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    By the western shore, where the foaming waves meet the beach's sand is where the Falathrim dwell, and where we will always dwell. Cirdan's ships are the greatest on this side of the sea, only the High Elves of Alqualonde can match them, and the Noldor slew them to reach this land. The Noldor have saved us from Morgoth once already, but still they are a cursed kind, kinslayers and deceivers, yet fierce and talented in many crafts. Our fates are now the same, for at the end of this age's tale they will be our saviors or they will bring us all ruin. The Silmarils, Feanor's gems of treelight, that they desire so deeply are not our matter. We will patrol the coasts and the river Sirion from Orcs and beasts of the night, as we always have. Still, the tales of a great dragon emerging out of the ashes and fires of the north worry Cirdan immensely, and he wonders if, or even how long, he can keep his people out of the war. If the siege is broken and the Noldor driven back, Orcs will threaten Beleriand again, and The Falas has no natural borders to guard our harbors from the dragon's advance. But now we have more skills than before. In the years since the Noldor's arrival we and our fellow Sindar have learned much about the forging of weapons and armor, couple this with our superb sailing abilities, and we shall be a mighty foe for Morgoth's hosts if they are ever to meet us. We also have more allies than before, Finrod's kingdom now lays between us and our King Thingol's, they are strong, and many of our fellow Gray Elves now live there mixing with the Noldor, and we shall aid them if the enemy crosses the Pass of Sirion.

    Lord Cirdan wishes the Noldor of the north best of luck in the coming battles, but that is all he can offer them.

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    'Tears unnumbered ye shall shed; and the Valar will fence Valinor against you, and shut you out, so that even the echo of your lamentation shall pass over the mountains. On the House of Fëanor the wrath of the Valar lieth from the West unto the uttermost East, and upon all that will follow them it shall be laid also. Their Oath shall drive them, and yet betray them, and ever snatch away the very treasures that they have sworn to pursue. To evil end shall all things turn that they begin well; and by treason of kin unto kin, and the fear of treason, shall this come to pass. The Dispossessed shall they ever be for ever.


    'Ye have spilled the blood of your kindred unrighteously and have stained the land of Aman. For blood ye shall render blood, and beyond Aman ye shall dwell in Death's shadow. For though Eru appointed to you to die not in Eä, and no sickness may assail you, yet slain ye may be, and slain ye shall be: by weapon and by torment and by grief; and your houseless spirits shall come then to Mandos. There long shall ye abide and yearn for your bodies, and find little pity though all whom ye have slain should entreat for you. And those that endure in Middle-earth and come not to Mandos shall grow weary of the world as a great burden, and shall wane, and become as shadows of regret before the younger race that cometh after. The Valar have spoken.'

    Turgon the second son of Fingolfin and younger brother of Finrod had originally been opposed to following Feanor and his sons to pursue Morgoth and reclaim the Silmarils but ultimately followed his father and kin across the Helcaraxe..

    Arriving late at the kinslaying of the Teleri at Alqualonde Fingon with the followers of Fingolfin (and most likely Turgon) and believing that their kin had been attacked by the Teleri, the Noldor of Fingolfin joined the battle and had turned the tide in favour of the Noldor.. but their victory was short lived as Feanors true colours had been shown and he had decided to abandon the host of Fingolfin to the perilous fate of crossing the Helcaraxe which angered many a elf in the host..


    On the long hard march across the Helcaraxe many elves had lost their lives due to the betrayal of Feanor and his folk, Elenwe wife of Turgon and mother of Idril had lost her life in the crossing which Turgon will never forget nor forgive..




    Centuries had past since the betrayal and Turgon and his people had settled at Vinyamar in Nevrast but this was not to last, while Turgon and his cousin Finrod Felagund had been travelling along the Sirion when the Valar Ulmo had sent them a dream of a land where they might take refuge from the evils of Morgoth, Ulmo then appeared to Turgon and guided him to Tumladen where he would later lead the most skilled of the Noldor and a group of Sinfar to build the might city of Gondolin which would be protected and hidden by the encircling mountains..




    Now the Fires of Angband grew strong and legions of Orcs burst out of the evil stronghold to destroy all that is good and King Turgon realises that he and his people can no longer bide their time in their hidden city and orders the Lord of the Fountain Ecthelion along with Glorfindel, both legendary warriors and great elf lords to mobilise forces from all 12 noble houses of Gondolin while riders depart north to the father of Turgon High King Fingolfin and the Houses of Edain with a words of oath from Turgon himself that they will not stand alone in these perilous times and that 4,000 Elves are marching north to aid High King and the Houses of men.

    On his march Ecthelion is halted by a host of bandits and thieves which are blocking his passage north and orders his troops to assault the ruins.. Wielding Orcrist many fled before him while even more fell at his hand, the ruins had soon fell with the path north now open for the hosts of Gondolin to support both their kin and the Houses of Edain.

