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And so it was as so it was so as we rode from Isengard in triumph, singing songs and riding our horses. Then did the King Thèoden, say, ‘So be it! The wicked Saramn is dead, and Rohan is safe! Hurrah!’ and everyone cheered cheerfully.
Many comrades and brothers in arms had laid their lives for the cause.
The best of us fell, defying evil and spitting upon it's ugly visage until their very last breath. Only by their virtue were we able to stand triumphant, side by side under the same banner on this day.
And the fallen smiled upon us from the Halls of Awaiting.
Lost within unfamiliar lands, Earonohtar of Pelargir writes an account of his adventures within the land of Eriador after being shipwrecked during an important assignment. Hell-bent on finding his lost crew, he struggles to find a place aboard with no means of returning home.
I was exiled, cast out from my own lands, by the evil High Steward Denethor of Gondor. My heart wept and my mind railed against this injustice, yet ever foremost was my thought turned toward stopping whatever evilness the evil man was planning. Also, I hadn’t had lunch and I was getting a bit peckish. All in all, the overwhelming tragedy of my miserable lot made me quite grumpy indeed.
If memory serves me right, it was a fair day in a goodly Spring that the first stroke of the War of the Ring was struck, when an evil doom came to my door. I was sitting at table in my castle, somewhere in Gondor near Lamedon, enjoying a simple meal and pondering weighty matters of state, when I heard a knock at my door.1
Conspicuous by their absence from the wedding were Éomer and Éowyn of Rohan. They had business to attend to at Edoras, but Éomer would soon return to accompany Théoden's body on its journey home...
And Aragorn the King Elessar wedded Arwen Undómiel in the City of Kings upon the day of Midsummer, and the tale of their long waiting and labours was come to fulfilment.(1)
Having achieved Lothíriel's security, sisters Eregiel and Calentauriel were now free to roam the city. They went straight away to the gates of the city to witness the arrival of those who would be attending the wedding and, perhaps, the arrival of the wedding party itself. Fortunately, it was not long before familiar faces came into view.
At last the Súlrohir found safe harbour, anchoring at Harlond just beyond the Rammas Echor, the boundary wall of the Pelennor Fields. Eregiel and Calentauriel were very glad indeed that their four-day sea voyage had been safe and free of incident.