    He was to marry the beautiful but feisty Imloseth next spring. And boy he couldn't wait for the wedding night.

    “Red hair.” he said knowingly to anyone who would listen.

    Nirven had always been a boaster and much of what he said was exaggerated, as everyone knew. Still they would not begrudge him his little pleasure.

    Where Imloseth's hair was an auburn red, Elenien's was a dark black. She had light grey eyes that looked kindly on everything she saw. A true example of Númenórean descent. She was also quite tall, almost as tall as Eldarion, but that made her only more graceful. Though kind she was, meek she was not for she too had a fire living inside her. This is what attracted Eldarion so much in her, and her in him.

    Eldarion was looking affectionally at his bride when Gandalf entered the party tent.

    “Congratulations on this beautiful day, my boy. You must be very pleased not only with your new bride” he said inclining his head towards Elenien. “but also with the official announcement of your status as Ranger-Captain in the realm.” Gandalf's voice boomed over all the other conversations.

    He liked to tease Eldarion by always calling him boy. But it was a friendly tease which both of them took delight in for Eldarion always called Gandalf ancient one. It was a bit of banter between former teacher and pupil.

    “Thank you, oh wise ancient one.” he said smiling. “I am indeed pleased with my position in the realm and hope to do my father proud as the formal heir. Come sit with me at the table of honoured guests.” he said pointing at a seat next to him.

    Gandalf graciously declined his proposal stating that he could not stay long. Eldarion was dissapointed to see his old master leave so soon, but he also knew that the forces of Evil did not wait for him to finish his celebrations. Gandalf, now relieved from the task of tutoring Eldarion, could again go back to his task given by the Valar. Although he had not forsaken that duty while taking care of the boy, he had not been focussing on it either.

    “Then may thee fare well on your travels, my friend. And hopefully we'll meet again soon.” Eldarion proclaimed.

    Gandalf left the party when Aragorn entered it. The two had a brief conversation before the wizard left. What they talked about Eldarion would never know. His father came towards him.

    “Congratulation my son, come here and embrace your father.” Aragorn said. They embraced for a short while then looked at each other for a time. It was Aragorn who spoke first.

    “I must say son, you have made me proud. You have become a fine man under the guidance of Gandalf. You've grown tall and strong and clever. And now you are married. A grown man indeed. I do have a wedding present for you.”

    From under his cloak he took a magnificent bow. This bow was crafted from Númenórean steel. It was engraved with runes in an old language, long forgotten.

    “This was the bow of Aranarth, first of our Chieftains. It has always been the symbol of the Heir to the realm and now I give it to you as it is rightfully yours.” Aragorn said with pride handing over the legendary bow.

    “But that is not everything.” he said mysteriously. “I hereby name you Warden of the South as well as Lord of Tharbad.”

    Eldarion was so overwhelmed he could not speak for a moment. Finally regaining his voice he thanked his father, embraced him again and went outside to test his new bow at once. Several of the men followed him to see how he would fare with this legendary bow. Elenien laughed with delight seeing how overjoyed her husband was with his new toy.

    Men will stay children forever she thought smiling.

    They had been given lots of presents. From the gloomy Araphor, Eldarion had been given a new Ranger's cloak, while Elenien had been given a beautiful emerald ring. From the honourable Hirvegil, they had been given two new horses. These had come from the best stock in the North. Where Eldarion's was black, Elenien's was grey. From the mighty Halbarad, Eldarion had gotten a mighty battleaxe, forged personally by Halbarad. A hairnet of white crystals he had given Elenien. Melion had given Eldarion a leather hauberk with the tree of Arnor and the seven stars of Elendil ingraved into it and a warm brown cloak with the same tree and stars woven into the cloth for Elenien. These are a couple of the best presents among the hundreds of small things they had received from friends and the people of the city of Tharbad. Now the bow of Aranarth was something completely different.

    The bow of Aranarth was not some dusty heirloom to keep locked in a case, but was meant to be used. The superior quality of the Númenórean steel did not wane and it was not challenged by any other bow save for the Elves'. Eldarion was a archer of great ability and the bow only enhanced this. All six shots he fired were in the center of the target. Eldarion roared with delight at his achievement and everyone was in a jubilant mood. The wine and ale had already flowed immensly and the men were merry.

