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    Fingon - Marach

    The Noldor elves under the command of High King Finrod were all recuperating from recent attacks. Whether in the vales of Ered Wethrin, the passage of the river Sirion, near Himring and the March of Maedhros, or the hidden valley of Tumladen, all were nursing their wounds and preparing for future hardships to come. The Dwarves were safe in their innermost, fortified and nearly inaccessible holds. The elves of Doriath were protected by the circle of Melian and their skirmishes with the spiders near their borders seemed to Fingon petty and insignificant.

    It is the blood of the Noldor that is being spent left and right! the king thought in his bitterness. Though not harboring ill intentions toward the realm of Doriath, Fingon had little love toward Thingol, and rather felt disdain toward the elf for showing little to no concern about the fate of the Noldor dying on the frontlines.

    Let him be! Why should I even care. Sooner or later his little kingdom will start closing in as well... Fingon truly was in a dark place right now. How he would deliver his people in this time of need, he could not fathom...


    Meanwhile...

    "Wake! Wake! To arms! The camp is being attacked!" shouted one of the marshals of Hurin. Arrows were flying in the air and loud orc cries were heard on one of the sides of the encampment. It was tough enough escaping from the wreckage of the Battle of Dagor Bragollach, with Hurin leading a remnant of his men south, down the river Sirion, past the evil looking fortress of Tol-in-Gaurhoth. And now they were being attacked once more. Those vile creatures most have caught our scent thought Hurin. He could not count on any help...

    The fight was ugly. Orcs seemingly were ordered to slay all that they encountered on their way and they took pleasure in doing so. It didn't help that many of the men were just aroused from sleep and not in their gear. Fires leaped in many places and soon the battle turned into a slaughter of men who started running heedlessly in every direction. Hurin could not bring order to this chaos and soon found himself on the run as well. He got separated from the main group of retreating soldiers and was hard put to it by a group of especially large and ill-looking uruks. They encircled him...there was no chance of running; he had to face them alone.
    However, this was no ordinary man. IT WAS HURIN OF THE HOUSE OF MARACH -one of the great swordsmen among the second-born. His agility and mastery of the sword caught the orcs off guard. They were already thinking of the sweet, sweet, delicious meat, fresh off the bone that they would soon delight in when suddenly the bright steel of their opponent flashed in their eyes. Hurin, knowing he was outnumbered four to one, didn't waste any time and acted first.

    He rushed towards one of the brutes ready to slash, but that was just a bluff. He dropped to the leafy and muddy ground in a sliding motion, right before the legs of one of the orcs, and with his rigid, straightened legs, broke his tibial bone. The creature fell to the ground with an awful yell. Hurin knew he didn't need to worry about him for a while. Two large orcs jumped to him and slashed madly. But the nimble man evaded both blows thanks to the quick movement of his feet and responded with a quick uppercut slash aimed at the orc on the left. The orc screamed, dropped to his knees, and with both hands squeezing his neck tried to stop the sudden bleeding. But it was a clean and deadly cut, and Hurin knew it. He didn't even put much force into it, preserving his strength. The other orc now charged into Hurin and knocked him down, his plan being to overpower the man with his great weight. But Hurin made the slightest of correction to his body stance during the impact, barely noticeable to the eye, which prevented the big uruk from pinning the man down. Both opponents, being now on the ground, rushed to their feet, but Hurin was faster. He pulled out his short knife and plunged it deep into the orc's skull. One enemy was left standing. Hurin turned to him and at that moment saw an arrow being released at him. The last orc was not idle in all this commotion. He pulled out his little bow and fitted an arrow, but could not find a good angle to shoot. Now seeing his chance he acted upon it, but again, this was no ordinary man... Hurin still holding his long sword made a lightning fast, sweeping motion to the right, deflecting the arrow aside. He rushed to the bewildered orc and beheaded him with one final strike. The head hit the ground and tumbled away from the rest of the body. The uruk with the broken bone was still squealing behind him. He walked up to him, pointed his sword downwards, and he thrust hard. That was the end of it.

    Hurin had made it, but found himself totally alone...


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    Thingol read the reports telling him of the advance of the wolfs , bats and other fell things that had assaulted the settlement of nargothrond to the south, and their advance northwards to the edge of doriaths forest. Passing by the giant hill on Amon Rudh {Bar-en-Nibin-noeg, the "House of the Petty Dwarves" - covered #103 p6 ] , they marched to the edge of the forest , bringing siege to the small settlement of Methed ed glad at the western end of the kingdom of Doriath. The settlement was quite busy , as on the border, the town was filled with both elfs of doriath and those men of haldad , who had come to trade , and exchange goods and knowledge between the two races.



    Thingol summoned another commander of his armies , and ordered that a new force be sent to relief the town , but was told , that it would take time to essemble the troops , as most of his armies were scattered heither and thither both in a small expeditionary force to help the dwarfs to the east, and the main army to the north , against the spiders nest. Thingol unimpressed at the delay in such matter, told the clerk in no uncertain terms, that a force would be made readied to combat the darkness or else the offical would be in the front ranks himself , to combat the shadow.

    Thus chastised the scribe told the king , that a force could be essembled at Esgalduin , which could march out in the next season could be achieved ,and that this would be, the best the elfs of Doriath could mount , and slightly mollified at a solution , that would take time ,and would result in the deaths of men and elfs on the outskirts of the forest , but at least , the darkness would be countered , and perhaps there's and nagrothronds settlement would be returned to there orginal owners in time and the peoples of beleriand would again return to these settlements.

    To the far north , the valiant peoples of gondolin had smashed the lair of Ungoliant , forever destroying that threat, but another threat of a lesser spider , shelob remained to the east, with again the possiblity of inacting a march northwards to recover the lands of the men of beor, but the evil to the north had left , the settlement guarding the pass undefended , and the elfs of doriath feared this was just a invitation to move to the north , only to be trapped by the dragons of the north.

    In these circumstances , the commander on the spot , decided on the lesser evil , and marched eastwards towards shelob, dismissing the dragons trap to the north , and if they wanted to stop the destruction of the spiders that had been a threat to the forest , then it would be upto this force of dragons to move south and stop him.


    With the departure of Beren , Melian had fallen into a deep melchonic mood, and thingol had been loath , to approach her , after she had reproached him for his act of the quest of beren . She had received a vision of what was to come , and knew that the involvement of Beren , Thingol and the peoples of Doriath would be placing them in the doom of mandros , and involving themselves with the sons of Feanor , and this would not end well. Thingol had rebuked his queen , saying that he had only issued such a quest to dissuade the impotent Beren , saying that he was sure he would give up the quest or die at the hands of the melkor in the north, and that either fate , would protect his people , and his daughter from the very real peril that Beren would bring from the marriage. Was he {Beren} not a major player against melkor , sauron and gothmog in the north?, with the reknown he{Beren} had won, slaying all those foul beasts , and there would be sure to be repercussions to his people , if the marriage to his daughter took place to such a man , and after all , he reiterated , he was just a mere man after all , such a marriage was below the daughter of Thingol and Melian.


    Melian after his final words, had left their chambers in a rage, for had'nt she a maia , married below herself to thingol if such a thing was to be measured , and wasnt true love , such a thing to be admired and promoted the main point of such unions?, wasnt there own union , the same situation , that they had to overcame with its own differicults and this wasn't any different to the troubles of there own daughter? Was'nt Thingol just blind to events that were transpiring around the lands, to push such acts of pride and malice onto Beren and there own daughter..and were not acts, done in this vein , sure to come back and to bring there own punishments back on the sender?

    She remembered back in the quieter days when she had become friend and tutor , to a young female elf of feanor called Galadriel who She had eventually questioned on how and why the Noldor had returned, upon which Galadriel told her only some of the story. Therefore she was the first to gleam the truth, perceiving more than Galadriel was willing to tell [about the kinslaying and other dark deeds], and she warned Thingol against dealing with the sons of Fëanor.

    Galadriel despite her withholding some of the history of the noldor , she had become firm friends with Melian , and the Maia taught the elflady many things, including the way of making lembas bread which was a feat taught to her in turn by Yavanna [a maia & kin to melian]. Galadriel still visited from time to time living mostly with her brother Finrod Felagund at Nargothrond and on occasion at the court of Thingol and Melian in Doriath and it was in this manner she met Celeborn, a kinsman of Thingol, in Doriath.{but that is perhaps another story }

    Thingol thou was still a problem that needed to be solved and he had listened to her in the past , like he did when she advised him to ally with the Dwarves of Belegost, who helped carved the caverns of Menegroth for him and as thanks in payment he had sent the dwarfs , along with many other things, the great pearl Nimphelos.