    Captured rebel settlement with OW odds.

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    Nargothrond and the House of Bëor




    Nargothrond is the underground cavern stronghold of Finrod Felagund, son of Finarfin the Wise in Valinor. The only of the Houses of the Noldor who did not participate in the Kinslaying of Alqualondë. Yet by leaving Valinor they recieved the Doom of Mandos anyway. Exiled and cursed though not as much as the ones who killed their brothers at the Swan Havens but cursed still. Of all the Noldor they are the only ones who have the friendship of Thingol, King of Doriath, the Sindar and all of Beleriand. This because his kinship through Thingol's brother Olwë, Olwë's daughter is Finrod's mother, and When Finrod had come to Beleriand he had resided within Thingol's kingdom for awhile. When travelling along the river Sirion with his friend Turgon of the House of Fingolfin, they had made camp upon the banks of the river where a deep sleep would descend upon them. Dreams of woe and peril beset the pair of them and instructed them to build shelters should the evil days fall upon them. The two friends never spoke of their plight to the other but here their journey would split and each would search his hideout seperately. Finrod got his idea from the King of Doriath, Thingol, while visiting his sister Galadriel who resided there. Thingol spoke of caverns on the western side of the Narog river, west of Doriath. Thus Finrod travelled there and was enamoured by it so he send word to the Dwarves of Belegost and Nogrod to help him achieve his dream. After almost 50 years of construction Nargothrond was ready and many of Finrod's folk moved there from Minas Tirith upon Tol Sirion. This fortress was captured by Sauron, the Lord of Werewolves in the aftermath of the Dagor Bragollach.


    Gates of Nargothrond

    Finrod did not only control the Narog and its surrounding lands but also the Pass of Sirion and the lands of Dorthonion in the North. Finrod's brothers Aegnor and Angrod still defend this pass while the lands of Dorthonion have long since past been in the hands of the House of Bëor. Men who had come first over the Blue Mountains and had sworn fealty to Finrod, whom they called Nóm which meant Wise in the Edain tongue. Finrod had loved them at first sight and his trust and love would be returned in tenfold by the men of Bëor in the years to come. They together with Angrod and Aegnor defended the central passes into Belariand against Morgoth's might. But for how long was the question.



    Finrod encouters the House of Bëor

    Dark clouds gather above the plains of Ard-Galen and surely Morgoth has been preparing something in all his years of "imprisonment". Yes I believe he has chosen to stay silent through the Siege of Angband to prepare but I fear that it won't be long before he shows his true might again. May the Long Peace reign a little longer. Just a little longer.


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    King Frein stood over the walls of Belgost one of the two great dwarven city's that ruled the blue mountains one of the two great clans. Here in the blue mountains the Firebeards and Broadbeams made there home.
    Home, he thought as King Frein looked over the vast city of Belgost and the surrounding ice coved mountains.
    He then took a seat at the head of a huge rectangular table with vast thrones rising at the sides so his council may sit.
    Each throne was beautifully made of gold and silver edged into the number of different patterns that coved the throne.
    The table its self-was filled with different coloured gems that lit the room when the sun reflected off them.
    The members of his council sat down mumbling and talking about different agreements mining rights and a number of different minor problems that filled the kings day.
    He sat there waiting, listening to their arguments but he knew as soon as he spoke his decree would be law. Yet something was amiss.
    Reports where coming in dark creatures on the roads and coming into close contact with small outlying mines.
    Frein stood the people around him, his council looked up and waited on a response.
    "Tell me any news on the elves we have remained allies with them all and yet dark creatures have been steadily coming into our lands. Has there siege been broken why have we not been informed. It seem's every year we grow more distant with the elves as if we have been forgotten," Frein took a breath as he looked out towards the city.
    "It is time for the elves and men to decide if we are needed. Our steel and iron are among the best in the world. We guard the northeast and yet..."
    It was strange apart of him wanted to stay allied for that was what a good dwarf would do loyalty was all. His cousin in the other grand city had stayed away from war and their power had not increased maybe war was what the dwarfs needed to increase their power.
    "Write this to our allies,"
    To our elven and man allies. We still guard the northeast. We have been finding dark creatures that have been coming into our land. Each is swiftly destroyed by the dwarven strength.
    We have not heard anything recently about the other parts of the world how does this seige progress has it been broken.
    The Dwarves led there strength and craftsmanship to our allies and that we will hold the North East Passage. We get little news and hope to see elven and men dignitaries soon.

    King Frein

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    Just to note, I have been replaced due to apparently unfixable errors getting this mod together in time. It's unlikely I'll be able to piece it together. I think Redboosty is the one in my place.
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    Laegrim: http://www.mediafire.com/file/7dkyio...rim_1.sav/file
    Sorry to say that im not very good on the RP part, and i dont have time to write any RP this turn either.
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    Quote Originally Posted by REDBOOSTY View Post
    Laegrim: http://www.mediafire.com/file/7dkyio...rim_1.sav/file
    Sorry to say that im not very good on the RP part, and i dont have time to write any RP this turn either.
    Thanks! However, if you dont want to do RP, or dont have time for it, than it would be better if we let JC play both factions.

