Mossburg32908
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This is just a story i have been writing, its uses the lord of the rings places, now in the begining there are very long names in the prelude but the long names become a comical releif through the story because people get them mixed up and all, they joke about them, its not finished but I would like to know what you think, theres not much there. enjoy
In the beginning the races where normal men until they evolved to the relic they where given. The Aldaradan became agile and able to camouflage with the trees. The Adannen became amphibious, able to breathe under water and they had large webbed feet to swim fast. Naradan where able to sustain massive amounts of heat and had very rough skin. Each of these races became experperts in there own abode.
In the center of Narnenorndor the rulers of the races created a grand fortress which they made of stone and named Ondostmar. The fortress was split in three. The three races lived in Ondostmar harmoniously. Until the races became corrupt with the relics. Racism began among them, and they began to fight. Now the lord of fire were against the fighting and tried to convince the others to stop their fighting. The other two would not have it and drove them away. The lord of fire knew that none of this would have happened if the lord of the trees hadnt gotten so greedy with the land. The three races took there relics and fled, when they did this the surrounding forests died, the fires where extinguished, and they water was drained. The lords of the three races had there powers taken away but there immortality remained, the only way to get the powers back was to bring the relics back to the original place where they were given, in the middle of the island, where Ondostmar was built. In the very center out the city was a place to put each relic, these were there rightful places.
The country was split into three parts. To the south the lords of the forests replanted the great seed Aldar and created a massive forest. To the north-east the lords of fire stumbled upon an excavated mountain. Here is where they unleashed Nar and made the mountain into a volcano. To the north-west the lords of the water flooded the area and lived here. Throughout the time the lords of the trees tried to augment there forest into the other lands, but it would not work seeing as all the relics were equal.
Throughout history the lords of trees and water fought, but the lords of fire remained in there own part of the island, accepting outcasts from the other regions as their own. They would only fight in defense. The king of the fire created a family, the line of his family was immortal as well, his son, Narkpa, thought that they should stand up and fight for there region. The king would not do any such thing. His son and fought about this daily.
1500 A.C. (After Creation of the relics) a ship arrives at the northern shore on the border line of the land of fire and water
The flag of Numenor raised high in the wind. Water brushed against the side of the ship. Karanor looked out at the shore. Karanor was tall, had long hair to his shoulders, and was a general of Numenorean army. Him and his men had left their abode after the remembrance of King Arnaral. The cool wind blew in Karanors face as the shipped jerked, they had landed. There came a familiar voice from the hull of the ship
Good, we have landed! it was King Arnarim son of Arnaral, he was not only Karanors king, he was a life time friend. His father was slain in a long and tiresome battle when a threat came to them in their home land.
Karanor was the first to step out on the soft sand. The second was a brute by the name of Geopholasis, everyone called him Geo. Geo was a very big man, one of the strongest in Numenor. He was very arrogant, but so kind and loyal. He had short jagged hair, with a scar over his eye, wearing a tunic the was so very battered. His weapon was a long battle axe, and a wicked weapon it was. The jagged edge matched the notches in the handle which were a sign for every ten men he had slain, it had twenty seven.
Well, lets scout this place out. Geo said in a rough voice. Karanor and Geo walked on. It was a warm, windy day. Karanor started to take a liking to this beach, it reminded him of home. Sometimes he would travel just to walk the Bay of Romenna. The beaches there were so soft. Yet as the years past this beautiful beach became a home of death, a great battle took place there, now scavengers come to take whatever they can find. Karanor and Geo went separate ways to look around the shore. Although they only went thirty feet from it, it seemed to be getting hotter. This place is strange Karanor thought, the farther away from the ship I get, the heat increases. Karanor jumped, some ones hand was on his shoulder, he turned his head fast, it was King Arnarim. Arnarim had long blonde hair, he was a young mildly built man, medium height, fit. He wore the tunic of the Numenorean kings.
I am glad that we finally found a place for our people he said. This island was going to be an addition to Numenor. The people of their country had grown immensely.
Yes, Karanor said our tree has cultivated. something caught Karanors eye. This object he saw was feathery looking, Karanor pulled it out of the deep sandy surface of the beach. It was an long arrow, but it was burned, Karanor observed it. There must be some sort of tribe here. Karanor claimed I wonder if they are a large tribe.
Do you fear they will drive us away? Arnarim asked, even though he knew Karanors answer.
No, of course not, its just, I would rather take this isle in peace. Karanor said
For all we know, this tribe might join us. They might even be dead. Arnarim pondered. Karanor shrugged.