    She sighed, knowing that she would forgive her husband in time , but for now, she needed some time alone for herself , so she moved away from the elven court, paying visit to some of the woods, she loved, to calm her own thoughts and fears..


    {Note I plan to divide my turn and RP into three segments to better divide each part of the RP- so this is part 1/3}

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    Tales of Beren
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    With the accompanyment of finrod and his fellow elfs, and the ambush of the orcs , and with the magic of finrod, and the clothing of the orcs, their movement into enemy held lands went well , with little problems. Beren's mood mellowed , and he even began to think such a task was indeed possible , and that he would return to Doriath and his Luthien with the jewel , to the aclaim of all.


    The time in travel went well, with finrod, being of a easy mood, and the small company had to keep themselfs from laughing , from the many stories that finrod, told on their journey keeping spirits of the small company high , and lightening there mood .It was in such company that the fellowship moved easily in these dark lands ,passing by many of the other orc patrols, who just grunted and nodded at what they saw as there fellow orcs. There was a few confrontations with a few orc bands but Finrod , with his disguise and magic intact made a passable impression of a orc commander, which seemed to fool most of these dark beasts.

    The only difference was perhaps on the last orc patrol they faced which had somesort of foul upright beast, part wolf and part evil spirit which seemed to lurk behind the orc commander, making no word or taking any action , only listening to the words of the orc commander , and making some sniffing noises .Finrod finished the brief conversation explaining there presence , before the orc company which contained the beast ambled off on its patrol skirting around the edges of the river sidion.

    The lands however had been dispoiled by the dark works of sauron who had wasted no time , in making the tower which was previously Minas Tirith on the island of Tol Sirion which had been built by finrod himself, [again Finrod knew the ground well] to police the pass of sidion against the threat to the south, his own . Sauron had wasted no time however , using this most precious of structures for his own devices ,corrupting all things nearby and instead made it a watchplace of Melkor to overlook the south , against the elfs of feanor , and provided him a headquarters for himself and his own creatures.

    Some of these creatures he now managed, were fierce werewolves which were were servants of Morgoth, bred from wolves and inhabited by dreadful spirits (fallen lesser Maiar or the fëar [souls] of orcs) imprisoned in these wolfish forms by Sauron. A pail mist always seemed to start the day now in these parts, and the vegetation seemed to regress from the area , as the pail mist seemed to suck the very light and strength out of the surronding area.

    Trees began to wilt , and the water, had become dark and murky , and foul cries filled the nights, as the party travelled along , as if souls had been tormented and left to dwell in the very air. The climate seemed a little darker, from what it seemed to be a semi permenate cloud of what could have been ash , which suspended itselfs over the terrain, which stayed and didnt move no matter the strenght of the wind , making the climate cold and rather inhospitable.



    It was this vein after spending a night in a nearby grove of trees which seemed to be slowly wilting, they spent the night regailed with some light songs from the elfs , that the small party of companions , refreshed from a good nights rest [although some of the elfs didnt need it] took upon one of the more perilous parts of the journey , as they sought to pass the previously named fair isle of Tol Sirion which had became accursed, and it was now called Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the Isle of Werewolves.

    No living creature could pass through that vale that Sauron did not espy from the tower where he sat from its dark tower [sounds familiar for those with a tower fetish }The party moved slowly and carefully thoughout the rest of the day, but when they had nearly passed the tower, a large orc and werewolf company surrounded the group and the orc commander moved the party near to the river, where a image shimmered in the air, forming the rough spiritform of sauron himself.

    Sauron , still in his seat of power, at Tol-in-Gaurhoth had been given the honour of securing this pass, by his master, and he had received various reports from orcs and werewolves that a small party of orcs was moving northwards , and didnt have any particular orders or objective , that he and the others creatures could fathom. Such a aboration had to be investigated, for he would appear remise if he didnt ..and he didnt want to be displined by melkor for failing his duty. Thus he commanded his lesser captains to surround the small group whilst he appeared in spirit form to inspect this matter.

    As his form hovered over the river, in the dim light of ending of the day, he could feel the effect of somesort of glamour magic obsuring what appeared just to be a small company of orcs. Indeed it seemed to be a magic of concealment and this would need further investigation. He began to sing , a song of unmaking , to rend the magic from the orcs in front of him , so that all could be made clear, when one of the orks stepped forth , and likewise began to counter his move with a magic song of his own , and a contest of wills took place, as Sauron and the orc in front of him contested with the very power of there own magical power in the form of song against each other.



    Thus befell the contest of Sauron and Felagund which is renowned. For Felagund strove with Sauron in songs of power, and the power of the King was very great; but Sauron had the mastery, as is told in the Lay of Leithian:-

    He chanted a song of wizardry,
    Of piercing, opening, of treachery,
    Revealing, uncovering, betraying.
    Then sudden Felagund there swaying
    Sang in answer a song of staying,
    Resisting, battling against power,
    Of secrets kept, strength like a tower,
    And trust unbroken, freedom, escape;
    Of changing and of shifting shape,
    Of snares eluded, broken traps,
    The prison opening, the chain that snaps.
    Backwards and forwards swayed their song.
    Reeling and foundering, as ever more strong
    The chanting swelled, Felagund fought,
    And all the magic and miht he brought
    Of Elvenesse into his words.
    Softly in the gloom they heard the birds
    Singing afar in Nargothrond,
    The sighing of the sea beyond,
    Beyond the western world, on sand,
    On sand of pearls in Elvenland.
    Then the gloom gathered; darkness growing
    In Valinor, the red blood flowing
    Beside the Sea, where the Noldor slew
    The Foamriders, and stealing drew
    Their white ships with their white sails
    From lamplit havens. The wind wails,
    The wolf howls. The ravens flee.
    The ice mutters in the mouths of the Sea.
    The captives sad in Angband mourn.
    Thunder rumbles, the fires burn –
    And Finrod fell before the throne.

    Then Sauron stripped from them their disguise, and they stood before him naked and afraid. But though their kinds were revealed, Sauron could not discover their names or their purposes.”
    Of Beren and Luthien, QS, pg. 170-171, The Silmarillion.

    The magics and struggle of finrod and Sauron was great indeed , but although finrod , held his own , in the contest of Strength , the maia of darkness that followed melkor as one of second in command had endurance far beyond his limits. The will of the maia was great indeed, and soon Finrod , was forced to his knee's, against the might of Sauron, and the illusion was dispelled for the group of elfs and beren.The orcs jumped backwards in fright at the sudden appearance of a hero of men , and clearly a elflords of some statue appearing in the midst with a strong company of elven followers but the werewolfves were little phased by the presence of such heros and pounced upon the group.



    Drawing there weapons the small company sought to escape the situation they were in , with Finrod leading the way , the elfven blades glowing blue in the shade of the lack of light. His blade lashed out twice felling two of the orcs, as he leapt forward with a cry , and the companions responded, Beren surprisingly quick for human was second behind the mighty elfven lord as he began to cleave his way to victory felling orc after orc , and it seemed none could stand against his blade. Beren although not as skilled as elf-lord had battle experience of his own , and although he didn't have the strength or speed of a elfven born , his brutal and decisive attacks felled or wounded many a orc. The elven companions quick to follow brought up the rear , as the elf lord and human hero, carved a path , littered with dead orcs , and it was only the intervention of the various werewolves that changed the momentum in the fight.

    Striking from the rear, they pounced upon three of the elven companions driving to them to the ground where the orcs swarmed over the firstborn, robbing them of their weapons and knocking them unconscious . Seeing the problems at the rear , the other elfven companions urged Finrod to hurry his breakthrough , and as the last orc standing between the company and escape was hacked down , it was at the cost of another three elven warriors being taken prisoner as the werewolves began to encircle the party.

    Recovering there bravery at the success's of the werewolves, the orcs surged forward again, as the companions had to decide wether to leave their companions to the orcs or to fight it out for victory. Finrod told the rest of the troop to hold firm , as he believed they couldn't outrun the werewolfs who kept themselves moving [it was hard to work out there numbers] from one side to the other. So the last four elfs with there leader and beren fought back to back , the orcs content to slow the battle down, as there ever growing numbers moved on this position alerted from the battle. At least forty orcs had perished before the rest of werewolfves pounced on the last stand from all sides, scattering the defences. Finrod, his abilities near superhuman felled one werewolf with his sword though its head from the underside, and another he felled with a massive gash to the belly catching the beast unaware , before , he like the others , was felled, and separated from his weapon, as all the party was taken conscious or unconscious as prisoners.