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    High Chieftain Guorwe stood over the corpse of the giant bear which he had slain a few moments prior, resisting the urge to crinkle his nose in distaste. But it would not do to show such disdain in front of his soldiers. Keeping their lands free from filth and evil was messy work. The fact that the high lord of the realm was willing to do so without complaint would inspire the common soldiery.

    He scoffed. Common soldiery…could that phrase even be applied to elves? The Laegrim were exceptional fighters, their skills honed through centuries of training and combat. On the whole they wore little armour, most choosing to fight unencumbered to make better use of their skill. But their swords and spears struck hard, and their arrows were deadly indeed.

    Guorwe closed his eyes, taking a moment to reflect on what he had heard. The lands of Middle Earth were gripped by dark times. But the Laegrim would maintain their independence. Those who come to us in peace will be greeted with hospitality and will share in the fruits of our bounty. Those who come to us with ill intent shall be destroyed without mercy. For every elven life is precious, and no sacrifice is too steep if it is necessary to protect our people and our way of life.

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    I would just like to leave a message before we start the second turn, at the quality and quantity of all the roleplay done , which is rather inspiring and I thank you all for your effort.
    I hope that we can maintain such effort in the turns ahead and will give some +rep ,as much I am able in thanks for all your hard work and effort.

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    "My lord, our forces are ready to march!" croaked the Orc officer, standing in shadow of his giant master. Morgoth stood on the battlements of Angband, gazing out at the huge lines of Orc legions marching toward the gates of the fortress. His forces were almost complete but he was anxious to begin the assault now for he knew the Elves and Men stood no chance against the sheer number of his forces. His mighty balrog generals had received their orders on where to march their respective forces. Admiring his huge hoast of orcs, Morgoth turned his gaze to the south, to the green fields that were innocently gleaming in the distance. Fingolfin was a fool to believe that he could contain Morgoth forever. The elves had become lax and their position weakened as the various kingdoms pulled their forces away after nearly 400 years of waiting. This was the time to strike for his forces could penetrate deep into Beleriand before any serious opposition could be mustered.

    "Begin the assault once I have completed my ritual!" Morgoth barked to the officer and turned toward the Thangorodrim. The Orc bowed and scurried off as Morgoth's black speech caused the volcanoes to burble and spew forth lava. Long trenches stretching out to the south begun to be filled with the molten liquid along with poisonous fumes that clouded the landscape. The black speech echoed across the Iron Mountains and the whole ground was shaking as the sky turned dark. This was the first phase of his plan. A form of psychological warfare as well as turning the terrain to his forces' advantage should the elves decide to strike first, for they never fought in an environment such as this. The lava would wash away any bordering forces and outposts that the elves and men and his mighty legions would soon follow to mop up the rest.

    Once the ritual was done, Morgoth let out a deep and evil chuckle. "Now....my servants....be unleashed upon this Middle Earth". His voice boomed to the mighty hosts below. The giant gates of Angband swung open slowly to the cacophony of sinister drums, horn blows and monstrous roars. The war for middle Earth had begun...
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    House Ulfang up!
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    The Dark Lord voice echoed within the far mountains of the norths and his voice was commands or march. Glaurung, father of all dragonkind came out of his cave, ending his long time slumber. With many of his smaller children he is slowly marching towards the lands of Beleriand. His goal was set by the dark lord himself to attack deep into the lands of the elves and humans and show them the real power of the Dark Lord and his forces. However the sheer size of Glaurung makes him rather slow and his marching takes many days his footsteps shakes the ground with every step and soon the mortal races will hear his incoming. The last time Glaurung showed himself he devastated the lines of the elves, however he was still vulnerable to many of their weapons. However this time with few more century of slumbering the Father of all dragons now stand almost invulnerable to the weapons of the mortal races and his power grew exponentially.
    Many other smaller dragonkind also answered the call of the Dark Lord and swarmed out towards the Blue Mountains to take over any riches they can find from the race of dwarves and to establish new colonies within the vast mountains. The great worm Scatha is among one of these dragons and his greed knows no bound. The dwarves must pray to their gods if they wish to withstand the power of the dragonkinds.

    Ungoliant hunger grows more every day and now she left his great lair with many of her smaller children to lay waste and satisfy himself with whatever he can find. The lands of Doriath seems the most closest target for her with so many forests its easy to find unsupected preys and to create more web colonies. Unlike Ungolianth, Shelob isn't plagued by the cursed hunger and she remained content in her lairs, however she also sent many young spiders to scout the lands of the mortal races and if their is a suitable prey, Shelob will go for it aswell.