Arnarim stared into the interior of the island. He started to walk into tall bushes. Karanor followed. As they pushed the bushes aside there was a reddish-orange glare that filled his eyes. He looked into a great lava pit in the distance. It must have been a half mile away. His eyes immediately looks to the east. A towering volcano was in the distance. Now Karanor knew why the heat was so intense. Karanors eye drew back to the south past the lava pit, in the far distance a great white, stone structure could be seen.
This place is more inhabited as it seems. the king said, looking as amazed as Karanor. Geo came behind them, he opened his mouth but did not speak.
This is very interesting. came a voice behind them. Karanor recognize this voice, it belonged to a historian named Ozar. Ozar was a very old man. The top of his head was bald, but around the side he had mildly long hair. His skin was wrinkled and sagging. He walked with a cane that looked more like a tree branch and wore a long hooded robe. He never used the hood unless it raining. In their country of Numenor he was respected by many. He knew everything about land formations and could name every country in Arda. Very interesting, My maps show no record of this place. he said while studying his great book of maps and archives. This book never left Ozars side.
Why do you carry that big heavy book around, you know youre too weak to carry it. Geo said mocking Ozar. Here let me hold it you old m- he was cut off. Ozar had just struck Geo hard in the head with his cane. It made a noise like a tree falling.
Stop babbling you fool or Ill put another lump on your dull head. Ozar said sticking his cane in the ground. Geo was rubbing his head furiously. Beside Im not that old.
Your ninety-three! Arnarim exclaimed.
Oh! Ozar said waving his hand at him. Ozar didnt treat Arnarim like a king. He was always very friendly to him. Although not caring and being rude was being friendly to Ozar. But Ozar was not like this to Karanor. He felt different about him, though he does not know why.
Ozar leaned over to Karanor and said Actually, Im ninety-six! he laughed. Karanor shook his head and snorted.
What do you think about this fortress? Karanor asked trying to get them back on subject.
Well, it looks abandoned. You see the vines running up the walls, and there is a decent size hole in that tower there. Ozar said examining the tower in the far distance. Karanor squinted, he could see the vines and, just like Ozar said, there was a hole in the tower.
Finally, they have come. Arnarim said turning back to the beach. Karanor and the others turned also. A small armada of ships had just landed. Numenorean rangers were marching out of the hauls of the great ships.
Prologue
There once was island named Narnenorndor, which consisted of three races: the Aldaradan, lords of the forest, Naradan lords of fire, the Adannen lords of the water. The rulers of these races where given magical powers Immortality, and a relic of the gods by the gods. The Aldaradan where given a great seed which would spawn a great tree and create a forest around it, this was called Aldar. The Naradan where given a everlasting flame which would burn all in its path, this was called Nar. The Adannen where given Nen, the purest water which could create mass amounts of water in an instant. None of these were superior to another. The three races cherished these relics and based the name of their races and royalty around them. The ruler of Aldaradans name was Tar-araldar. The ruler of Naradan was Tar-arnar, and the ruler of Adannen was Tar-arnen.
In the beginning the races where normal men until they evolved to the relic they where given. The Aldaradan became agile and able to camouflage with the trees. The Adannen became amphibious, able to breathe under water and they had large webbed feet to swim fast. Naradan where able to sustain massive amounts of heat and had very rough skin. Each of these races became experperts in there own abode.
In the center of Narnenorndor the rulers of the races created a grand fortress which they made of stone and named Ondostmar. The fortress was split in three. The three races lived in Ondostmar harmoniously. Until the races became corrupt with the relics. Racism began among them, and they began to fight. Now the lord of fire were against the fighting and tried to convince the others to stop their fighting. The other two would not have it and drove them away. The lord of fire knew that none of this would have happened if the lord of the trees hadnt gotten so greedy with the land. The three races took there relics and fled, when they did this the surrounding forests died, the fires where extinguished, and they water was drained. The lords of the three races had there powers taken away but there immortality remained, the only way to get the powers back was to bring the relics back to the original place where they were given, in the middle of the island, where Ondostmar was built. In the very center out the city was a place to put each relic, these were there rightful places.
The country was split into three parts. To the south the lords of the forests replanted the great seed Aldar and created a massive forest. To the north-east the lords of fire stumbled upon an excavated mountain. Here is where they unleashed Nar and made the mountain into a volcano. To the north-west the lords of the water flooded the area and lived here. Throughout the time the lords of the trees tried to augment there forest into the other lands, but it would not work seeing as all the relics were equal.
Throughout history the lords of trees and water fought, but the lords of fire remained in there own part of the island, accepting outcasts from the other regions as their own. They would only fight in defense. The king of the fire created a family, the line of his family was immortal as well, his son, Narkpa, thought that they should stand up and fight for there region. The king would not do any such thing. His son and fought about this daily.
