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Summary: As his kingdom crumbles around him, the last king of the Arthedain contemplates the rise and fall of the North Kingdom of Men.
Fornost Erain: The Northern Fortress of the Kings, last stronghold of Arthedain, the last hope for the Dúnedain of the North. Here amid the glittering spiers and ancient walls the Heir of Elendil sat upon his throne, weary after looking into the palantír and seeing the great host of foes arrayed before him. There would come no aid for the beleaguered people of the North, not in time, the Elves of Lindon and of Rivendell would not answer, the Dwarves of the Blue Mountains hid in their halls, and Gondor's ships were yet to sail.
'Arevdui" Thought the king, 'My name alone condemns my kingdom.' For indeed the heir of Isildur was given a name that seemed to foretell the end of the line of the North. Malbeth the seer, whose word was held in high regard declared that his name would be "Arevdui":Last King and so it was.
'But the heirs of Elendil will live on." Arevdui reminded himself, for indeed in the south Gondor still had its king, an Heir of Anárion who would continue the legacy of Numenor.
From his seat Arevdui looked out upon the greatest city of men left in the north. Its broad paved streets were packed with refugees fleeing from the Witch-King's army while soldiers hurried back and forth rushing to prepare the city for the oncoming siege.
'How did it come to this?' Wondered the Lord of Arthedain. 'Will this be the end of the legacy of Numenor? Even if Gondor survives, the seat of Elendil lies in ruins, Anumminas lies abandoned!''Even as the sun travels the sky she brings with her the news of Hillmen and foul orcs. Must my regin see the end of my house?'
Even as the lord of Fornost lamented the last stronghold of the Dúnedain still shone with its glittering spires and magnificent buildings rivaling that of Osgiliath itself. It's beauty a testement to the longevity and ingenuity of the Edain and their kingdoms. The last keep and the House of Kings shone in the late afternoon and the Knights of Fornost standing guard as they had for years uncounted. Perhaps the greatest mortal warriors left in Arda, but even the shining steel and stout hearts of these men would not be enough.
"No," spoke the king, "no the legacy of Elendil does not end here! We will fight, we will make these foul creatures pay for every stone in the streets. Let it be known that even at the end of hope the sons of Arnor did not surrender and they will enure!"
He spoke aloud to no one in paticular as if crying out against Illuvatar and the Valar.
"Let the forces of Angmar come! This is the domain of Isildur and Elendil and ere the Dagor Dagorath no force shall remove the Dúnedain from these lands!" And he let this out with a great shout and this was heard by the people and by the soldiers ever-watchful, and it gave them hope unlooked for. 'Here,' it was decieded in their hearts, 'that we will fight, we will stand, and we will honor the names of our forefathers.'
For tomorrow the Witch-King might come, and tomorrow Fornost might fall. But even if the wildmen and orcs unturn every stone and lay to ruin the last great city of the north, it was decided no force save Èru himself would ever extinguish the Dúnedain of Arnor.
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