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Post by Alcorad on Jun 15, 2005 16:23:57 GMT
A name for the Emyn Beraid, the hills west of the Shire, home of three ancient Elf-towers that held the Elendil Stone, the last of the palantíri of the North. Greatest of these towers was the tower of Elostrion.  |
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 11, 2005 1:57:05 GMT
Doren made his way to the Tower Hills. The land of Mithlond was at that moment a battle feild and from the tower of Elostrion Doren could see his host standing... waiting... awestruck by the hosts assembled over the horizon. He could see the questioning look in their eyes and only wondered what would become of the Grey Havens. Doren's Dunedain hood blew in the wind and the sun seemed to echo through the elven artwork. The artwork that would be preserved for as long as it may and though the tides of darkness may push friend against friend, foe against foe, in the end light would prevail. No face of evil was sure and both good and evil could be mingled into one uncertain identity. Nothing was certain.
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