1500 A.C. (After Creation of the relics) a ship arrives at the northern shore on the border line of the land of fire and water
Chapter 1
Good, we have landed! it was King Arnarim son of Arnaral, he was not only Karanors king, he was a life time friend. His father was slain in a long and tiresome battle when a threat came to them in their home land.
Karanor was the first to step out on the soft sand. The second was a brute by the name of Geopholasis, everyone called him Geo. Geo was a very big man, one of the strongest in Numenor. He was very arrogant, but so kind and loyal. He had short jagged hair, with a scar over his eye, wearing a tunic the was so very battered. His weapon was a long battle axe, and a wicked weapon it was. The jagged edge matched the notches in the handle which were a sign for every ten men he had slain, it had twenty seven.
Well, lets scout this place out. Geo said in a rough voice. Karanor and Geo walked on. It was a warm, windy day. Karanor started to take a liking to this beach, it reminded him of home. Sometimes he would travel just to walk the Bay of Romenna. The beaches there were so soft. Yet as the years past this beautiful beach became a home of death, a great battle took place there, now scavengers come to take whatever they can find. Karanor and Geo went separate ways to look around the shore. Although they only went thirty feet from it, it seemed to be getting hotter. This place is strange Karanor thought, the farther away from the ship I get, the heat increases. Karanor jumped, some ones hand was on his shoulder, he turned his head fast, it was King Arnarim. Arnarim had long blonde hair, he was a young mildly built man, medium height, fit. He wore the tunic of the Numenorean kings.
I am glad that we finally found a place for our people he said. This island was going to be an addition to Numenor. The people of their country had grown immensely.
Yes, Karanor said our tree has cultivated. something caught Karanors eye. This object he saw was feathery looking, Karanor pulled it out of the deep sandy surface of the beach. It was an long arrow, but it was burned, Karanor observed it. There must be some sort of tribe here. Karanor claimed I wonder if they are a large tribe.
Do you fear they will drive us away? Arnarim asked, even though he knew Karanors answer.
No, of course not, its just, I would rather take this isle in peace. Karanor said
For all we know, this tribe might join us. They might even be dead. Arnarim pondered. Karanor shrugged.
Arnarim stared into the interior of the island. He started to walk into tall bushes. Karanor followed. As they pushed the bushes aside there was a reddish-orange glare that filled his eyes. He looked into a great lava pit in the distance. It must have been a half mile away. His eyes immediately looks to the east. A towering volcano was in the distance. Now Karanor knew why the heat was so intense. Karanors eye drew back to the south past the lava pit, in the far distance a great white, stone structure could be seen.
This place is more inhabited as it seems. the king said, looking as amazed as Karanor. Geo came behind them, he opened his mouth but did not speak.
This is very interesting. came a voice behind them. Karanor recognize this voice, it belonged to a historian named Ozar. Ozar was a very old man. The top of his head was bald, but around the side he had mildly long hair. His skin was wrinkled and sagging. He walked with a cane that looked more like a tree branch and wore a long hooded robe. He never used the hood unless it raining. In their country of Numenor he was respected by many. He knew everything about land formations and could name every country in Arda. Very interesting, My maps show no record of this place. he said while studying his great book of maps and archives. This book never left Ozars side.
Why do you carry that big heavy book around, you know youre too weak to carry it. Geo said mocking Ozar. Here let me hold it you old m- he was cut off. Ozar had just struck Geo hard in the head with his cane. It made a noise like a tree falling.
Stop babbling you fool or Ill put another lump on your dull head. Ozar said sticking his cane in the ground. Geo was rubbing his head furiously. Beside Im not that old.
Your ninety-three! Arnarim exclaimed.
Oh! Ozar said waving his hand at him. Ozar didnt treat Arnarim like a king. He was always very friendly to him. Although not caring and being rude was being friendly to Ozar. But Ozar was not like this to Karanor. He felt different about him, though he does not know why.
Ozar leaned over to Karanor and said Actually, Im ninety-six! he laughed. Karanor shook his head and snorted.
What do you think about this fortress? Karanor asked trying to get them back on subject.
Well, it looks abandoned. You see the vines running up the walls, and there is a decent size hole in that tower there. Ozar said examining the tower in the far distance. Karanor squinted, he could see the vines and, just like Ozar said, there was a hole in the tower.
Finally, they have come. Arnarim said turning back to the beach. Karanor and the others turned also. A small armada of ships had just landed. Numenorean rangers were marching out of the hauls of the great ships.
