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Post by Alcorad on Jun 15, 2005 15:45:54 GMT
The city of the Kings of Arnor, on the shores of Nenuial. The city was founded by Elendil himself, on the shores of the northern lake Nenuial, near the sources of the Baranduin. It was the chief city of the Kings of Arnor for several centuries, and home to one of the three palantíri of the North-Kingdom. The Hills of Evendim surround it from the West and South and Lake Evendim from the North. The docks of Evendim is secured by a readied defense system of ships and ballistas. The River Baranduin was the only real way into Annuminas and it was defended by a large blockade of Rangers.
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 17, 2005 16:12:13 GMT
From the stables of Annuminas, many riders were sent East and West to Mithlond and Erebor. Doren surely hoped that the Dwarves would wish for alliance and fight with the peoples of Middle Earth. He rested his hope in the elves and dwarves.
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 21, 2005 0:19:28 GMT
A servant of the citadel walked into the sunny streets of Annumas carrying a roll of parchment in his hand. He looked from person to person with pride in his eyes that he was serving the high court of Arnor. He posted the notice in the town square where people congregated each day. He attracted the attention of the people who eyed him curiously. The servant known as Gwathire nodded curtiously to the people who began to gather around the posted parchment, whispering curiously amongst each other.
CALL TO ARMS
By Decree of High King Doren, Lord of Arnor under King Elessar of Gondor, each and every soldier of Arnor shall report to the armories of Annuminas and retreive their weapons and armor. The smithies of Arnor are closed for one fortnight. The watch must be doubled and all scouts report back to Annuminas on their findings each week or immediately if something of high import is learned.
Lord Doren, King of Arnor
The parchment was rewritten four times by the scribe of King Doren. The decree was sent with one knight to Bree, Fornost, Hobbiton, and Tharbad.
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 28, 2005 19:25:09 GMT
Alatariel continued on from where she'd seen the battle between Megloren, Morsereg, and the Silver Wizard take place. This land was so cheery...and it somewhat irritated her. Yet it was intriguing at the same time. Finally she tethered her horse amongst the trees and came to the edge of the lake, Nenuial. It was a calming place indeed...and she sat upon its shore, her dark gaze moving slowly across the top of the waters.
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 28, 2005 19:35:24 GMT
Two days had passed since the council had ended and the guests had departed and Doren walked through the large doors of the citadel and began to wonder through the city of Annuminas, curious of what he might see. The stores and homes of Annuminas were seperated so that one could view the sparkling magesty of Lake Nenunial. Doren spied out of the corner of his eye a lone shadow sitting on it's shores alone in the evening light. He began to walk down the steps that conjoined the stone of the city and Nenunial's sandy beeches. The port was some ways down the lake on it's northwestern borders and the ships could only faintly be seen on the horizon. Doren walked down the beech, the gentle breeze brushing past his hair. When he reached the figure he nodded. It seemed to be woman but she was certainly not native to Annuminas or even perhaps Arnor for that matter. Being polite Doren sat down on the beach and was quiet for a moment until he spoke up still eyeing the shifting waters. "A beautiful sunset is it not?"
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 28, 2005 19:39:08 GMT
Alatariel was surprised by the sudden appearance of the man on the shores, though she did not allow it to show on her features. "Yes, it is indeed." She kept her gaze on the water, her mind whirling as she tried to sort out her actions. What was she to do now? Oh well...perhaps she would just have to ignite her own plan sooner than she'd anticipated. Not that it mattered much.
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 28, 2005 19:46:57 GMT
Doren smiled and looked to the ground shifting his finger through the sands making desighns. At that moment he forgot all about the council and all about the mongerings of war. The city was to his back and what seemed to be endless water at his front and this strange woman beside him. "You are not from around here are you?"
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 28, 2005 19:50:59 GMT
Alatariel glanced up now as she pondered what her answer would be. "No...I am not." Her soft elvish voice broke through the night's silence as she decided upon this simple statement. It was safest. Perhaps she wasn't in as much danger of giving up her identity as she thought.
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 28, 2005 19:56:40 GMT
Doren chuckled to himself. Of course she had answered his question but she did not quite give him the answer that he wanted. "Would it be rude to ask you where you are from, my lady?"
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 28, 2005 19:59:13 GMT
Alatariel looked toward him briefly before returning her eyes to the water. Why did he have to pry. Oh well, it would be more suspicious of her not to answer his question. "I am from Rivendell. I was born and raised there." It was not a lie.
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 28, 2005 20:06:19 GMT
Doren picked up a small flat rock that was almost entirely buried in the sand. He skipped it across the water and watched with the marvel of a small child. Four splashes.
"So your of Elven kind? Rivendell is a beautiful place. Do you enjoy living there? Since many of your kindred have sailed across the sea I mean... Is it still as wonderous as it was before they departed? I haven't been in awhile. I am well aquainted with it's new lord however. Interesting fellow. He has quite a large arsenal of unique abilities."
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 28, 2005 20:13:19 GMT
Alatariel closed her eyes briefly. Great. Now he was asking questions that would be a bit more difficult to answer. It was a good thing she was pretty quick on the draw. "Yes, Rivendell is indeed a beautiful place. Its beauty is still strong...but I do not think it is as wonderous as it was in times past. For many of the elves have gone now." She leaned back, supporting herself with her arms as she watched the rock being skipped across the water.
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 28, 2005 20:23:09 GMT
Doren picked up another flat rock after searching through the sand. He watched it go with anticipation that it would pass his current record of four. Five splashes.
"The elves departure was bitter and sweat all at once. I fear that soon all but the orcs will depart Middle Earth. Now are times not as happy as one might beleive. All I can hope is that my people and the people of my kin may outlast the coming darkness. Do you ever fear for your people? The ones that have remained here anyway."
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 28, 2005 21:26:28 GMT
Alatariel glanced up. "All of my kin have passed on over the sea." It was partially the truth. All but E'vesash had gone on to the undying lands. "But I do not much fear for the elves that have remained. It was their decision to stay behind...I think they will be able to hold their own." There, that was the truth too.
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 28, 2005 22:09:21 GMT
Doren felt for another flat rock. After finding one he skipped it again watching it hop over the sparkling water. Six splashes.
"So what brings you to Arnor?"
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