    With Sauron immiting a howl of victory , at the victory of his magics, he ordered the orcs to take the company prisoner and transport them unharmed to Tol-in-Gaurhoth for interrogation , to find out there purposes . From their demeanor and confidence he sensed the mighty human and elfs, were a company of some note, but there names he knew not, and the company refused to tell them to the darklord, as the werewolves and orcs held them in bondage.

    The image of Sauron flicked and disappeared with a swift crisp pop , as it left the battleground , and the orcs shouldered the burden of carrying [or dragging in some cases] there prisoners back ever southwards, back towards the tower. The orcs bounded forward in the night in a rough column of troops escorted by the ever large and present werewolves who ran on the flanks , stopping every now and then with their tongues hanging out and panting at the chance of poucing on a orc disobeying orders. But none of the orcs however, were in the mood to disobey their orders this day however, particulary when there was a chance of spoils at the presentation of somesort of apparant elvenlord to Sauron , and all were expectant at some chance of a reward.


    The orcs made good time , with there ever endurance lopping jog across the dying lands of Sidion , little would challenge the werewolves of these area, knowing that theywere the personal servants of Sauron and all stood to let them pass. The river bridge of Sidion soon came into view, looking slightly wear worn , as the orcs had done nothing to remove the stain of battle and damage the structure had sustained in the mighty battle to conquer this area and cross the river. Likewise Beren looked sideways from the jogging movement of the orcs back that carried him , to see the tower , whose stories he had ever been told in his youth of the said that the mighty white tower of minas tirith that had stood proudly like a beacon , was white no more.

    The tower still stood it was true , but it was grey now ,smudged from the fire, that had assailed it in the fight to take it. Some areas of the wall , were almost black , damaged beyond repair , from dragonfire or some other foul magic , beren could only guess ,but the rest of the once proud structure was almost a ruin. Some parts of the structure were in blocken without walls , no windows existed for most of the structure with only some of it , looked to be made good to best the orcs could do , probably implemented to make living a little better for Sauron and those creatures worthy of rank within the army of melkor.

    As the orc guards slowed there jogging movement , as they began to stop to take breath , as the front runners confronted the orc guards of the bridge, Beren's vision began to blur under the strain his body was under.Calls from his compainions began to fade into the background, as his sight and hearing left him , as he fell into unconsciousness as fatigue from the fight and flight caught up with his battered body.

    He awoke slowly finding himself in a dark dungeon probably at the bottom of the tower , with finrod and his companions scattered all around, all in chains. Most were looking more than a little worse for wear, but Finrod, looked the worst of all.

    One of the elfven companions, Laerornor, nearest beren explained that Sauron had visited them in the night , after they had been chained up and the orc group had been rewarded. Sauron had focused his will most intently upon Finrod, knowing that his will and appearance , had the look of one of the most important elfven lords but dispite the magical combat and the hardship , Finrod , would not yield , and refused to give his name , or his objective despite all the attention , Sauron threw at him .

    Frustrated and more than a little weakened from his efforts, he turned his will upon the elfven companions but all were fiercly loyal to Finrod, and they likewise would not give out any information or break, despite any of the torture the orcs inflicted upon them. Frustrated , weakened, and angry at the resistance , that he was receiving from the first born , Sauron , left in a rage, leaving the matter in the hands of his servants , the werewolves.

    They had [the elf stated] started a new form of torture , where the werewolves , would approach in the darkness of the dungeon , picking off one of the companions and tearing him limb from limb in front of the other companions. Two had already been killed and their bodies taken away for food for the foul beasts to feast upon the remains. The werewolf would then ask in a grating voice, that the next elf, better yield some information that its master, Sauron desired , lest one of them be next on the menu.



    Suddenly a pair of giant yellow eyes appeared out of the darkness of the dungeon , blinking a few times at the groaning companions , and then there was a whisper from a dark rasping tongue.

    "Issss any ready to save there lives?.....and teeelll ooouurr lord Sauron , what he wishes to know?" , said the deep rasping voice which dripped with menace.

    "Auta miqula orqu!" {trans :Go kiss a orc!} , said Laerornor before he spitted at the eyes of the foul creature which hid in the shadows.

    Suddenly the snout of the werewolf came into view , in the small angle of light that remained in the dungeon, as the rest of the eyes still remained in the shadows, as the eyes seemed to narrow , before with incredible quickness , the werewolf bounded out of the darkness , unto Laerornor body and began to rip and rend the life out of the valiant elf, as his screams filled the dark and damp cells beneath the tower....

    {This was supposed to be done from the evil factions , but with there lack of doing so , i added my effort here to complete the story, as it progresses - pt2/3}
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    Back in time a little within doriath , Luthien felt the cold dread of despair , at the leaving of Beren, in his quest and many times she asked of her father , Thingol to let her go , so that she could rejoin with Beren in his quest but in every attempt , Thingol blocked her efforts.



    It was in this vein , that she awoke in a cold sweat, seeing in her dreams , that Beren was held prisoner in some hellish pit and being tormented by the lord of wolves. Panicked in the extreme , about such a nightmare, she took little time , in searching out for her mother , who languished in her personal gardens away from the king, to the eastern part of the lands.

    Accompanied by her friend, the gallant Daeron who was King Thingol's loremaster and minstrel, the two rode quickly to find Melian , to seek her guidance in what Luthien saw as perhaps a vision. Finding the queen and asking Daeron to stand with the horses, Luthien pressed her mother hard, asking about her nightmare and was upset at her mothers disposition when she confronted her. Her mother paced backwards and forwards, turning her head this way and that , as if trying to avoid answering her daughter, whose tear stained face confronted her causing her much distress about what she should do. With all the emotions of the two females in full conflict, one in deep pain for her beloved , and the other in fear, of what her knowledge would drive her daughter to do , little did they see the figure of Daeron , a little back in the garden overhearing there conversation.

    Finally the queen , Melian could not withhold her pain any longer, and perhaps forseeing the destiny , that Luthien would bear, nodded her head, in the knowledge, that she to give her daughter what aid she could, and told her that she too had seen a vision that Beren had been captured and dwelt in the isles of werewolves and was in extreme peril.
    With her worse nightmares coming true, Luthien asked her mother for help , and Melian reluctantly advised that Beren was sure to perish if he did'nt receive any help.



    Her mind in turmoil at this new turn of events , luthien left her mother , who still worried for what action her daughter would take , but she was loath , to cage her free will , knowing that it would perhaps cost her the love and respect of her only daughter.

    Riding quickly back to Menegroth , with Daeron , Luthien returned and prepared to make ready for her journey to help Beren without asking the king for her leave, which she knew he would not give. Asking only Daeron , who had experienced the world outside of Doraith what advice and what items she should take, the wise elf, advised her to travel with at least somesort of guards at her back , which she refused for fear of the king hearing about it. With his first ideas refused, Daeron made some practical suggestions that would serve, and in response to his suggestions, luthien disappeared into the depths of the elfven town to procure the items for her journey.

    But Daeron could'nt stand the harm that Luthien was sure to face in the world outside of Doriath , which was now more than ever filled with conflict. He himself , had loved Luthien from afar, for many years , creating songs, and brightening her days with his songs and melodies , but she noticed him little, and a spike of jealousy with fear of losing Luthien , moved him , that he found his own feet , had moved him outside the doors of the king , which with some reluctance he entered and told all too.

    Thingol moved quickly summoning the household guard to seal the exits to Menegroth , and the city was searched and his wayworn daughter was found , and locked in her room for a time ,whilst a treehouse was made as a proper prison in the branches of Hirilorn , the great tree that overlooked the gates of Menegroth to prevent her from leaving, to risk her life for beren.

    Luthien however was not dismayed at her imprisonment , and was not without power of her own , being of descent from a mighty elflord and a maia. She grew her hair long , and wove for herself two items to help herself escape .One was a dress out of her own hair, which contained magical properties , that all who looked upon it , would fall asleep under its spell for she had no wish to fight her way out of Doraith against all of the kings followers and the other being a rope made out of her hair.



    Once these two items were made, she quickly choose a night , were unexpected she used the rope of hair , to depart her prison , to escape and moved to travel to Berens rescue. Being a daughter of both elf and maia , her travel through the wood, was at a speed, that none could catch, woods that would stand in the way , of any man or a dwarfs travel, partied easily for the child of the forest, making her journey ever easier , as she moved with more than elven endurance in her haste, to saved her loved one, from the despair and imprisonment he was under.