    By nightfall all the guests were either drunk or sleeping except for Eldarion and Elenien. They were standing on a part of the ruined bridge of Tharbad, looking at the moon. Elenien's face flushed a little bit when Eldarion looked into her grey eyes. Eldarion leaned forward to kiss his wife when the night sky erupted with roaring laughter. The romantic moment was over when out of nowhere men leapt out of the darkness and lifted the couple up in the air. They carried them to a prepared 'Lover's Suite' where they were to spend their first night as husband and wife. Once inside their carriers left them and a magical night could begin.
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    A great up date. Nice to see an episode on the more personal level of the characters.

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    still waiting for story about Eldarion kicking some dunlanding ass
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    A great up date. Nice to see an episode on the more personal level of the characters.
    Glad you liked it. I take enormous joy in fledging out the characters a little more.

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    still waiting for story about Eldarion kicking some dunlanding ass
    Who knows maybe someday

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    Book I, Chapter XII: War, War, War!
    Early Spring 2997 TA: Nîn-in-Eilph, Royal Tharbad

    It was not long after his wedding that the fire in Eldarion's heart was awakened again. His wife had tried to quench it but the burning persisted. He had not forgotten the slights his people had had to suffer at the hands of the Wildmen from Dunland. Still they possessed the southern side of HIS city. Well no longer. As Warden of the South it was his duty to rid the world of such lowley creatures near the border. How could he call himself Lord of Tharbad if half of it was in the hands of those savages. These two things gave him enough cause to go to war. Nobody would stop him now that Gandalf was gone. He loved his former tutor greatly but he did not have the same attitude towards the Wildmen as he had. Gandalf didn't understand the threat that these savages were. If let to their own devices, they would surely storm Eriador like a tidal wave. His wife Elenien had tried to dissuade him from this 'unnessecary' conflict, as she called it. The people of Tharbad would often hear their heated discussions echoing from their house. Ultimately he had dismissed her counsel and said that she shouldn't meddle with his affairs concerning this. Eldarion always valued his wife's opinions and often asked for advice but not in this, for his mind had already been set so many years ago in a rainy village in Minhirriath. They all thought he was driven by hate against the Wildmen, which was partially true. Eldarion really believed that the Dunlendings were a serious threat to the peace in Eriador. If he could satisfy his hatred for them and secure the realm in one stroke, then that was a happy coincidence. It was not, however, because he thought less of them as a people that he was stupid. He knew the Wildmen came from a ferocious society. Their numbers and sheer fierceness made them a threat in combat and Eldarion did not forget that.

    Ferocious they might be, still they are no match to the Dúnedain. Eldarion thought.

    “They could send thousands of their warriors against hundreds of ours and still they would not win. Their ferociousness would count for naught against the superior tactics of the Dúnedain armies.” These things he often said to his men in preparation of war, and they were ready.

    His father had left for Fornost, to begin the last preparations before the War in the North. Thus Eldarion had the power to execute his plan.

    So it was on a sunny spring morning that Eldarion marched his army of Dúnedain and Cardolani across the Tharbad bridge into Dunlending territory. The bridge still mostly lay in ruin but Eldarion's force crossed without trouble. The Dunnish forces were totally unprepared and the Dúnedain slaughtered them without taken casualties themselves. Eldarion was overjoyed to see his forces their superiority confirmed, not for himself but for his fellow comrades. Now they would follow him everywhere into Wildmen territory. Thus Eldarion marched victoriously into Tharbad and the city was truly his now. This was, however, only the beginning.

    Summer 2997 TA: At the war council at Fornost

    Aragorn had gathered all his military leaders and trusted friends inside the House of Kings to discuss the war with Angmar. Halabard was there as well as Hirvegil, even Araphor had come from Amon Sûl to discuss their parts in the coming years. Gandalf was there also, but merely as a silent participant, as well as all the heads of the spy networks operating in the north.

    “Gentlemen I have just received news that my son has crossed the river Gwathló and has taken the rest of Tharbad, thus driving out the Dunlending invaders.” Aragorn didn't know what to think of this news.

