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Post by Alcorad on Jul 9, 2005 20:50:39 GMT
Doren's face was stern and since past events, his Lordship had gone onward and his mind grown wiser. He understood that Murazor was his ally and though his own troops could not be spared due to the circumstances he knew that an unseen enemy could not gain Mithlond as Rohan was gained in days of old.
"Arnor shall come to the aid of Rivendell, my friend if the cause is to make known the power of the elves and restore their harbours to their former glory. I shall send the Arnorien Excecutioners aswell as our Stone Trolls accompanied by Seige Machines and a large host of Archers and Footsoldiers captained by the Dunedain of the North. Muster all nearby allies to our cause. If Isengard is truly Aragorn's ally then so is the Ered Luin and they should be able to send immediate aid. A host will arrive in Mithlond in mere hours. You may hold base in Elostrion if all else fails."
Doren shook his head seeing the face of evil was the one Doren was so bold as to trust. It was somewhat unsettling but the power of the North would come to the aid of their kin. Middle Earth would not fall.
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jul 9, 2005 22:04:04 GMT
The elf nodded and said "I will send word to my kin to hold out for as long as they can"
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Post by namine on Jul 26, 2005 15:58:12 GMT
Namine walked trhough the citadel looking at all that once was. This place, even in its dreariness made her slightly happy. Afterall, it was twice as good as Angmar in the sense of beauty but by now she had become accustomed and it was her home. She walked through the empty streets of what had at one time been a busy market. In the center was a large fountain yet the water did not run. Namine walked over to it and touched the hard yet smooth marble of the fountain and water began to flow. She sat on the edge of the foutain watching it and swirled the water in the growing pool that was the basin. The soft sound of the trickling filled her with a quiet and hidden solemnness but then and idea cam to her min but what would Morsereg think? That she was insane probably. It seemed like for once in her life they were aprt on something but she wasn't sure. Maybe she just needed some time but for what? It all just confused her even more so, so she dismissed the thought, or rather, just kept it in the back of her mind till the right time.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 26, 2005 23:11:03 GMT
The horns of the Arnorian peasants sounded and people began to file into the city within Namine's gaze. Perhaps she did not receive word that all of the creatures of Arnor in Morsereg's service had retreated at the orders of Morsereg himself. The people of Annuminas entered their homes and as Namine watched them she slightly hoped that none approached her. All were emptied from the streets for they simply wished to feel the warmths of their homes once more as did the people of The Shire, and of Bree, and of Fornost, and of Tharbad who were at that very moment doing just the same thing. The fires and lights of the city began to reveal themselves before Namine's eyes and as the cobblestone streats of Annuminas were illuminated with light, two figures became visible ascending the stairs of the citadel. It was Doren, who had travelled with the peasants to Arnor so that he might restore things to their rightful place, aswell as Berethor who would be steward to the throne for a time while operation were controlled in Riavod far away to the East.
As Doren walked into the beautiful citadel he caught a glimpse of Namine and walked to her. At first he was apprehensive but remembered that he and Morsereg had an agreement and perhaps she soon would know aswell. "You are the water sorceress of Angmar are you not?"
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Post by namine on Jul 27, 2005 4:28:44 GMT
She nodded,"I am. My name is Naminë, and who might you be." She asked lookeing up at him
((Wow, fon't I feel embarrassed. Heh, ppl should update me more.))
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 27, 2005 17:12:40 GMT
Doren laughed aloud. He had met this woman once before on the border roads of Angmar. She had waylaid his progress aswell as Noredred's and yet after his visit with Angmar's Dark Lord, Morsereg had not even bothered to giver her their names. Well it did not matter. "I am Doren King of Arnor and of Rhun. The new United Kingdoms. The reaches of Arnor have also expanded into Eriador for the land known as "Eriador" is no more. The Kingdoms within it's borders have declared themselves apart since the fourth age and so Arnor has taken the lands between the mountains and south to the very Northern Borders of Enedwaith. The Shire did declair independance from us but in order for it to have our protection it reentered our borders and thinks freely, though still answers call when danger comes. The Shire is very much free. It has merely entered a greater kingdom where it should be."
