The great power of the world rises steadily. Even fickle fate must bow to the inevitable lord, as a whore to the whim of her master. My little linnet brings me a map, found by one of her swains in the old north lands. How childlike these grown men and women of the horselands are, for all their fair flaxen stature, unable to read or form any letters. It is quite charming.
The map shows, plain enough for those who have the wit and learning, part of the old northern city of Fornost. How accurate it is, and for what purpose it was drawn, and how many times the original was copied and any errors compounded.. even I cannot say. But it is the city. And so, my little linnet will take her flock north, to walk the ruins of the once great halls, houses and fortresses.
Poor doomed Fornost, poor lost king... enough beauty and tragedy to keep her bard's heart beating with the thrill of new tales and new songs. Taken by the once fair city, now the tomb of a whole people, she will return full of inspiration... and what songs I shall help her craft. How the elves betrayed the fine Men of Fornost, jealous of the power of Men. How they came in supposed peace, how they brought hidden daggers, that their gifts to the king - alas for Arvedui - turned to blades and how, with his wife and children slain, he fled into the far northern snows.
Hear the cries of the Men in the throb of her voice as they are slain by the deceit of the elves, cut down in the streets. Hear the last king crying to his good neighbour of Angmar for aid. Hear the battle - Angmar, beseiging the city on behalf of the king - fighting on the field before the city. The sorrow of the Men on the field as they realise thay cannot win fair Fornost back from the elves and their enslaved, glamoured Men.
In her talent, with her inspiration, her innocence and belief it will be a tale to waken the sleeping hearts of Men, to recall them to what they are, to remind them that we are not the lap-dogs of the eldar race. Remind them... does it matter how... that we have been betrayed, scorned, used and killed through the ages by those fair-faced dogs who seek to dominate Men for their own purpose.