    Gandalf frowned at this and stormed out of the room at once, probably leaving for Tharbad as soon as possible, Aragorn suspected. There were men who were gladdened by this news and equally there were those who were agrieved. He saw Halbarad smiling, being the warlike man as he was, he approved of the Ranger-Captains decision. He thought it good that the future leader was not some meek clerk too afraid of his own shadow.

    It would be a nice test of his abillities he thought. Let the boy win his spurs.

    Hirvegil's mind, however was the complete opposite of that of Halbarad's. He resented war and was more for a defensive approach and thought Eldarion's decision to be rash and made for all the wrong reasons. Everyone knew of his resentment against the Wildmen and Hirvegil believed this was the main reason for the war, which he condemned. Araphor was too focussed with his own agenda that he really did not have a opinion about the war with Dunland. With the rise of the Northern Dúnedain realm, so did the power of the newly formed nobility rise within it. Factions were forming and even though they were still much of the same mind, a change was coming. Aragorn thought his son couldn't have picked a time worse to start his war, just when the campaign in the North was about to start. He was of like mind as his son that the Dunnish clans had to be held out of Eriador. But they could have achieved this perfectly without going to war with them. For as long as the Dúnedain held the northern side of the city, the Dunlendings could not enter Eriador in force.

    “What is done is done and I will not discuss the Warden of the South's decision here any further. He has started this conflict himself, and thusly shall he deal with it himself.” Aragorn stated stonefaced.

    “Now let us begin with the matter I have brought you all here for.” Aragorn began explaining his plans. He laid out a map of northern Eriador on the table and beckoned all to join him.



    “We need information before committing our forces to a direct assault of Angmar. We must know how far their influence has reached. Therefore I suggest that you” he said stabbing his finger in the direction of Hirvegil “take a scouting party and go west to the castle of Barketta. From there I want you to travel north into the barren lands of Oiolad in search for signs of Angmarim forces.”

    “According to my sources” he nodded at Cullas and Derufin who were charged with the spynetworks in the north. “there should be a town right about here.” his finger jabbed a point on the map.

    “Travel there and see if you can persuade them to join us. Report immediatly back if you find anything of interest.”

    “To where should I send my reports, my Chieftain?” Hirvegil asked.

    “Send them back here to Fornost, for I will be staying here until you have returned with the information we need.” Aragorn replied.

    “Halbarad, you will do the same but go north into Northern Arthedain. Go to the old stronghold of Bar-i-Donyonach and see who resides there, if they are friend or foe or if it is abandoned. You have my permission to take it if you deem it possibly and nessecary.”

    “Yes my lord.” Halbarad said almost jumping with excitement. He would finally be able to leave this prison of papers, as he called it. Finally some action. He hoped the Angmarim had taken the castle. He was eager to kill some Orcish scum.

    “I want also that both of you make contact with our various spynetworks in the region to gather as much information as you can.” Aragorn added.

    Araphor thoughts had been drifting away during the meeting and was still lost in thought when Aragorn adressed him.

    “Araphor are you even listening?” he asked a bit annoyed. Araphor seemed to awaken from his dreamlike state and answered.

    “Sorry my Chieftain, I was a bit lost in thought that is all.” he said with an apologetic smile. Aragorn explained Araphor's role again. He was to return to Ost Sûl and resume his tasks as the coordinator for the supplying of troops, equipment and food to the northern forces. Once they were ready to strike he would be given command of one of the armies that would tackle Angmar.

    “Your will Chieftain.” Araphor replied.

    “This concludes our meeting.” Aragorn proclaimed.

    “Hirvegil, Halbarad go now. We await your reports for without them we are blind and cannot hope to strike at our foe.”


    “Gentlemen, today we make our war!”
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    Wildmen defeated at a bridge crossing while taking no Dúnedain casualties! A map is pure bonus material! A great post!

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    A very good and bangin start .
    The unique style of writing made it exciting and interesting to read .
    I liked the tree of Arnor painting .
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    Wildmen defeated at a bridge crossing while taking no Dúnedain casualties! A map is pure bonus material! A great post!
    Thanks! Rangers are OP and Dunlendings are not. A good start for our young Eldarion. The map I thought was a nice addition and I'm glad I'm not the only one who appreciates it.

