Our heralds have come forwarded with news from afar. A new threat has been seen. He is called Arioch Valar - the Duke of Hell. Lothlorien is not built, the Mirkwood has burned. The armies are no longer trained. The practice fields lay overgrown and barren. My people, my kin, are lost. Two have come and said they will help rebuild, Prince Legolas-Greenleaf Thranduillion and my grandfather the High Lord Finwë Northernstar. We need so many more. I cannot show despair. Strength is needed. I lift the pitcher of water. I gaze into the ripples in hopes of seeing something. Even the mirror no longer sends back a hint of what is to come. I look to my right, where one should be standing. I stretch out my hand in hopes it will be taken. Nothing. I am alone. *head bowed* Please Eru Ilúvatar, I beg of you, please do not forsake your children. Not at this time of great need. May you send messengers to help us. For I feel our time is shorten with the new one who has appeared. Hear my plea all the Gods of High, and join us fight this new enemy.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 05:53:05 +0000
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