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    I’ll get the turn up when I can, real life crap means not today

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    Fingolfin: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachmen...ingolfin_2.sav

    Ulfang gazed upon his son and heir Ulfast, who, at his command, was marching to destroy the rebels at Amon Ereb to the south and once he was done there move west to destroy the gathering of brigands at Ramadal. “Once you begin your march I shall inform our lord Caranthir,” said Ulfang. “Understood father” Ulfast responded rising from a kneeling position. “Do not fail me, son” ulfang said walking with his son towards the gate, the sound of stamping feet and clattering armor growing louder as the approached the encamped army, Ulfast responded with two rather simple words “I won’t”

    (I tried)
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    Fingolfin



    “My king! The enemy is here!” exclaimed one of Fingolfin’s captains. “Legions of orcs and trolls, led by Balrogs, have broken through our defense lines! They captured the outermost castles and outposts slaughtering everyone on their way.”

    “What!?” stammered the king. “How is that possible? Why weren’t we warned?”

    “My king, your son Fingon… he also is mortally wounded. He was carried off the battlefield unconscious.” The king turned away too shocked to say anything.

    “And that is not the end of the terrible news. We hear now that three of Feanor’s sons are dead, including Maedros. Your brother’s sons were pushed back down the river Sirion with heavy losses, and the woods of Doriath are shut.”

    The images of pain, crying, and death appeared before Fingolfin’s eyes. He saw the ruins of the Elven strongholds, where the river Sirion issued.

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    He saw the woods of Dorthonion in flames.

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    He saw the lands of Maedhros overrun by foul orcs and the once green fields stained with blood. He saw great dragons move forth on the kingdoms of the Dwarves.

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    He saw other creatures of the darkness, spawned in ancient days through the malice of Morgoth, crawl out of their hiding and bring devastation to the lands about.

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    Fingolfin looked towards the lands of Shadow, and piercing through the dense and dark clouds he was suddenly aware of a towering figure in full armor, wielding a huge hammer the size of an oak tree.

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    The king closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was standing right next to him. It was Morgoth. Fingolfin could not move a muscle, he was frozen in place. He heard Morgoth speak:

    Do you really think you stand any chance against the might of the only Ruler of Middle-earth? Look around you. You and your petty little rabble of elf lordlings will soon perish and the memory of your days will be gone without return. You are truly pathetic. Die now!” Morgoth lifted his great hammer and smashed it into the elf.

    With a scream Fingolfin woke up. He was drenched in sweat and his hands were trembling. It was only a dream, he thought. When he calmed down he started to contemplate about the dream he had, and he believed it could not be just a meaningless nightmare. Was it some kind of warning that was sent to him?

    The next morning, the king requested messages to be sent to the elf princes holding the defenses around Angband. “Tell everyone to be vary and unusually watchful. Double the patrols and make sure the fortresses are fully garrisoned,” he told his scribe.

    “Is something wrong, my king?” asked the scribe.

    “I hope not.” After a brief silence, he continued “I also want a message sent to my friend Hador, of the House of Marach. I need him to be ready for war, as soon as possible. Let him meet me here when he is prepared.


    House of Marach


    The lord of the House of Marach and the ruler of the land of Dor-Lomin was getting older by the day. He already had his best years behind him and was grooming his son, Galdor to be his successor. Yet there still remained strength in his body, and as for his mind, well, Hador felt as youthful as ever. He brandished his axe, Dramborleg, and put on the Dragon-helm of Dor-lomin, the heirloom of his house. He felt great honor and pride wearing his armor and wielding his weapon and would gladly fight against orcs once more.

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    He heard a knock on the door and quickly put down the helm and axe on the table. “Come in,” he said.

    “Pardon me for interrupting, my lord, but there came an important message from King Fingolfin,” said one of his servants after walking into his chamber.

    A message from Fingolfin. He owed a lot to the Elven King and remembered how Fingolfin accepted him and his people among the High Elves, where he learned many things concerning lore, crafting, and warfare. It was Fingolfin who gave him the land of Dor-Lomin to live in, and he would never forget that. He loved the High King greatly and would do anything for him.

    He opened the letter and read its contents in silence. A barely visible smile appeared on his face. He was going to war. And this time he wished to take with him his son and grandsons to be part of this great event.

    “Let the heralds announce,” he told his servant, “that every man, capable of wearing arms, of 16 summers or older, should get ready to march east and north in seven days. We are marching to the lands of King Fingolfin. We have been summoned to strengthen the Elven army.”

    “Yes, my lord,” the servant replied.