    Travelling light, she exited the forest of Doriath for the first time , and looked upon the plains of Taleth Dirnen {the guarded plains} in wonderment and fear . There had been many times that she had come close to leaving the forest, but this was the first time, she would be leaving the safety of the lands of her people and stepping outside into the world , were so much conflict was happening.

    The plain was both a worry and a blessing , and she found herself scared at the lack of cover, and concealment the plains provided ,and indeed the horizon seemed so different without the lack of trees as it went on forever , without much of anything , even the lack of settlements and people. It was in these thoughts , that a figure , came bounding out towards her on the horizon.

    A great beast, which she first worried had the frame of a great wolf, and she was momentary taken aback , worrying that the lords of wolves had predicted her action and sent one of there own to deal with her.But as the figure came closer, it appeared to be a giant shaggy dog or wolfhound of enormous size, and statue. The great beast, bound up to the elven maiden looking up to her with its giant glistening eyes and licked her face as she bent down to pat it. In the face of this giant innocent animal that offered her comfort with its very human emotions as it rubbed itself against her, sensing her distress, she grasped it tight, and began to weep at her troubles into its great coat, as she appeared lost in the world, with little allies and with a seemingly impossible task to prevent the death of her beloved...


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    Methed-en-glad

    Methed-en-glad was a stronghold that was established at the edge of the forest south of the Crossings of Taeglin during the brief existence of Dor-Cúarthol, when Túrin and Beleg lived on Amon Rűdh. It was kept by previously leaderless Men and Elves who had been dispossessed through battle and defeat. From the stronghold there was a view to the south to Amon Rűdh, to and from which signals could pass for tidings and commands.

    Methed-en-glad is a Sindarin name meaning "the End of the Wood".

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    Nimphelos



    Nimphelos was a huge pearl said to have been the size of a dove's egg (that is, an inch or more in diameter) that was found along the shores of the Isle of Balar by the Falathrim. Círdan gave it, along with many lesser pearls, to his friend and ally Thingol. When Thingol called on the Dwarves of Belegost to aid in the building of Menegroth, Nimphelos was among the rewards he gave them, and the Lord of Belegost was said to have prized the pearl over a mountain of wealth

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    Werewolves

    The werewolves of Middle-earth were not shape-shifters, and were always in the form of great beasts. The fangs of Carcharoth were venomous, though it is not known if all werewolves had venomous fangs.Werewolves are similar to wolves and wargs, and were quite large even compared to wargs. Known to be stronger and faster than the famous warg race, they were also as intelligent as a mortal man, which made them capable of negotiating and communicating with others. Thus they were able to speak the Black Speech, Westron, and the Elvish languages.

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    Daeron



    Daeron was born in Middle-earth at some undetermined time. Following the folk of Elwë, he became an important elf close to King Thingol, serving as his loremaster and minstrel. He devised the Cirth (familiarly known as Runes), which would later become an important writing form.

    When Fingolfin, King of the Noldor, held his great feast [Mereth Aderthad] near the Pools of Ivrin only two came out of Doriath to attend, Daeron and Mablung, sent by King Thingol as messengers.

    He loved Thingol's daughter, Lúthien, more than anything, devising music in her honor and often played it while she danced. However, she did not return his affections. Twenty years after the Return of the Ńoldor, he attended the Mereth Aderthad with his kinsman Mablung bearing gifts and greetings to the Ńoldor from the King of Doriath. Hundreds of years later when Beren came to Doriath, Lúthien and Beren fell in love, though they kept it secret from Thingol, knowing he would not approve of his daughter promising herself to a mortal. However, Daeron's jealousy of their love for each other caused him to spy on them both and report what he saw and heard to Thingol.

    Later, when Lúthien learned that Sauron had imprisoned Beren, she sought Daeron's counsel but he betrayed her to the king, causing her to be imprisoned in Hírilorn. After she had escaped and went away to find Beren and was feared to be lost, Daeron repented his previous deeds and left Doriath to search for her in vain. He never did find her and never returned to Doriath either, passing over the Ered Luin into the East where he apparently dwelt long after.

    His invention of the Cirth provided an alphabet of runes that the Dwarves adopted in their writings and spread throughout Middle-earth, passing them down from age to age. These runes would later become the script used in Moria and were known as Daeron's Runes.

    Daeron is mentioned as one of the greatest minstrels of all the Children of Ilúvatar, and only Maglor son of Fëanor is said to come close to his skill. Also in the Lay of Leithian there is named one called Tinfang Gelion who is counted among the three great minstrels, along with Maglor and Daeron.

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    Hirilorn

    Hírilorn was an immense beech-tree that grew over the gates of Menegroth, the underground city of King Thingol. The tree was originally named Neldor, meaning "Triple-tree", because of its three massive trunks.

    During the time of the Quest for the Silmaril, Thingol feared his daughter Lúthien would risk her life to seek out her love Beren and help him in his quest. He had a house built among the branches of the great beech and imprisoned Lúthien there. Because of this the tree was then called Hírilorn, meaning "Tree of the Lady" in Sindarin, though it did not hold Lúthien for long. Using her magical arts, she escaped from Hírilorn and set out to aid Beren, eventually helping him recover a Silmaril from Morgoth's Iron Crown.

    Just as the Quest for the Silmaril began near Hírilorn the quest ended there as well. During the Hunting of the Wolf, Beren received a mortal wound from Carcharoth and died in Lúthien's arms beneath the branches of the Tree of the Lady.When Túrin was seventeen years old news from Dor-lómin ceased due to the vigilance of the servants of Morgoth. Túrin went looking for King Thingol to ask for mail, sword, and shield; he found the king with Melian sitting under Hírilorn. There they advised him and his wish for arms was granted.


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    lembas bread



    It is said by the Eldar that the art of preparing the lembas came from the Vala Yavanna as far back to the Elves’ Great Journey to Aman, when she brought to them a special corn grown on her fields there. These traditions were passed on throughout the long ages from house to house of the High Elves.

    Melian, the Queen of Doriath, was the Maia who originally held its recipe. In the First Age, she once bequeathed some lembas to Beleg Strongbow for his assistance in seeking and locating Túrin for her and King Thingol. Once Beleriand sank under the Sea and Doriath with it in FA 587, possession of Lembas was eventually passed on to Galadriel, in Lothlórien, and other Elves.

    In the late Third Age, Galadriel gave a large store of it to the Fellowship of the Ring upon its departure from Lothlórien. One of the elves commented "[...] we call it lembas or waybread, and it is more strengthening than any food by men, and it is more pleasant than cram, by all accounts." Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee subsisted on it through the majority of their journey from the Anduin River to Mordor.

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    Yavanna



    Beginning in the Years of the Lamps during the Spring of Arda, she planted and caused to grow the first growing things of the world (trees and plants), which she had long prepared. At first, just as every other thing in the world that the Valar nurtured and cared for, these things prospered and thrived for a time. Melkor, however, had his own plans and they involved taking the world from his brethren and ruling it for himself. From his great fortress of Utumno in the far north, he sent forth his poisons into the veins of the world blighting the Spring of Arda. Then the things of Yavanna fell sick and rotted and soon after Melkor assaulted and destroyed the Two Lamps, breaking the world.

    Afterwards, the Valar relocated to the continent of Aman where they created the Two Trees - the only light in the whole world at that time. Middle-earth was left in darkness, and the living things that survived were put into a great sleep by Yavanna until the rise of the Sun and the Moon many thousands of years later.

    After Eru allowed Aulë's creations, the Dwarves, to survive, Yavanna feared that they would cut down all the trees in Middle-earth. Eru answered her plea by creating the Ents to protect and shepherd the trees.

    In the Song of the Ainur, Yavanna sang of branches of great trees that would receive the rain of Manwë and Ulmo, and some trees sang to Ilúvatar. This is said to be the conception of the Shepherds of the Trees. Her thought also met with Manwe's, setting the arrival of the Great Eagles.

    In the beginning of days, Yavanna planted the first seeds of Arda and watched over the Olvar and all growing things. As Morgoth was corrupting her beloved creatures, she contended with him and supported all the plans against him. After his expulsion from Arda she planted the seeds that she had long devised and life came to Middle-earth during the Spring of Arda, although in the beginning no flowers bloomed. When the Two Lamps were destroyed much of the life on Middle-earth slumbered in the Sleep of Yavanna that lasted until the rising of the Moon and the Sun.

