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The Last AllianceAn alliance there once was in the 2nd age.
The last between Elves and Men.
Leader of the Elves was Gil-Galad
And of Men Elendil the Tall.
Wielded by Gil-Galad was Aiglos, the Icicle.
And no orc could stand against him and his mighty spear
By Elendil was Narsil, and it filled all his enemies with fear.
In Dagorlad they fought, and victory they had.
Thus they passed into Mordor, and fought for 7 years.
Many were killed, by arrows and by blade.
In Gorgoroth Anarion, son of Elendil and brother to Isildur, was slain.
Pierced in the eye by an arrow was he.
But at last Sauron himself came from his fortress of Barad-dur.
Slayed many with the power of the One Ring did he.
Until Gil-Galad, High-Elven King, went to challenge Sauron himself with Aiglos, the Icicle.
Wound him he did as his ancestor Fingolfin had wounded Morgoth
But Sauron picked him up with his mighty hand and set him ablaze, and all the Elves were filled with fear at the death of their King.
Elendil, to whom Gil-Galad had been lik
The Two Trees of ValinorThus was Valinor, home of the Valar, established along with the mansions of the gods.
Near its western gate was there a mound of green earth.
The goddess of the earth, Yavanna was she called, held it with a high honor.
There did she lay and began to sing a song requiring all of her powers.
Put forth all her thoughts of earth into the mound named Corollaire did she,
All the while Nienna, goddess of lament, watered this mound with her tears.
As Yavanna sang the Valar gathered to look upon her.
While they watched the mound spouted 2 slender shoots,
All was silent save Yavanna's chanting, and from her song the saplings grew, and became tall, and flowered.
Thus were the two tress of Valinor made, and of all Yavanna's works were they the most reknown.
One of the saplings had leaves of deep green with an underside of silver, and from each of the flowers was a dew of silver light always falling.
The other had leaves of light green with edges of gold.
The flowers upon the tree were of yellow fl
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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