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    A very good and bangin start .
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    I liked the tree of Arnor painting .
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    A good start for Eldarion, indeed! The map is a helpful feature, this makes me wonder whether the formidable Dúnedain will prevail against their foes in Angmar.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Alwyn View Post
    A good start for Eldarion, indeed! The map is a helpful feature, this makes me wonder whether the formidable Dúnedain will prevail against their foes in Angmar.
    Thanks and yeah I figured that maybe not everybody is as familiar with Middle-Earth as I am, especially the northern wastes of Eriador. As for the war against Angmar, that is of course the crux of our story. Next chapter we'll get a image regarding said upcoming war. Many battles yet to come.

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    Book I, Chapter XIII: The Iron Crown
    Late Autumn 2997 TA: Amon Sûl

    It has been twelve years by now, Araphor thought, twelve years since the orcs attacked Amon Sûl. “And now they are here again.” Araphor was talking to himself, his mind revisiting that fateful day twelve years ago. It was Melion who woke him from his dreamlike state.

    “What are your orders Araphor? The Orcs are advancing.” came the calm voice of Melion.

    His eyes bright again he looked at his young friend and said. “We'll use the same tactic that we have used before. The infantry shall defend the slope leading to the top while the archers shoot the enemy from above. INTO POSITIONS! PROTECT YOUR BROTHERS IN ARMS! FOR THE DÚNEDAIN!”

    “FOR THE DÚNEDAIN!” they all cried.

    Thus began the second battle for Amon Sûl.

    They attacked at night, the time the Orcs liked most. Their screams and vulgar shouting filled the night sky. Volleys were unleashed upon the orcs and the twacking of bowstrings mingled with the sound of dying orcs.






    Music to my ears, Araphor thought.

    He had started to relish in the killing of orcs, something he had never done before. He did not relish it like Halbarad did with a certain amount of glee. He did it with a dark and grim determination. It was one of the only times they could see him smile. I say smile but it resembled more like a wolf grinning at its prey. Araphor was not afraid to go into close combat with the Orcs. His sword gracefully flowed between its foes like a winding river. He never overstretched and the tip of his sword was alwyas inserted just far enough to kill, yet never too far. It was a beautiful thing to behold, yet frightening. By the dawn every Orc was either dead or captured and Araphor was covered in their blood. The ones they had captured were executed. Their skulls displayed near the entrance of the once great tower.



    Cardolani soldiers celebrating their victory

    I could make a path of their skulls all the way to Carn Dûm if I wanted to, Araphor thought with a dark sense of humour.

    Araphor was sick and tired of losing good men to these foul creatures. He knew they only came this way because of the sorcerer in Carn Dûm. If he were to be defeated the Orcs would scatter again and fight amongst themselves and leave the Dúnedain alone, for the most part. The odd warband would come crashing down into Eriador but no large scale invasions. That was it. Araphor came to a conclusion he had slowly come to grasp over the years. Cut of the snake's head and defeat Angmar, then all this misery would end. Araphor knew what he had to do. He would have to do it in secret though, for noone would allow him to go on such a mission. Maybe he could confide in Melion, he might help him in this endeavor. For now he would wait and prepare.


    Late Spring 2998 TA: Fuirost

    Hirvegil had found the town of Fuirost, in Oiolad, in the late winter of 2997 TA. It was bitter cold this far north and the men suffered greatly from this, though noone died. When they approached the town, their cloaks covered in snow, they were hailed inside. Here they wintered and gained the allegiance of the people. Agreements were struck between the Dúnedain and the Northmen of Oiolad. The region was peaceful with not a sign of Orcs or Evil men in sight. Until the beginning of spring. The snow still lay upon the land when a vast host bearing banners of the Iron Crown was sighted on the border with Rhangchang. This force did not only consist of Orcs but also of fell men from Rhudaur. Brown their leather armour was, studded with iron straps, pikes or axes or swords they handled. Cruel javelin throwers there were also and once their missiles were gone they would grab their axes and charge the enemy. Companies of horsemen were seen flanking the marching column. Orcs in black armour never seen before were seen leading the force. Dual wielded they were, with a sword and an axe. Their dark plate armour was of a superior quality than what the Dúnedain were used to from Orcs. These were most definitely smithied by humans, probably in Carn Dûm. A strong force indeed.