    After the destruction of the Two Lamps the Valar withdrew to Aman and created Valinor. Upon the green mound of Ezellohar, Yavanna sat and sang while the other Valar sat and listened. Her song, with the aid of the tears of Nienna brought forth the Two Trees, her greatest creation, which gave light to the land. However, Yavanna did not forsake the Outer Lands; at times she would come there and heal the hurts of Morgoth and urged the other Valar to wage war on him before the Awakening of the Elves.
    After Eru allowed Aulë's creations, the Dwarves, to survive, Yavanna feared that they would cut down all the trees in Middle-earth. Aulë, in reply, told her that even Elves and Men, the true Children of Ilúvatar would have need of her trees as well. Yavanna lamented to Manwë, questioning whether anything she had made would be free from the dominion of others. Manwë brought her concerns before Ilúvatar in prayer, and Eru did indeed have pity upon Yavanna: He answered her plea by creating the Ents to protect the trees.

    When the Elves built Tirion upon Tol Eressëa Yavanna fashioned the tree Galathilion, a lesser image of Telperion, for the court beneath the Mindon.After the destruction of the Two Trees Yavanna examined their remains and told the other Valar that if she could use the light of the Silmarils she could heal them. This light she was denied by the will of Fëanor. Doing what she and Nienna could, they managed to bring forth one silver flower from Telperion and one golden fruit from Laurelin. She gave these to her husband Aulë, who fashioned vessels for them and thus created the Moon and the Sun.

    For the Men who had stood with the Valar in the War of Wrath the land of Andor was raised by Ossë, established by Aulë, and enriched by Yavanna. When the Edain came to this island they created the realm of Númenor. In the later centuries, when the Valar decided to send emissaries to the mortal lands, Yavanna begged the Maia Curumo to take her servant, Aiwendil, with him.

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    Empty settlement taken.

    House of Beor will have its settlements returned next turn.

    No RP from me this turn sorry.

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    Nargothrond and the House of Bëor



    The meeting between Huan and Lúthien was a happy one but Huan came not alone. His master Celegorm and his brother Curufin had been hunting wolves, sent forth from Tol-in-Gaurhoth, across the Talath Dírnen. The Noldorin princes had taken the field with their great hounds to hunt Sauron's foul creatures and perhaps hear something about Finrod's fate. The greatest of these wolfhounds was Huan and his master was Celegorm. Ever loyal, Huan brought Lúthien back to the Sons of Fëanors who had made their camp on the western borders of Doriath. Lúthien, seeing they were mighty princes' of the Noldor revealed herself and cast down her cloak and confided in them of her plight. Little did Lúthien knew that Celegorm already knew of Beren's quest and he did nothing to illuminate her of the fact. She brought news of the capture of Beren's party and this turned the brothers' will for worse. It was certain now that Finrod would not return to retake his kingship being imprisoned on the Isle of Werewolves. Deeming the King beyond hope they meant to leave Finrod to his fate and started plotting. The Sons of Fëanor devised a plan to take over control in Nargothrond from the weak Orodreth and become once more mighty among the Noldor princes. Celegorm became enamoured with Lúthien, being the fairest of the Children of Illúvatar, and decided he would marry her furthering his influence and power in Beleriand. Celegorm spoke fairly to Lúthien and ensured she would find support if only she come with him to Nargothrond. Lúthien, alone, without aid and without the thought of possible betrayal in her mind, accepted the galant Noldorin prince's offer. She soon realised she was nothing more than a prisoner, an asset for the Fëanorians to use, to force Thingol in giving her hand to Celegorm in marriage. Back in Nargorthrond Celegorm and Curufin swiftly put their plan in action and started wresting control from Orodreth, who could only watch with sorrowful eyes how his people could be swayed by the flamboyant sons of Fëanor. Lúthien's cloak was taken from her and she was not permitted to see anyone but the sons of Fëanor. For all their cunning they had not taken account of someone. Huan. Huan was true of heart and sensed evil had come over his master, springing forth from the Oath. Huan was not of Middle-Earth but from Aman, the land of the Valar. Huan had been one the hunting wolf-hounds of Oromë, the Valar of the Hunt, who had given him to Celegorm as a gift. (Fun fact: Celegorm was one of the few Noldor who had sought the friendship and knowledge of Oromë while most of his folk saught teaching by Aulë the Smith.) Huan had followed his master into exile thus binding himself to the Doom of the Noldor. It was doomed that he would die in Middle-Earth but not before he had encountered the mightiest wolf that had ever lived. Who or what Huan is, is difficult to say but he is intelligent and can understand the tongues of all things that speak. It was also said that he could only speak thrice before he would meet his doom. Now Huan had come to love Lúthien and many days he would visit her and guard her door at night. Lúthien often spoke to Huan, pouring out her heart and worries, telling of Beren and his love for all free living creatures. Huan grieved for Lúthien and for the first time he betrayed his master's trust and devised a plan to help Lúthien escape from Nargothrond and it was here he spoke for the first time in words.

    “Follow me Lúthien, daughter of Melian, I shall lead you through secret paths out this underground fortress. I shall carry you across the Talath Dírnen to your great love Beren and together we shall brave the storm that awaits us.”

    Huan had brought her magic cloak and together they snuck out of Nargothrond. Once upon the Guarded Plain, Lúthien mounted Huan like Orcs would sometimes mount wolves and they made haste to Tol-in-Gaurhoth where Beren and Finrod languished.


    In order from left to right: Curufin, Celegorm, Huan


    One by one Finrod's companions were devoured by the werewolves yet none betrayed their Lord nor the quest, steadfast in their loyalty to Finrod and in defiance against the Dark Lord. By the end only Beren and Finrod remained, wounded, malnourished and shaken. Silence had returned to the room as the wolves had retreated once more. It was apparent to Sauron that Finrod was a Noldo of great power and would probably hold the key to this mystery. With this wisdom in mind he decided to keep Finrod as last. It was thus that Sauron finally sent his wolves back for Beren. The door creaked open and the fierce yellow eyes returned, blood still dripping from its snout. It did not bother to taunt the prisoners or even try and gather the information its master needed. The entire party was already dead and none had spilled their secret. It was time to end this. As it slowly crept towards Beren Finrod burst from his bonds, breaking the shackles binding his hands and feet. With a great leap he jumped on the wolf and worked it to the ground. Finrod, having no weapons of his own, used everything nature had given him, hands, feet, nails and even his teeth. Rolling over the floor, Beren could only watch how his friend fought for his life and that for Berens. The wolf had come for him yet Finrod had sprung forth in his defence. The werewolf grunted and snarled as the Elven King tried to strangle the great beast. The wolf sank its claws and teeth into Finrod's sides but the King did not stop his attack. With a pitiful high-pitched howl the werewolf fell to Finrod who himself staggered backward and sagged down, his tunic bloadsoaked. Finrod sat slumped against the wall, his eyes distant and his breathing shallow. He turned his grey eyes on Beren and a weak smile appeared on his face.

    “It seems I have found my end at last.” he said through ragged breaths. “I hear Mandos calling me and I fear it will be long before I am seen again among the Eldar.” Finrod swallowed heavily and sighed.

    “It is likely we will not meet again Beren, son of Barahir, not even in death for the fates of the Eldar and the Atani are sundered.” Finrod led out a chuckle which couldn't be more in contrast to their situation.

    “Ironic that I should die in the very stronghold I built against this evil.”

    It gladdened Beren's heart nonetheless to hear something so pure and heartfelt even if he was imprisoned in a dark, dank hole with his inevitable death before him. He produced a weak smile and looked at his dying friend who seemed lost in thought.

    “Perhaps we were foolish to defy the Valar. Perhaps they were right.” he said softly, his face a mixture of weariness and sorrow.

    His eyes shot back at Beren and he smiled again.

    “Farewell my friend.”

    And so died Finrod Felagund, fairest and most beloved of the Noldor, redeeming his oath and Beren mourned, filled with despair.


    Finrod fights the werewolf


    Beren:
    Thus he died
    Nom the Wise
    Lord of the caves and friend of man
    Fair, and noble
    Most beloved of the Noldor race
    Paid the price, he redeemed the oath
    Farewell my friend, farewell


    Author's note

    Took Ennyn-en-Sirion from the beasts of the night.

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    rp tommorow im very busy with uni work last 30 days so i may ask one of you to tempararily take over but i will see whgat i can do https://www.mediafire.com/file/0tcjzxibo5f9p3g/QS_Laegrim_9.sav/file


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    Desperate times. There is no great military leader, no superior strategist who can devise a master stroke to win this war at once. Instead, the peace-loving Laegrim must make do with a leader and his ton with only nominal experience in war. High Chieftain Guorwe feels a heavy weight upon his shoulders. But he deliberates, he listens to the counsel of his subordinates, and he deliberates some more. Finally, he reaches a decision.

