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Post by Admin on Jan 8, 2021 2:25:27 GMT
Author: Archeress of Silverbow
Summary; Knowing of the march on Mordor, Elrond realises that the fate of Arda may rest on one tiny detail
Rating; K+
The half elf turned away, shaking the headache left by osanwe from between his ears. Estel was going to go to the Black Gate, to the very mouth of Mordor. He sank down into a chair, unable to still the shudders of fear that ran through his body. Mordor loved not the free peoples of Arda, unless to love was too destroy.
Many years before, a mortal king had challenged the dark gates and been lost.
Over an age ago, three kings and their heirs, by blood or defacto, had ridden to do battle with the dark land. From that eight who rode, only three came north again, and only two reached their kingdoms....
All of those were the heirs.
Estel had striven for years for this kingship, giving up his wish of simplicity and relative anonymity for it, and for Arwen. Now Elrond could only beg to the Valar and yea, to Eru himself, that his heart-son had not already taken the crown of the Southern Kingdom. For if he had...
He feared his son's fate was sealed to darkness.
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