A/N Hey guys, what's up! I've been inactive for a very long time, but I decided to write this story because I've always loved Arnor and what would have happened to it. Enjoy the story.
Arnor had had many years of peace and prosperity. But in the reign of the ninth king since King Elessar, King Aravast, a shadow from the heart of Arnor itself, came a terrible shadow. In the five hundred years since King Elessar. In Rhudaur, the hill-men rose up against their Arnor overlords, and Aravast has had a very troubling reign, ascending the throne after his father, Erkanbrand II died in the night. Aravast and his generals know that there is something behind the Rhudaur Revolution, but they don't know what.
"Hill-men of Rhudaur! For too long have we lived under the reign of our Arnorian governors! Now it is the time to go free! Through those gates is the cowardly governor, Enumer! We will take this fort at any cost, and our allies have assured me that they will come to our aid. We will take this fort and kill all the soldiers behind that wall! FORWARD!" Otto, the leader of the Rhudaur Rebellion called out.
Then a horn sounded and the five thousand strong army of hill-men charged the walls. Flaming munitions flew over the walls, shot by the crude catapults. Arrows whistled overhead the battlefield falling down and piercing any flesh it could find. The hill-men brought ladders and battering rams, they put the ladders up against the wall and sent the beserkers in first. They killed mercilessly without end, often ripping bodies apart and kicking Arnorians off the walls. The captain in charge of the Arnorian militia was easily cut down, seeing they had no hope, the Arnorian militia fled. The battle raged for several more hours resulting in the hill-men's victory, they executed everyone that was left. They killed the children, carried the women off, and took all the spoils and ale. As was the hill-men's custom, they drank the blood of their fallen foes
"King Aravast, a messenger from the governor's fort in Rhudaur just arrived", A messenger announced.
"Send him in", the king shouted.
"My king, the hill-men of Rhudaur have risen up! They besieged the governor's fort, they killed everyone, women, children, and men. They are more organized than they were in the great war in the Third Age. I was the only one left alive. They left a standard, a red serpent against a golden field.", The messenger said before falling onto the floor, dead.
"This is very troubling, very troubling indeed. Get my messengers, I'm calling a War Council. Also get the elders, I will need them."
"As you all have been informed, Rhudaur has rebelled. According to the information we have, they have an organized army that managed to destroy one of our strongest forts in under a day. I fear that there is a bigger power at work", Aravast said
"Do you know what this power is?" one of his generals asked.
"There's only one person I can think of." The king responded, "When I was a child, I read a story of a man named Karon. This man was a very strong leader of the Variags in Khand, he formed an alliance with my great-grandfather, Erkenbrand. Karon betrayed Erkenbrand, raiding Cardolan and Lindon. Karon was actually a former follower of Morgoth, who gave him immortal life. I thought he died. He fought Erkenbrand's army, but he was defeated. He died in that battle, but he had a standard that he would put after he had victory, a red snake against a golden field. This sign was found at the Rhudaur battle site." Aravast said gravely.
"We must prepare for his coming" His greatest general, Carthaen III said, "I will gather my men."
A/N stay tuned for the next chapter.