    The Elves will not hunker down behind their walls, waiting to be picked off one settlement at a time. Their settlements are too far apart, leaving too much opportunity for clever positioning of the two enemy armies to lead to disaster. Instead, we will hold at the river, which feeds our great forests and serves as the life blood of our people. We hope it will serve as our salvation in this time of our greatest need.

    To the river, men! We will either hold it against he enemy hordes, or perish valiantly in the attempt!

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    The forces of the Angband were on the move again. Reinforcements from the north arriving every day to the ruins of the captured fortresses in the pass of Sirion. In the east, the final stronghold of Ard-Galen itself was now in the sights of Morgoth's forces. Soon Faenor's famed city would burn and all along the northern frontier, Morgoth's armies would march south to lay waste to the world.
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    Fingolfin up!
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    I will write something either later today or tomorrow, incase I don't someone drop me a notification for it.

    Took an elven settlement with the creatures of the night.
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    Fingon - Marach

    While the Noldor under Fingon’s command were reinforcing their strongholds and key outposts, and the men of Hithlum were training new soldiers for the battles to come, Hurin was wandering in the wild lost, hungry, and tired. He managed to escape the band of orcs that attacked his camp, but he was separated from his battalion and knew not what happened to them. As a matter of fact, they were all killed or captured and taken to the Angband, where they were forced to work in cruel conditions in the mines. He wished to return home, to Dor-Lomin, learn what had happened to his family and close ones.

    High up in the air the chief of the noble race of Eagles of Crissaegrim spotted the lonely man. His name was Thorondor. This is strange, he thought, what is this man doing alone in the wild, with orcs and wolves all about? He flew down and spoke to Hurin and learned of the man’s plight. He decided to carry him to the hidden kingdom of Gondolin.

    “Go speak to Turgon. As you know, he is the brother of Fingon, your king in Hithlum. He will advise you and maybe offer help. Farewell! Wherever you fare!”
    “Thank you, Thorondor,” Hurin replied, and added in proper fashion, “may the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.”

    After Thorondor flew away, Hurin went to speak with Turgon, who greeted him with great delight. The elf lord offered Hurin to stay in his land and learn from his people, which the man accepted graciously. He was clothed in the fashion of elf princes and treated likewise. A great bond grew between the man and the elf. Hurin stayed in Gondolin for a long time and was the only man alive to have seen the secret valley of Tumladen…

    [Actually, both Hurin and Huor were carried by the Eagles to Turgon, and saw Gondolin, but since I changed the events a bit earlier, I’ll stick to this narrative.]


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    Doriath up, RP tomorrow - It's late, I'm tired, schoolwork and all the other excuses are quite valid here, take your pick
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    Luthien and Huan made good time , as Huan the hound was full of boundless energy, and the leagues seemed to glide by , one after the other , as the great hound , bounded from foot to foot , the ground moving ever so quickly beneath them , as they entered the area of Tol-in-Gaurhoth over the bridge . All the nearby orcs fled at the approach of the great hound , and he glared at them as they darted out of his reach , as he crossed the bridge and onto the island itself. The land was gloomy and dank in atmosphere , with what it seemed a permanent cloud ,which hovered over the island , and a musty smell was prevalent , as the surrounded lands and water began to spoil without the precious light , to keep its growths alive , its nearby trees and grass dark without food. As the great hound with its rider approached the tower, both felt a slight mental prickle on the air , as if something powerful was probing to see who and what was approaching its domain and both realized their arrival had been spotted by perhaps the ruler of the island.


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    Sauron himself sensed the approach of mighty guests and sent out his magic to ascertain his new guests nature . Perhaps these two could tell him what was going on, with the visitations of mighty elfs and men ,and what had been their purpose. Nearly all of the prisoners had been killed by his werewolves , and only the killing of the one werewolf had kept the last prisoner , a man alive , as most of his werewolves had been hesitate to continue after the heroic act of the last elf, who seemed a mighty lord.


    But the elfven maid , seemed to have the air of being from another elven mighty family and there was the hint of mighty magics within her , but of the hound of the valar was far more interesting and dangerous,but he had heard the tales and rumours of such a beast. It had been said , that of Huan the hound [it could be no other] , that the prophecy had said, that none but the mightiest of wolves could kill the mighty hound , and if that was to be true , perhaps here he could find his death , for his isle of werewolves was certainly the place , he was likely to find them.


    The werewolves also sensing the approach of mighty pray looked at there lord, waiting for a sign , they could attack from their leader, and the paced backwards and forwards in his throne room , their obvious unease at waiting for the signal to attack. Sauron stood up , and lifted his hands and spoke.


    "Let us test the mettle of this Hound of the Valar....You have my permission to bring him low!", replied the darklord , his words echo'ing around the tower and the werewolves howled out there delight at the opportunity of further prey and a chance to prove their might.


    Draugluin the sire of werewolves , sniffed at the air, and glared at the other werewolves , growling at all challengers to be first to exit the tower and such was his superiority and standing over the rest of his brethren , that all bowed there heads before him , and let he , be the first to challenge the great hound and gain victory.


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    Back outside the tower, Luthien had dismounted the hound , and both had heard the great howls of mighty beasts within and the main gateway to the tower slowly opened and the grounds surrounding the tower, seemed to become a little darker , as two great yellow eyes moved from out of its great depths. A giant wolf began to charge out into the light , and lifted its head, howling out a great challenge before bounding forward to be met by the great hound.





    The two beasts circled , moving quicker and quicker as both sought to catch each others behind , to strike at the vulnerable flanks and bring a wounding blow , to slow there opponent.But with a incredible turn of speed , the hound , spun ever quicker , and catching the werewolf in midturn , it pounced upon its forelegs , biting down on its rear leg, and all heard a snap in the air ,as the werewolf's rear leg broke under the mighty jaws of the hound. The wolf tried to stike at the hound after this blow , but it had jumped out of range , and the circling of the two animals began again , but with the werewolf clearly slower and weakened. After a few circles, they both pounced at each other's face , the werewolf driven by its injury into a desperate attack on its opponents face, but underestimated its leap , as the great hound , ducked and swiveled its head, biting down once with a mighty chomp of its jaws on the werewolves neck .


    Luthien keep out of the way of the great fight, not seeing the end, but rather seeing other great werewolves beasts emerging from the great gate and began to take up position around the battle , their great yellow eyes , watching the dying of the first of the werewolves to the great hounds jaws.





    One by one the great werewolves jumped into the fight , each believing themselves to be the great wolf of legend, that it was their fate to bring down the great hound of the valar and one by one they failed. Soon the approach to the great gate of Tol-in-Gaurhoth was littered with the corpses of werewolves, and as the last few began to challenge the great hound , Sauron began to curse his underling's for their ineptness at dealing with his opponents.


    Moving down the tower steps, his form began to shift in a black mist , as he brought his magical transformation powers to bear, changing his form into a great werewolf form , even bigger and greater than those of his followers. Now, the now transformed of Sauron began to pant, it looks like it will be down to him , sauron himself , to bring Huan down low, and Sauron , will make another legend for himself, and be held again high, to his darklord, for bringing down another great beast of the light.


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    Huan began to finish the last of werewolves , when a giant werewolf form began to exit the tower, and its arrival was certainly formidable and Huan and Luthien could'nt not quake a little at its arrival. Its form glimmered with hidden power of the a mighty spirit, and it had the air of death around it. Never the less Huan still stood proudly on his four paws baring the way forward, and howled out his contempt at his opponent , a howl that permeated the grounds of the isles of werewolves sending all orcs and other foul things running for cover.


    His authority challenged , and seeing victory in his own approach and fear in his opponents eyes , the great werewolf that was Sauron , approached ,ever keeping his eyes on the great hound , slowly pacing forward , paw by paw, not giving his opponent any opportunity to seek a avenue to find a advantage. It was in this scenario , that the ever unlooked at elven maid, Luthien , threw her magic cloak over Saurons great beastal face . The cloak also had a spell of blinding enchantment of weariness to all others that wore it other than Luthien , and Sauron was momentary weakened at the sudden attack.


    Huan knowing that he would'nt have another chance of seizing his truly fearsome opponent , jumped around the great cloak covering Saurons face, and struck from the side, his great maw opening and he took the neck of Sauron's form in his great jaws and began to squeeze, cutting off his opponents air supply , twisting it , and forcing his opponents form onto the ground.


