Greetings to thee, friendly and noble people of the Edain Community. With thy consent and relying on thy infinite desire to journey through the untrodden paths of the ever-wavering seas of new proposals, I shall forward a concept, on my own majesty intrinsically fashioned, about which my mind had been hitherto pondering, agonising for yearning something which ought not to be asked or resting in the solace of an unceasing passion for what might be to pay us a visit. Pardon me, gentlemen, if thou shall deem my deed clouded by so much nostalgia for the spirit of the lore or by a will to achieve what is instead unattainable. A dangerous longing for the unknown that might often bode ill. Yet I asked myself: why should I not head thither, where my heart commands me to go? One should not view this attempt as a forlorn hope though, for the very proposal boasts many possible scopes for augmenting the quality of this project indeed. Therefore, I beg thee to subject the heart of this suggestion to thy sincerest judgment, so that naught shall be forsworn in the unstoppable progress of knowledge. As it is often heard among wise advices, this saying might be of just avail for us all:
Magnanimity is not seldom the truest wisdom. And so I ask that thou all be magnanimous about it.
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PARAMOUNT essence of all customs and indications the lore gently narrates. A thread of emotions, strife, grief, jubilee or despair. A very grand of a design which not even the Prussian rationalisation of the Edain Mod could oppose, given that not rarely the people who cherish colours and shapes had to withstand whom, on the contrary, had a perverse obsession with cold numbers and lifeless statistics. Yet we, the people of colours, many times triumphed and our ways were enlightened by the bliss of fortune and success. Widening our outlook, the prime element which renders all of this grandiose is exactly, I would infer, its marvellous conjunction with the mentioned inexorable themes. Bear yourselves that here shall be presented to thee something special, whose nourishment is nothing else but the Professor's intent and deepest vision. And I, as the herald who has been sent from the outer blessed space in thy aid, shall endeavour to accomplish my mission. Only in this way shall we find our way and proper continuation. My hope is entirely in the hands of the Lords who rule this sunny realm, for they never failed to take into account and to give life and concrete existence to our pleas, whatever their nature may have been.
Princess from the Elder Days
At the gravest hour, the angelic counterpart of Galadriel travels in the mazes of time and is summoned on the blood-tainted battlefield of the game. By the spellbook of multifaceted powers she is called. And from the empyrean Hyperuranion of the Elder Days she shall ride across fields, undaunted and uncontrollable. The player and his loyal allies shall have all the arts they crafted repaired and all the dead brought back to life again. Then, once the task is concluded, Galadriel shall disappear, veiled by northern lights, and return to the eternity awaiting her. All the people of the Good shall dispose of this ultimate miracle.