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    Doriath https://drive.google.com/file/d/19NJ...ew?usp=sharing (I have to leave the house in 10 minutes and I'm already late so the RP won't be that long this time)



    Maedhros was out riding, travelling from city to city to rally his people and keep their spirits up. The threat in the north was stirring, and the black tide of orcs could bear down upon them on any moment. Therefore, he ordered the construction of watchtowers and forts, to strengthen the security of the land and allowing his people to keep an ever-watchful eye towards the north. He had just returned to Himling as a messenger rode into the town, with a message from the High King himself. The host of Fingolfin and The Host of Feanör were estranged after the night of the unnumbered tears, but the King and Maedhros were firm friends, and with messengers carrying letters travelling many miles every day they discussed how best to keep the world safe from the Great Enemy. The threat in the north was ever persistent, but the Host of Feanör would remain ever vigilant.
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    Udìr Ishi, the Chief of the House of Bór was confident in his ability to keep his men alive. His people had long been allied to other great houses, men and elves alike. Udír wished to keep it that way. Thus, on behest of his overlord Maedhros, whom Udír had sworn to fight for against the great enemy, he seeks to confirm and strengthen alliances, and confirm the unity of man against the great danger that will consume the world unless the world stands together against it. He may not be as smart as the elves, nor agile or strong, but he was resourceful and determined, aiming to make the most of his short life on this earth, as all men did.
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    The trees swayed a little in the light breeze as the routine elfven patrol in the eastern part of Doriath, moved outside of the main forest on a very slight elfven path on the route from Arthorien towards Nan Elmoth, when one of the elf's held his hand up to motion a silence advance, and the patrol moved softy forward . One of the front runners , moved a tree branch back from his face, and motioned the patrol to take cover, as in front of his position , a group of spawn of ingoliant had taken the nearby forest position to camp in.

    There was slight chittering noises on the route ahead , between the spiderkin , which Falasmeldon Cromdir couldn't understand , but he motioned the patrol should make there way back to the safety of Doriath , were hopefully behind the Girdle of Melian they would be safe.



    Back in Menegroth , the elfves had turned there thoughts and activity to the crafting of gifts, both enriching the kingdom , in spirit and in wealth , as they hoped to advance themselfves, safe in the knowledge, that most of there kingdom was hidden away. Thingol had himself after turning himself from the elven song that Lúthien sang, that echoed in the caves , ordered elfven riders to be trained, so that any patrol , that finds evil on its border, could safely be supported and keep the evil which darkened the nearby forest at a distance.



    Elu Thingol had received messages from his kin , Cirdan of faras , and from Nargothrond , and that all was well in there own lands, Thingol sighed with content , that all things were safe with his neighbours and his kin , and now his thoughts settled , sat back in his throne , listening to his daughter sing of happier times , with a group of sindar elf's dancing to the elfven song.



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    Thingol


    [Thingol & Melian]

    Known as many names , King Thingol has often been called , King of Doriath, High King of the Sindar, High King of the Teleri, Lord of Beleriand ,Elwë Singollo , Elu Thingol , Tinwelint , Grey-cloak , King Greymantle , Thingol Greycloak , or The Hidden King to name but a few .

    Thingol was born at Cuiviénen[was the location where the Quendi (or Elves) awoke. ] in the days before the Sun and the Moon, when Middle-earth was lit only by starlight.Known as Elwë during the first years of the Eldar, he was the older brother of Olwë and Elmo. He was also a good friend of Finwë, King of the Noldor[father of Fëanor ]. His hair was silver and he was the tallest of all Elves and Men.

    In The Silmarillion as Elwë, he is introduced as one of the three chieftains of the Elves who depart from Cuiviénen with Oromë as ambassadors of Valinor and later become Kings. Upon his return, he persuades many of his kindred, the Nelyar, to follow him back to that country. This host becomes known as the Teleri. On the Great Journey to the West the Teleri lag behind, loving Middle-earth and having mixed feelings about leaving it for Valinor, and do not arrive at the coast until after the departure of the moving island of Tol Eressëa. Thus, they stay in Beleriand for many years, until Ulmo pushes Tol Eressëa back again to fetch them.

    During this time Elwë encounters Melian the Maia in the woods of Nan Elmoth and, enchanted by her, he falls in love with her. They remain entranced together for some 200 years. Many of the Teleri searched for him and would not leave without him.



    After Thingol awoke from the trance, many of the Teleri had grown to like Beleriand and decided to stay there. Thingol and Melian become king and queen of the Sindar, the Teleri who stay in Beleriand. Thingol's brother Olwë later becomes the King of Alqualondë and High King of the Teleri who do journey to Aman. Thingol previously visited Valinor as an ambassador and is, uniquely, both of the Sindar and of the Calaquendi.

    Other kin of Thingol, stated by Tolkien, for which the family relation is unrecorded or unexplained in the tales are Círdan, Daeron, Celeborn, and Eöl. He is the ancestor of many prominent characters, Elves and Men, including Elros, Elrond, Aragorn and Arwen. He is also family to Galadriel, as she is the child of his niece, Eärwen.


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    Melian


    ....There Melian came, the Lady grey,
    and dark and long her tresses lay,
    beneath her silver girdle seat
    and down unto her silver feet
    ....