    For the first time , perhaps Sauron knew true pain and fear, and began to realize , his werewolf form had been defeated , he began to try to change forms to escape the grasp of the great hound , but seeing the evil spirits attempt to change the outcome of the battle, the hound keep his hold on his neck , and shifted its great weight upon the rest of Sauron's body.





    Suddenly both hound and Sauron looked up , sensing a new power being weaved in the area, as Luthien now summoned her own magic and bought it to bear upon Sauron . Her form grew white illuminating all the nearby darkness , and with horror Sauron , found himself being burnt from the light of the maia that seemed to be emitting from this female elf. Fear began to hit him , that he had severely underestimated his foe, and particularly this quiet elfven women , who seemed to have hidden power to even rival his own, but his form , was held still by the might of the great mawl and weight of the hound , that held him down.




    "Submit!" , cried Luthien , directing some of the light at Sauron , who cried out in pain at her light.


    "Never!" , said Sauron , and continued to struggle ever further to permit a escape.


    "Submit!" cried Luthien again , her form growing ever brighter , making it harder to even look at her , and even Huan gave a slight whimper as the mere sight of her frame, began to hurt his eyes. Sauron screamed , never had he suffered such pains, and huan gave his throat a slight squeeze , making sauron fear for his mortality and his mouth began to mumble the words, that would give her mastery of the tower and its surrounding lands to this frightening elf woman .




    At the finish of his spell giving mastery of the tower and lands to Luthien , she began to close off her power, and the light began to fade, and the great hound , release the dark spirit of Sauron , who took the form of a vampire , and flew off to the north towards Taur-nu-Fuin, screaming out his pain , fear and hope of future vengeance. Some of the tower , began to crumble further , the power of Sauron fleeing from its roots , but not all fell , as not all of the building that had been built from elven hands , had not been fully corrupted.


    The dark cloud overhead , began to disperse, and orcs and other foul things , that had taken root within the tower and in its surrounding began to flee, horrified , at seeing their master fleeing [or feeling his power depart] and the sight of the light , bought fear to their poorly adapted eyes. But Luthien and Huan had little time for such things in their eagernessto enter the tower, seeking for signs of hope within its grounds.





    It took some time , to find the battered and desperate form of Beren , on his last legs within the dungeon , with the remains of the still body of Finrod still remaining on the cold stone floor , on the building he had made and Luthen lifted the light form onto the body of Huan . Freeing beren from his bonds, they all exited the dungeons and finally the tower, and all took a deep breath delighting in the sunlight that now filled the grounds of the tower. Small birds perhaps made courageous at the withdrawal of the dark powers and the presence of sunlight and Luthien, began to settle on what was dying trees, which began to sprout with new life , with small green buds , beginning to spout from their branches ,as the birds pirched and sang.


    They buried the body of Finrod, heroic elfven lord , in the lee of the tower, in a spot , where at least some of the trees, still held life and took heart , that his soul would be reborn in the undying lands, for his deeds had been worthy of such a thing.After this Luthien healed both Beren and Huan as best she could , and then both of them held tight to Huan , as the great hound , began to escape the island .


    For now the island was a place of life again , but both of them knew , that the orcs and there masters would soon return in there absence, and that such a breath of life , would not last for long.

    {my turn [next] will complete my RP}

    Lore

    Taur-nu-Fuin

    "To North there lay the Land of Dread
    whence only evil pathways led
    o’er hills of shadow bleak and cold
    or Taur-na-Fuin’s haunted hold
    where Deadly Nightshade lurked and lay
    and never came or moon or day."
    ― Lay of Leithian, Canto I

    Taur-nu-Fuin was a name for the northern parts of Dorthonion, and sometimes for the forest as a whole after it was corrupted by Morgoth after the Dagor Bragollach. The kingdoms of Dorthonion were destroyed at that point, including Ladros and the realm of Angrod and Aegnor. Barahir remained as an outlaw in Taur-nu-Fuin, and after his death Beren his son dwelt in this forest for several years, before crossing the Ered Gorgoroth and forsaking Dorthonion to its captors. Then it was truly wholly "under nightshade".

    After Sauron was defeated by Huan in their battle upon Tol-in-Gaurhoth he took the form of a vampire and fled to Taur-nu-Fuin, filling the forest with horror.

    Another Noldorin name is given as Deldu(w)ath translated as "Deadly Nightshade". In Sindarin, it comes from taur "great forest",nu "under" and fuin "night, gloom" (translated "nightshade").
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    King Thingol had order the resumption of a attack from the second army of Doriath , but scouts reported that the foul beasts of shadow that had descended on the town of Methed-en-Glad had mainly departed. Therefore the commander of the said army took half his strength , and using the recently moved ballista they smashed though the weak gates, and rushed into the town , confronting the orc commander who patrolled the ground of the town on great wargs. Combat was quick and swift with only two of his troops falling to bites from the furious wargs , more than from blows from the orcs. With the town now secure he repaired the gates, and the elfs that had hidden themselves on its capture , returned from their hidden holes , and quiet places and the town resumed its day to day events , with more than a little stories about the recent darkness that had approached from the south.

    But the commander of the 2nd army was not comfortable about the situation for the great army of beasts he was hoping to confront had departed and he had no reports of where it had moved to. He rather thought it might have moved to the west or back to the south , but he awaited reports from the lands on his border , for more news of its movements and prepared to move out to help confront it , if it was found.

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    Meanwhile the northern army , approached the last remaining nest of spiders which was held in the control of Shelob , but upon seeing the nest, scouts reported there numbers had swelled, so much so , that spiders spilled out , covering the plains near the cave in massive numbers. Fearful at such numbers, the spy [whose job it was to get the army inside the nest] balked at such a task , fleeing back to the west and without help , the commander shrugged and did likewise.

    There was good news however in the east, after the small elven expeditionary force had reached one of the great cities of the dwarfs of Belegost , and diplomat's were sent out to the great city , asking the dwarfs for better connections between the two peoples , and to prove there were some elfves that were prepared to venture out from the forest to confront the darkness they faced.



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    Beren and Luthien ironically had returned to the very northwestern outskirts of the forest of Doriath where man and elf sat down to recuperate from there adventures . Luthien proceeded to again heal Beren , who was still sorely wounded both in body and in spirit , and luthien spent all her heart on the task , for fear of losing her love. Huan however was ill at heart and disappeared into the woods and none could gainsay his absence in lue of his great deeds. Elf and man spent many days content in each others company in perfect silence [with huan appearing and disappearing when he may]and put off decisions , until beren was mostly well again , and both knew they would have to remake decisions of what paths to take.....




    Turn to falathrim

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    Woe had beset Brethil. A great horde of beasts from the south had entered the forest and were creating mayham. The borderwatch was caught completely off their guard, for they were not expecting the enemy to come from that direction. They encircled the region around Cabed-en-Aras and cut them off. Still, Hundad rallied all the men in the western half of Brethil to fight them, and they fought a horrid battle in the trees. A huge number of bats flew around wounding many, and packs of wolves would jump out of seemingly nowhere against the men. The men fought bravely and took many down but when the day was turning and the battle had still not been decided Hundad ordered his men to scatter into the woods as he sent messengers to any Elves or Men that could possibly aid him.
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    In the land of the Falathrim another even larger horde of beasts had entered their lands, and Cirdan was finally ready to test his newly-made army's might.

    https://drive.google.com/open?id=1FH...KBHpXodt_1syso Gondolin up

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    May edit my post later with a RP but not much to report.

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    Nargothrond and the House of Bëor



    Tidings of Finrod's heroic death came to Nargothrond with the freed thralls of Sauron's prisons on the Isle of Werewolves. They spoke of Finrod's sacrifice and redeeming of his oath to Beren, fighting a werewolf to save the man and Finarfin's Folk mourned the death of their King. The freed prisoners also spoke of Lúthien and her prowess and bravery in her fight with Sauron, wresting control of the fortress from the fallen Maia. This turned the populace of Nargothrond for the worse towards the Sons of Fëanor, Celegorm and Curufin who had taken effective control of Nargothrond after the departure of Finrod. Now the Elves of Nargothrond rallied again under the banner of Orodreth. Lúthien had dared to go where the Sons of Fëanor had not. If it had been out of cowardice then no blame would be given them, but the Elves saw it had been ill intent that had kept the brothers in Nargothrond, not a lack of bravery. Orodreth, now King of Nargothrond, rather than executing them ere the Doom of Noldor would close even further around them, banished the brothers ordering them to never return. Celegorm and Curufin went alone into exile once more, even their own followers abandoning them seeing the evil that lay upon them. Even Celebrimbor, the son of Curufin refused to follow his father and uncle, denouncing their actions and remained in Nargothrond. Only Huan, who had returned to Nargothrond after leaving Beren and Lúthien in the forest of Brethil, was the only one to follow Celegorm and his brother into exile, ever loyal to his master yet the love between them had all but vanished.