Berethor looked at Doren somewhat critically. He was acting strangely. In fact none had ever seen him act this way before. It seemed that the tragedies around him were taking hold and spawning something new. Something wrong.
Doren resumed his clarity and took a seat on the floor. "That is who I am." he said wearily.
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Post by namine on Jul 27, 2005 18:48:52 GMT
"I see. I'm Naminë, Queen of Angmar." She replied. "But I'm sure you will not need a history lesson on that. This place was once very beautiful wasn't it..." She said going slowly into thought.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 28, 2005 2:28:32 GMT
Doren looked towards the fine stonework. They had rebuilt much of Annuminas but preserved what remnants of the ancient city that they could. "It still is. We are lucky that the orcs did not defile it. The city of Annuminas is a jewl. Any kingdom would be fortunate to house such a city."
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Post by namine on Jul 28, 2005 4:44:28 GMT
"It is beautiful indeed. I'm glad to know someone is trying to restore it. This fountain....it has a history and past. It's one of the older thinks here is it not?" She asked him.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 28, 2005 4:55:49 GMT
"Yes it is. We restored parts of it but most of it has remained through the ages. How did you know? Not many outsiders know of the ancient stonework of our people."
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Post by namine on Jul 28, 2005 7:20:07 GMT
"I just know. I don't see mych of this in Angmar however I member the work in Rivendell. When I was younger I often played in some of the quieter, and older places. They had a special...sereness to them I think." She replied. Then she quickly changed the subject noticinh her ramblings. "So, I see you and your host has returned. Did Morsereg pull out his troops?" She asked him curiously.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 28, 2005 15:38:35 GMT
Doren sighed. It was obvious though this was a debvious witch of Angmar, she did not share all views with Morsereg. Doren was quite curious to know what role in Angmar she played. Who is this woman? "Yes. Morsereg struck a deal with me. Soon an attack is to be launched on Haradwaith. In exchange for Rhun's participation, he returned to me Arnor and is allowing me to lay claim to the land of Haradwaith once it is conquered. I beleive our reason for attack is to provide a destraction for a young child of some importance to Morsereg. His son I beleive. Do you know Morsereg's son?"
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Post by namine on Jul 28, 2005 15:51:13 GMT
"Know? He is my son. The youngest, Erkai Dindaedel. He was taken by and orc that used to be the Stewered of Angmar, his name is Grashnik. " She first spoke in sadness, the family was failing. Her youngest son missing her daughter ran off and wouldn't come back, Elros was never around and Morsereg always off in battles and such. But as she finished she said Grashnik's name with hate. Should she find him, not even Morgoth would want to protect him.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 28, 2005 16:07:36 GMT
"Your son? I see. So you are the Queen of Angmar. And you grew up in Rivendell? That is an interesting transition. I myself have visited Rivendell a number of times. It is a- was a beautiful city. Perhaps you have heard of the conquering of Rivendell? Its very sad. I myself am very confused at the moment. I don't quite know what to do. I have some idea in my mind, I just don't know if it is the correct course of action or not."
Doren paused and took a seat on the empty fountain. It would soon be a home for water once again but not until the peoples of Arnor had returned to their way of life. The fountain and his people were not on his mind however.
It was this strange, Queen. She was the Queen of Angmar and though she portrayed that image much more skillfully on the Border Roads, she did not do so now. "You do not seem like the woman that ambushed Noredred and I on the Border Roads of Angmar.
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Post by namine on Jul 28, 2005 16:16:41 GMT
She blushed. "That was me. I haven't done that in a while. Maybe I should again. I fear though that the elves will soon diminish. It seems all the realms of elves are failing.." She thought for a moment. "What is your idea, this...course of action you speak of that is?" She asked him curiously.
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