Second Age

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Why would I not? I have dreamed of this moment for thousands of years."

"Mythrenniel, you are my friend, yes?"

"What? Of course! What makes you-"

F.A 520

"We could leave everything behind. We could just run. Live by ourselves, the dream of us we never achieved. We could live alone in these forests, raise a child to be better than either of us. It would be paradise."

"... Do you mean that?"

North Ithilien; winter; pre-dawn

This collection weaves together Lady Orneth's diary entries and my mother Marillindië's notes to share their stories in one place. I have tried my best to preserve and bring life to these accounts, though some pages are sadly missing. My friend Falchwing has also added thoughtful comments throughout, offering another perspective and helping to add depth to the tales.

Evendim, tiny isle near Lake Nenuial’s eastern shore, early summer, present days

Earcalie did not regret one bit taking a detour from the road home to accompany a couple of acquaintances she met few days before on the northern border of the Shire. She had planned to traverse quickly into Ered Luin avoiding to disturb the little folk, when her path crossed with siblings Feriel and Medon.

Year 3434 of the Second Age.

“Greaves, to make your step undaunted.” 

“Gauntlets, so that your hands know no bite save that of your own weapon.” 

“The Cuirass, to shield your heart from weariness.” 

“The Mantle, to carry the burden of The Thousand.” 

“The Helm, so that the Enemy knows whom to fear.” 

“You are wrath, and you are ruin. You are The Spear and The Shield. A torch carried at midnight. You are war made manifest. Duty unto death.”