    She is a Maia of the race of the Ainur, akin to Yavanna. .The Maiar (the singular of which is Maia) were near-primordial spirits that descended into Arda to help the Valar first shape the World. They were supposed to be numerous, yet not many were named.Each of the Maiar is associated with one or more particular Vala, and were of similar stock, though less powerful. For example, Ossë and Uinen, as spirits of the sea, belonged to Ulmo the Sea-King, while Curumo (known in Middle-earth as Saruman) belonged to Aulë the Smith.

    Like most of the Ainur, the abilities and powers of the Maiar remain unknown and presumably diverse. Given the nature the Maiar were to aid the Valar in the shaping of the world; they presumably have considerable power to augment the world around them. Maiar, as primordial spirit beings, are functionally immortal and essentially immune to the ravages of time, even from physical destruction they remain in spirit form.

    From all indications, when the physical body of a Maia is destroyed, their spirit wanders houseless and their power diminished, until they are either able to take a physical form once more, or are restored by their corresponding Valar.

    Before she came to Middle-earth, Melian served both Vána and Estë, and dwelt in Lórien tending the trees that grew in the Gardens of Irmo. Among all of her people none were wiser, (With the possible exception of Gandalf) more beautiful, or more skilled in singing enchanting songs than Melian. She loved the deep shadows of the great trees. When the light of the Two Trees would mingle Melian would sing and the Valar would stop their work and listen. Nightingales went with her wherever she went, and she taught them their song. Of all the Valar she was most akin to Yavanna.

    When the Elves awoke on the shore of Cuiviénen she departed from Valinor and went to Middle-earth, where she filled its silence with her singing and the singing of her birds.Before the First Age, in the Years of the Trees, she left the gardens of Lórien and went to Middle-earth, and there she fell in love with the Elven-king Elu Thingol, King Greymantle, and with him ruled the kingdom of Doriath.

    She had a child with Thingol, a daughter named Lúthien, said to be the fairest and most beautiful of all the Children of Ilúvatar. Melian's line of descent is the half-elven and Kings of Númenor. Her name Melian means Beloved in Tolkien's invented language of Sindarin. In Quenya, another of Tolkien's languages, it translates to "Melyanna", either "Dear Gift" or "Gift of Love" .


    [Melian creates the Girdle]

    Then war with the Great Enemy, Morgoth, came to Doriath, she used her powers to guard and defend it with a protection called the Girdle of Melian . Its magic mazes of mists prevented anyone from entering the kingdom without her or Thingol's consent, as long as they were less powerful than her. With the foresight of a Maia, she predicted that one day someone whose fate is more powerful would enter.

    After Thingol's death, she vanished from Middle-earth, passing to Valinor, where she mourned the loss of her husband to the Halls of Mandos and the loss of her daughter to the unknown fate of human death.

    Melian and Thingol were a unique couple, the only case where an Ainu married any Elf or Human. Melian is also the only Ainu known to have had children in the "official" drafts of Tolkien's work, though there are some creatures who have reproduced, like Ungoliant, whose exact natures are unclear.

    The Caves of Menegroth

    [entrance to Menegroth]

    Menegroth, also known as the Thousand Caves and The Caves of Menegroth, was the capital city of the land of Doriath, which was home to King Thingol and Queen Melian of the Sindarin people during the First Age of the Sun. Within it was the beautifully decorated Hall of Thingol where sat his throne and where he dispensed his judgments. In the years after the War for Sake of the Elves, the Teleri were scattered all over Beleriand in havens such as Falas or in the woodlands at Region and Neldoreth.

    Their leader Elwë disappeared for a long time in the woods with Melian, his beloved. Then, he and Melian reappeared calling himself Thingol, was urged to build a home for his people, so he had the Dwarves of Belegost to aid in the construction of a new fortress. It was dug into the western wall of the ravine above the river Esgalduin and had only one entrance high above the river accessible by a large stone bridge. It was named Menegroth or the Thousand Caves because of the extensive number of caverns and chambers within all hewn of stone and beautifully decorated with carvings of beech trees and birds.


    [The Halls of Menegroth ... Thranduil [A Lesser Sindar sire, tries to recollect from his youth for himself by making his own hall at mirkwood, from his time at Menegroth]

    These were many different places including armories, treasures, smithies, and living quarters for both the Elves and Dwarves.
    During the Years of the Trees, Doriath received peace for a long while as Thingol preferred isolation and ordered his people not to mingle in the affairs of the Noldor due to the Kinslaying at Alqualondë, and the Quenyan language was forbidden in his realm. Only with his kin in Nargothrond did Thingol remain in contact with. He did not take part in any of the later Battles of Beleriand relating to the struggle with Morgoth.

