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Walküre:
The dwelling of sorcery


A story without merry ending indeed, it is the one of the twin-city of Gondor's stronghold carved in the stone, but this one was blessed by the rays of the clear Moon and its duty was to control the treacherous surroundings of the realm's one-time deadliest enemy, because this mighty fortress was raised into the cursed rock of the Mountains of Ashes, that of Mordor the enormous shield used to be, and such ill omen could only have presaged bad fortunes ahead, for the Evil knocked again on the gate of the Moon-tower, winning a contest and the possession of the city seizing with appalling success, so that the gruesome sorcerer who had wandered in the midst of grinding ice could twist the nature of the settlement, just to originate the perfect dwelling of sorcery, being it a ghostly beacon and dreadful warning of what would soon be established behind those mountains of despair.


The tale of Minas Morgul is a very somber one. The actual example and evidence of that corruption theme which is very much dear to Tolkien's literature. The Moon-city was once vigilant and ever-watchful of what was befalling over those peaks of shadows, past the very defence of Mordor. Alas, the night that used to bless this stronghold with lunar rays became darker and grimmer as time passed. Unto the moment in which a new master took possession of the city. Then, the nights of those ways would be plagued by terror and populated by the most gruesome sort of nightmares. A warning for whom might dare enter the dominion of the Dark Lord.

Walküre:
Premonition V


I have also seen light, in my dreams which toil and anxiety in the depth of my mind have summoned in such a chaotic order, for I also remember a mighty tower falling in disgrace and to all the evidence of victory signalling, while all the free were standing jubilant and celebrating the newly found and suffered triumph, when the juggernaut of tyranny collapsed on its very magnitude, defeated by the means of the humblest being, and a spirit of fire seemed to be tortured by pain atop the crushing fortress, as his fell flames were about to be worn off completely by western breezes once and for all.

Walküre:
Feral lands in western lands


Aye, you may too find feral paths and much wild places in the western lands beyond the chain of fog and mist,
Once, as the memory of few still recalls those times, a lively reign used to animate the surroundings of these forests and hills, and of the mead which in current time lies abandoned to the course of the sheer case,
It was the house of incredible smiths, authors of wonders which now no one might replicate for sure, should the attempt be aimed at mirroring what was of the past,
But after a war of vendetta and conquest, the blind rule of ruin took all within the desolation of its tenure, unto the moment when beauty in danger was transformed, for the woes of all who cherished peace along these western ways.


The lay of Eriador tells primarily the desolation of a once fertile land, and home to courteous people and industrious talents. A mixture of races and different stories. The sad chapter of its own lore began with the wars against Sauron for the seizing of the Rings of Power that were forged by the Elves of Eregion. The fierce conflict was cause of raiding and pillaging, along with the harmless inhabitants of the place fleeing in search of safer residences. Afterwards, the fall of Arnor created a void of power and authority in the region, which was then populated by scattered groups of Men, the Hobbits in the Shire, the Rangers in their villages and the Elves who had saved the memory of the glorious past that was, although the immortal kind was either secluded in its blissful sanctuary or awaiting departure on the shores of the sundering seas. By the end of the Third Age, most of the territory consisted of wild plains and hills, in which the safety of travel could not be assured.

Walküre:
Industry (the machinery of war)


We are taught that the wealth of a realm is much dependent on the scale and measure of its proper means, when the goods of its hard labour are destined to travel through long roads and reach far people whose needs benefit the offer at hand, or when great shipments and convoys sail for the marine routes, in a purpose of trade fair and lucrative for both parties involved,
This was given birth in other terms, however, while the White Wizard was keen on unearthing the caves of Orthanc and having the furnaces of his industry lit, for the production of such instruments of death was new and unknown, in a manner efficient and quick, for the sole purpose of arming a host of steel, and with the prime intent to make the machinery of war go round still.

Walküre:
Dwarves on the border


Dusty and full of uncanny mystery is the history of Dwarves, and if we are to leave aside the coming back of preceding spirits and the reincarnation of the old valour of a legendary bloodline, we shall see and learn that the first record of them is in the tales of Doriath, realm millennial and mighty, which the services of Dwarven craftsmanship extensively used, but Wood-elves of Beleriand seem to be the first to have met the new race at the dawn of its day, when the oldest individuals began to narrate the facts of their awakening in the world, as after the longest rest, in the caverns of the Blue Mountains that for that age the border of events would represent.

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