    Hirvegil said to the chieftain of Fuirost. “Come south with me Bragor” for that was the chieftain's name “and flee this place for we do not have the strength to oppose them. Lodgings will be found for you in Annúminas, far from the terror of the Iron Crown. Once the conflict is over you can return to your homeland. On my honour, you will get your land back.”

    The chieftain thought for a long time consulting his advisors. An hour later he had made a decision.
    “I will gather as much of my people as I'm able to. Give me a week and I will follow you south.”

    “You have five days Chief Bragor, then we must march.” Hirvegil replied, relieved the Chieftain heeded his warning.

    “Alright Dúnadan, five days.”

    After five days the forces of Hirvegil and people of Chieftain Bragor started marching south to safety. They made excellent ground and eluded the forces of Angmar and reached Annúminas in the late spring of 2998.

    “Here I will leave you Bragor for I must report all that has happened in the north.” Hirvegil said “Your people will be safe here.”

    “Thank you Dúnadan, you have saved my people from certain destruction and I will not forget it.” Bragor and Hirvegil shook hands as they bade each other farewell.

    Hirvegil set out to Fornost to report the tidings of the northwest.

    I hope Halbarad has better news from Northern Arthedain, he thought while climbing his horse.


    Early Summer 2998 TA: Fornost

    It turned out Halbarad did not have better news. His initial march into Northern Arthedain had gone unapposed, he had even raided Bar-i-Donyonach without finding a trace of Angmarim forces. Then spring hit and a similar army to the one Hirvegil had seen, was simultanioulsy invading Arthedain. As with Hirvegil, Halbarad had but a scouting force, nothing that could withstand a whole army. So, reluctantly, he returned to Fornost bearing his tidings.

    “Aragorn, Angmar forces have been sighted in Northern Arthedain. It is a grand invasion force composed of professional styled troops consisting legions of Orcs, companies of Warg riders and Rhudaur traitors.” Halbarad reported, barely containing his excitement.

    Where Halbarad was extatic, Aragorn was grim. He had just recently received a message from Hirvegil that a great host of Orcs was marching through Oiolad.

    It seems Angmar is trying to tie us up here while he extends his power west and where are those bloody Dwarves?, Aragorn thought angry with his allies.

    Gandalf had warned him of an alliance with the cave-dwellers. They did everything their own way and would not be dissuaded once they had decided to do something. Maybe this western army would go towards the Blue Mountains.

    Would Agandaûr be so stupid to invoke the wrath of the Dwarves? Probably yes, came Aragorn's conclusion.

    Men like Agandaûr had nothing but contempt for other races and would never diminish their own superiority by fearing another.

    Maybe this would prompt the Dwarves into action.

    “This is ill news that you bring Halbarad, for I have only recently received a message from Hirvegil that an Angmarim army is marching west into Oiolad. He has secured the populace there and is bringing them back with him as we speak.” Aragorn said to his eager friend. These words seemed not to cool him down.

    “Aah Hirvegil, ever the peaceful one. He is a good fighter but bloody ashes he could use some fire inside him.” Halbarad said roaring with laughter.

    Aragorn laughed with him and said.“We can't be all like you my friend, the world would not be able to handle such a blaze.” This made Halbarad laugh even more. Now Aragorn became serious.

    “We must prepare for our 'friends of the North'. Fornost is still in ruins and some preparations have to be made. Hirvegil is on his way here, let's hope he reaches us before the Orcs do.”

    Halbarad replied “I know this place like my back pocket having spent what seems like ages in this place. If those scum can take it from me you can have my head.” he grinned.

    “Although you would of course be some way down the line for my head if we lose.” Halbarad could almost not contain himself.

    “Some 3000 Orcs down the line!” he said, breaking into a fit of almost hysterical laughter.

    They both laughed heartily but where Halbarad was still laughing as he left Aragorn fell in a brooding silence. Now he knew there were at least two large forces at work in the north, one that was undoubtetly coming to Fornost. Luckily Hirvegil had arrived in time with reinforcements because he was right. By the beginning of summer the Orcish army had laid siege to the ruins of Fornost. They did not come inside preferring to starve the defenders out. Something had to be done, Aragorn knew, and it had to happen soon.


    PS: I changed the setting of the battle to night pure for narrative reasons. You can't, unfortunately, make the AI attack at night when you want to.
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