    Exert from the Lay of Leithian [mentions of Menegroth]

    ...through corridors of carven dread
    whose turns were lit by lanterns hung
    or flames from torches that were flung
    on dragons hewn in the cold stone
    with jewelled eyes and teeth of bone.
    Then sudden, deep beneath the earth
    the silences with silver mirth
    were shaken and the rocks were ringing,
    the birds of Melian were singing;
    and wide the ways of shadows spread
    as into arched halls she led
    Beren in wonder. There a light
    like day immortal and like night
    of stars unclouded, shone and gleamed.
    A vault of topless trees it seemed,
    whose trunks of carven stone there stood
    like towers of an enchanted wood
    in magic fast for ever bound,
    bearing a roof whose branches wound
    in endless tracery of green
    lit by some leaf-imprisoned sheen
    of moon and sun, and wrought of gems,
    and each leaf hung on golden stems.
    Lo! there amid immortal flowers
    the nightingales in shining bowers
    sang o'er the head of Melian,
    while water for ever dripped and ran
    from fountains in the rocky floor.
    There Thingol sat. His crown he wore
    of green and silver, and round his chair
    a host in gleaming armour fair...

    [Lay of Leithian, lines 981-1011]

    Cuiviénen

    [The location of Cuiviénen]

    Cuiviénen was said to have been on the shore of a large gulf in the inland Sea of Helcar in the far east of Middle-earth. It was an eastern bay of the Inland Sea of Helcar, formed by the meltwaters of the pillar of Illuin. After the First Age and the War of Wrath, the Sea of Helcar (and Cuiviénen with it) was drained, leaving behind only the Sea of Núrnen and the Sea of Rhûn, prompting the Elvish adage "and to Cuiviénen there is no returning"; both a reference to physical geography and a metaphor for the Sundering. While never confirmed, there is a small chance that it survives in a much truncated form.


    [At Lake Cuiviénen" by Ted Nasmith]

    In YT 1050, the Awakening of the Elves took place. The Elves dwelt here for a long time in bliss under the starlight and were content. Here the elves were divided into their three basic groups: the Minyar (Vanyar), Tatyar (Ñoldor), and Nelyar (Teleri), here they learned and developed the basic skills of survival, culture, and language.

    Unfortunately, Melkor discovered this land first before the other Valar. Many elves feared him and they were forced to hide, and those unfortunate enough to be left behind or overwhelmed by fear and unhappiness were taken or slain. Then, years later, Oromë discovered Cuiviénen on his travels throughout Middle-earth. Oromé reported his discovery back to the Valar in Valinor and after some debate they decided that the Elves would be safer living in The Undying Lands, in the peace and protection of the Valar. Oromé returned to Cuiviénen and there spoke with the Elves regarding their removal to Valinor.

    The first Sundering of the Elves then took place when the Eldar, name that was given by Oromé to the Elves using their own tongue, departed from Cuiviénen to Valinor. Some of these Elves refused to leave through fear of the unknown, turned back after reaching the huge range of The Misty Mountains, or simply decided to stay in Middle-Earth through choice.
    It is unknown how long the remaining Avari remained at Cuiviénen during the First Age, but they were there when Men awoke at the first rising of the Sun in the nearby land of Hildórien, and its elven residents befriended early Men and apparently taught them the basic skills of survival

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    Many horns were heard in the north. Young Hunthor the Fearless, Commander of the Sirion Watch, rode out to find the source of this noise. What he found was quite a site indeed. A great hoste of Elven warriors bearing new banners that he had not seen before was encamped along the Brithiach. They had glittering weapons and sturdy armor, it also seemed that they had defeated some bandits that were unlucky enough to be in their path. Hunthor was stunned, and he rode into the camp with his company of rangers to find out who these Elves were, and what they were doing. The Elven commander, named Ecthelion greeted him, and told him of their mission, but little about their people, only that they were from a kingdom called Gondolin. He rode back to his forest and to his lord's hall to report the news himself. High-Lord Halmir was most interested and he called a great moot of all the Lords of the Haladin to decide their action. The moot was split, some of the lords were restless, and wanted to march out with all the might of Brethil and fight alongside the Elves against Morgoth, but most of them wished to stay within their forest and conserve their strength in solitude. Halmir however was undecided, for through his daughter he was related to the men of Dor Lomin, and they would surely be marching to the fray. In the end a compromise was made, and a message was sent to the Gondolindhrim. High-Lord Halmir offered them a moderate force of volunteers from the House of Haldad to march with them if they so desired, but he would not throw all his strength into this endeavor.

    Halmir's son, the heir of the House of Haldad, Haldir, offered to lead this group, and Young Hunthor the Fearless would be his Lieutenant.

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    The lord of the fountains had declared a final night of fasting before marching his men north to rid the land of the evil that has taken hold..

    Noldor craftsman had begun the reconstruction of the ruins, applying their knowledge and skill to turn the now outpost ruin into a proper home for the elves but for now Ecthelion and his men had been confined to the outdoors due to the state of the ruins, Sentries stood guard while many took their midday meal under the stars and some took to singing..while fasting a group of riders clad in green cloaks came galloping through the camp, the guards made no move to halt their advance but instead stared curiously and the awe as no Orc would dare approach a elven camp and the songs that were sung were woven with some power intended to keep evil at bay but only in small numbers.. but these were not legion there was but a few riders and they paid no heed to the music nor even the guards advancing to where Ecthelion sat and dismounted..