    It was thus that the Sons of Fëanor found Beren and Lúthien on their way back to Himring, to rejoin with their brother Maedhros. Wrath took the brothers and Celegorm, upon his steed, beared down upon Beren with the purpose of riding him down. Curufin sped past his brother and grabbed Lúthien, lifting her from the ground onto his horse. Beren, red with rage took a mighty leap, one that is recounted for many ages now for its magnificense. From his position he leapt on Curufin's horse from behind, thrusting his arm around the Elf's neck, throwing both from the horse. The great man proceeded to throttle the Elvish lord until the latter's head started to become purple, but Celegorm was still charging down on him. It was at this moment that Huan finally forsook his master and turned against him. The massive hound of Valinor jumped between Celegorm's horse and Beren, making the horse rear and the Elf curse. Celegorm cursed both hound and horse and tried to get around his former hound but Huan was unmoving. Lúthien, having recovered from her fall from Curufin's horse sped towards Beren to prevent him from killing the Elf. Beren heaved himself from Curufin but started despoiling the Elf of his gear and weapons and taking the knife Angrist for himself. Angrist was a knife created by the Dwarf-smith Telchar of Nogrod and it would cut wood, iron and flesh all the same, a mighty weapon indeed. Beren also laid claim to Curufin's horse and shoved the Elf out of his way. Curufin cursed Beren, wishing him a bitter and swift death after which he joined his brother on his horse. But instead of leaving, Curufin filled with malice, being shamed took hold of Celegorm's bow and shot at the unsuspecting Lúthien. The first arrow was caught by Huan between his teeth the other was caught by Beren chest as it sped towards his love. Beren fell, the dart portruding from his chest and Huan, filled with rage, chased the brothers off, following them for many miles. When he returned he brought with him healing herbs and gave them to Lúthien who used them to tend to Beren. One morning Beren decided to leave Lúthien in the care of Huan and depart once more, this time alone, on his Quest to recover a Silmaril. He mounted the horse and bade farewell to his love in silence while she slept and bounded northward.

    He passed Tol-in-Gaurhoth once more, now empty and silent, Finrod's grave protecting it against foul creatures for now. Beren felt a mixture of relief and dread when he neared his former homeland of Dorthonion, now Taur-nu-Fuin. On the eaves of the highlands he unbridled his horse and set it free, to roam wherever it pleased. With the far peaks of Thangorodrim in the distance and on the threshold of the great ashen plain of Anfauglith, Beren looked south one more time and a great sorrow descended upon him. And he sang a song of sorrow, of lamentation that he should look one last time upon light and love.

    "Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,
    for ever blest, since here did lie
    and here with lissom limbs did run
    beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun,
    Lúthien Tinúviel
    more fair than mortal tongue can tell.
    Though all to ruin fell the world
    and were dissovled and backward hurled
    unmade in the old abyss,
    yet were its making good for this-
    the dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea-
    that Lúthien for a time should be."


    And Lúthien heard the words and sang in response, for she had followed Beren once more mounted on top of Huan. Beren heard her song but saw her not and before him appeared a great wolf and bat and he felt afeared that the evils of Taur-nu-Fuin was playing tricks on his mind. Grabbing his weapons he prepared to fight for his life but it was not needed for when the monsters drew near they cast away their disguise and before him stood indeed Huan and Lúthien. They explained they had taken the forms of Draugluin and Thuringwethil, Sauron's werewolf and vampire companions, from the Isle of Werewolves to ease their passage north. Beren tried once more to dissuade Lúthien from following him into the jaws of Hell but she could not be swayed. It is here Huan spoke for a second time and gave Beren counsel.

    “From the shadow you can no longer save Lúthien, for by her love she is now subject to it. You can turn from your fate and lead her into exile, seeking peace in vain while your life lasts. But if you will not deny your doom, then either Lúthien, being forsaken, must assuredly die alone, or she must with you challenge the fate that lies before you – hopeless, yet uncertain. Further counsel I cannot give, nor may I go further on your road. But my heart forebodes that what you will find at the Gate I shall myself see. All else is dark to me; yet it may be that our three paths lead back to Doriath, and we may meet before the end.”

    Then Beren was swayed and embraced Lúthien and no longer tried to send her from him, challenging doom together. Then they said their farewell to Huan and Beren, under the power of Lúthien, donned the appearance of Drauglin the Werewolf. He looked the werewolf in all aspects but for the clean but grim spirit that showed from his eyes. With a mighty howl Beren set forth across Anfauglith with Lúthien as the vampire Thuringwethil in bat-form flittering above him, towards Melkor's stronghold, Angband; the Iron Hell.


    Beren and Lúthien disguised as Draugluin and Thuringwethil by Ted Nasmith

    Closing on the Gate under Thangorodrim that led to Morgoth's halls, the disguised Beren and Lúthien were dismayed to see it was guarded by perhaps the largest wolf they had ever seen. Morgoth, remembering the prophecy concerning Huan and his release in Middle-Earth had prompted to breed this particular large wolf himself, feeding him from his hand and transfering his power into the malicious and vicious beast. Carcharoth was his name and he looked on Drauglin and Thuringwethil with suspicion. News had reached him of Drauglin's demise and thus he denied them entry, ready to sniff out who they really were when he was struck by an immense power, lulling him to sleep. Lúthien had cast her disguise aside and wove a web of sleep:

    “O woe-begotten spirit, fall now into dark oblivion, and forget for a while the dreadful doom of life!”

    Carcharoth fell into a deep sleep and the heroes passed the great beast into Angband. Walking through the dark labyrinthine stairs they neared Morgoth's throne room, where the fallen Vala himself sat menacingly. The three Silmarils, atop the Vala's crown, shone bright into the otherwise gloomy room and he stared with malice at Lúthien and stripped her of her disguise, bending his evil gaze on her. She stood proud and undaunted befor his throne and presented herself as Lúthien and requested that she might sing for him, like a minstril would and Melkor's mind was filled with a vicious lust and dark thoughts. Then Lúthien started singing and threw a blinding spell upon the Dark Lord and sang a such so lovely Morgoth could only do but listen to it, his gaze trying to find the beautiful elf-maiden but his hall had grown dark, his servants lulled into a dreamlike state by the song. The radiant Silmarils the only light in the hall, sprang forth like a white flame. Melkor felt the weight on his head increase as if all the cares and fear of the world had fallen upon it and the Vala's head started to cave under the weight. Then Lúthien sprang forth and threw her cloak before his eyes weaving a dream, dark as the Outer Void and Melkor fell from his throne fast asleep, his crown rolling across the room. Beren, who had laid himself at Melkor's feet at their entrance had fallen to Lúthien's spell as well and she sped towards him to awake him from his slumber. Beren threw off Draugluin's hame and rose once more as a man. They crept towards Morgoth's crown and Beren took Angrist from his belt. He cut into the iron and wrested one of the jewels from its frame. Beren took the Silmaril in his hand as the first mortal to do so and the jewel's radiance welled through his flesh and his hand shone like a lamp. Emboldened by their actions Beren decided to go beyond one Silmaril and devised to reclaim all three but the complete retrieval was not to be for when he directed Angrist back towards the crown the blade snapped and a shard flew into Morgoth's cheek who groaned and slowly began to awake from his slumber. All of Angband stirred and Lúthien grabbed hold of Beren and they both ran for their lives as the host of Angband howled in terror.


    Morgoth's hall as depicted on Blind Guardian's album; Nightfall in Middle-Earth, depicting Lúthien singing for Melkor with Beren as wolf at Melkor's feet

    Author's note
    With the death of Finrod, Orodreth becomes king of Nargothrond. For the purposes of this campaign the character Finrod will change into Orodreth since Orodreth isn't a playable character. So if any of you come across Finrod in-game, please refer to him as Orodreth in your RP since the real Finrod is dead RP-wise. Same goes with Beren and Barahir. They are still alive in-game but Barahir is dead RP-wise and Beren is, well you know, busy doing other things :p So if you would be so kind to take this into account when writing your RP you would do me a great service. Thanks very much!


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