Annals of Aman

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Tears of mine, sorrowful water of silence and grief, evidence of this world's wounds ye shall be, and dishevelled, withered and stained spoils ye are to wash and clean, and naught fell will in the end be, as wailing conscience justness and hope through the hard way is to find.

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The Fëanturi. The Masters of Spirits. These Valar, of whom two are counted among the Aratar of Valinórë; the mightiest of the Powers themselves. All three have great power and government over the spiritual dimension of Eä. One rules over the domain of dreams and vision. His brother is the ultimate judge of any soul who dwells in or simply passes through the Halls of Mandos. To him the fate of dead belongs. And their sister resides in the westernmost ends of the West itself, treading the shores of the forbidden Outer Ocean. She mourns for the wounds inflicted on Arda, yet grief becomes hope and endurance to bear the burden of toil.

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[...]Well, Dark Lord, there are forces in this world which were before Men and Elves, whose nature someone of your order should know well.

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The Eldar sing many things of their home, deeds and tale. Men are rarely to grasp what rests beneath the surface of soothing melodies, for there is also old and conscious wit, narrating both triumph and tragic demise. Death and the merriment of life. The hopeful gaze at what is to be, alongside nostalgia and apprehensive waiting.

Yet, in no way is Arda by phoney images described. Arda embraces all and naught forgets. The World is radiant life for the Immortals, as are they for the World as well.

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Not only does the kin of Arafinwë have the blood of Vanyar running in their veins, but their mother is of the people of Olwë, king of the Teleri of Aman. The three kinds of the Eldar are thus reunited and fused in these royal and extraordinary characters. Wise, gentle, just and gifted with wit.

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How could Men of a high ancestry forswear the bliss and rule of the sole Guardians of the World? Bonds were severed and a wicked intelligence made it so that past was forgotten. Mortality became an unbearable burden and even a sin in the eyes of the late Children. Fate was doomed and the one-time Land of the Gift became a somber graveyard under the surfaces of the sea.

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Turukáno, thou art king of glory and valour of old. Dauntless the spirit and incessant the pace, for through the death-bringing Ice thy people thou had to lead. Thy love perished along those frozen ends of miserable destiny. Hazard thou hast faced even when ye, Noldor, to the Hither-Lands have come. Hither ye came and the tenure of power was to be contested. Yet, vigorous blood flowed in thy veins, son of Ñolofinwë the Valiant. A pearl encircled by stone and peaks to thee was entrusted and offered. Consecrated with pride and awe, for thou art prime character of legends and mighty monarch under the bright Stars.

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Highest of the peaks. Above the very clouds and even higher. Here lies the Holy Mountain over which naught else in the world towers.

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Wake, first sons and daughters of the Children,
Long ye slept under darkness and amidst lone ways,
The deeds of the Star-kindler ye shall see as prime image, blessed and radiant, compass of your journey it is to be,
Of no illness ye are to bear the deadly toil, the passing of time will not burden your spirit also, for ye are life for this world and this world is life for you, and its fate shall be yours as yours shall be its.

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The last High King, of whom minstrels often sing,
Lone monument of the old valour, in the midst of storm and lack of honour,
The toil of endurance was his dearest ally, yet also burden which makes weary and leads whither solitary souls lie,
Of grand deeds and quests it is a tale, albeit grief for which one may naught but mourn and wail.

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His fell hands were eager to enter the gates of a pure domain,
Hands that labour and without mercy any order are to obey,
These are his deadly pawns in his thrall,
Yet, an older prowess they had to face, and water, begged by words of spell, the passage opted to bar.

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The gem of the Elder Days, as it was first imagined in the dreams of the king, brought by the magic of Ulmo who never had forsaken the cause of the exiled ones. Then, how the settlement evolved in anonymity and safety, in the ignorance of Morgoth and his vile minions. At last, how the tale ended with the most terrible of the outcomes.

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Vile serpents, breathing fire and mastering the art of illusion. They are a fell labour of the first Dark Lord. Meant to terrorise and torture those who had set foot on the Hither-Lands, which we deem lands of great suffering and strife.

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Elven king under the Stars, a son I gave thee and sole of such fiery spirit shall be, for none is to have kindred skills or the strength to walk the path of legends and tales, but I am not to behold my beloved child's life blossoming, for consumed am I by the most intense fire.

Compelled am I to forsake the shires of the living and to rest in the Halls of the Judge, who all doth right and fair.