    They stood tall but Ecthelion realised at once they were no elves as they had not been tall enough but one stepped forward and revealed his face much to Ecthelion's surprise..

    "Sons of Edain!" said Ecthelion..

    The man gives a short bow and informs Ecthelion of his mission.

    "We welcome you among us and welcome the support of your people in these dire times.. come you must be hungry after such a long ride" said Ecthelion

    Food was handed out to young Hunthor, his men and they received a warm welcome among the elves.. after fasting the lord of the fountain and young Hunthor departed to the war pavilion with their advisers to discuss the war to come and not long after Hunthor leaves vowing to return with a small band of warriors regretting they cannot commit more but Ecthelion assures him any help from his house would be favoured and rememberd..

    Ecthelion watches as Hunthor and his men disappear into the night and takes one last look before departing with most of his men on the road north..


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    Nargothrond and the House of Bëor

    Angrod and Aegnor, brothers to King Finrod, were patrolling along the borders of the great green plain called Ard-Galen (Sindarin for Green Plain), the plain that lay between the Vale of the river Sirion and Angband the home of Morgoth, like they do once in a while. For hundreds of years they had lived in relative peace this far north between the but something about the usual silence was not right. Something was afoot and neither could explain why only that they felt it in their hearts. Something made the silence eerie depite the fact that everything was exactly as it had been as yesterday or the day before that. Angrod turned his gaze north and saw the ever clouded Thangorodrim spewing dark fumes into the air and shivered. His gaze scanned the plains of Ard-Galen but he saw no sign of any Orc patrols. Having visited all the guard posts on their little piece of the beleagering force, Angrod and his brother returned back to their camp further south.

    In the encampment Angrod approached Aegnor who had been staring to the south for an hour now.

    "What troubles you brother? Why do you cast your eyes south with such concern when the real foe resides to the north?" Angrod inquired, laying a hand on his brothers shoulder.

    Aegnor awoke from his trance-like state and looked at Angrod, the fire in his eyes ever present which he had had from a young age and this hadn't changed ever since.

    "I worry for an attack from the south." he said. "I fear the Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the Isle of Werewolves, which had once been our strong tower of Minas Tirith*."

    He paused for a minute and Angrod patiently waited for him to speak again.

    "I think we should try to reclaim it, though it will drain most of our resources to do so. I do believe it will be a great asset to our Kingdom and the struggle against Morgoth" he eventually said.

    Angrod being the older brother had the command over the forces located in the Vale of Sirion, yet he could not decide on such an important and potentially devestating course of action. He would have to consult with Finrod and possibly even with the other Noldor Princes, maybe not the Sons of Fëanor but at least the High King Fingolfin.

    "I don't know Aegnor, it would be a daring move and potentially dangerous as I believe the Long Peace is reaching its last breath." Angrod said.

    Aegnor remained stiff, his grey eyes boring into those of his brother.

    "I cannot decide such a thing by myself" Angrod said, still Aegnor's face remained unchanged. "but" he continued "I will send messages to Finrod asking his advice on the matter."

    "I thank thee brother, more I do not ask of you." Aegnor said bowing before returning to his tent.



    Minas Tirith upon Tol Sirion


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    Minas Tirith upon Sirion

    The isle of Tol Sirion was first found by Finrod Felagund in the early years of the First Age. Upon this island he built the tower of Minas Tirith (Sindarin for Tower of the Guard) to guard the passage of the Vale of Sirion. This fortress was to prevent Morgoth from sending his forces through the Vale into Beleriand. From this place Finrod ruled for many years over his realm, which at that point included Dorthonion to the east long before any of the Edain were seen on the west side of the Ered Luin. Once King Finrods city of cave wonder, Nargothrond had been built he handed control of Minas Tirith over to his brother/nephew (sources vary) Orodreth. Minas Tirith would long stand against the evil of Morgoth and would survive the onslaught of the Dagor Bragollach, though it would not remain in Noldorin hands for long after. In the year 457 FA, Morgoths lieutenant Sauron led an army to Tol Sirion and besieged the stronghold. Because of the disaster of the Battle of Sudden Flame, Orodreth was powerless and fled south to Nargothrond leading to the capture of the isle of Sirion. Sauron would rename the isle to Tol-in-Gaurhoth, meaning the Isle of the Werewolves. It would not be recaptured until the Quest for the Silmaril where Finrod died in his battle with Sauron. There Lúthien wrestled control over the isle from Sauron and he fled back to Angband. The king of Nargothrond would also be buried upon Tol Sirion though the tower would never be rebuild by any of the Noldor. Tol Sirion would become flooded after the War of Wrath and lost to the sea.





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