Over 400 years had passed since that day within the boarders of the
Greenwood. Many things had changed, and in it's balance, many things stayed
as they are and always had been.
The Orcs of the misty mountains continued to dwell, and it seemed to many
that they had acquired a new lease of life. Evil; it seemed, had once again
awakened in Middle Earth.
It was known to elves, and alike, that Korsol (of the World of Men) craved power and control over the elven kind. Jealous of their ways, possessions and reign. His heart was painted black, and it manifested with malice. An overbearing Orc; Dorkslur, ruled along-side Korsol and together they controlled their rabble of Orcs and Wild Men that inhabited the Old Witch Realms of Angmar and riddled the dark caves and tunnels of the Misty Mountains.
For the past century of years, Korsol had been plotting. Plotting to ravish the lands of the elves, take their possessions, gain their power. He had tried on numerous occasions in the past, to advance into the realms of elves only to be defeated by a firm defence, and fortuitous to escape with his life. A century of Human years suggests an old man, but not Korsol. Although not a Wizard, he practised with potions and spells intent with evil. It was rumoured that he maintained his long years by consuming the blood of slain elves and unicorns; the immortal kind. The kindred he himself longed to be.
"I think that we shall soon put our plans into action Dorkslur !" Korsol voiced in his slyness. A large map cloaked the table, red ink gestured a bid for invasion and capture of elf-inhabited land. Dorkslur beamed in anticipation, "Not before time my lord !"
Elrond stood close to a balcony, and with him his two sons; Elladan and Elrohir - dark-haired and grey-eyed the elven twins were statuesque in the glow of the moonlit sky. Encompassing the three Rivendell Elves; Hénduil of Lindon - the last surviving lands west of the Blue Mountains. Haldir of Lorien with his brothers Rúmil and Orophin - all three March Warden's of the Golden Wood. Thranduil - Sindarin King of Northern Mirkwood, and his son, Legolas - Prince of the Mirkwood Elves.
"It has come to my attention that Korsol and his rabble of Orc's, have been... somewhat... quiet of late." Elrond informed the small gathering. "Attacks that were so often made, have dwindled to almost nothing." "Is that not welcome news; Korsol retreats!" Thranduil added. "It would seem so." Elrond explained "But my mind has more than a suspicion Korsol is planning his next deed. Destined, he may be, to inflict evil amongst the elven kind."
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She ran through the rain, the sodden ground splashing soil upon her skirts. Hurrying up the steps, she rested briefly as she reached shelter, her chest heaving a little from her breath. Anólindë caught a reflection of her image in a nearby pane of glass and smiled amusingly at her misfortune at being caught in this down-pour. 'Ever the prim and proper one.' She made her way to her room for a change of clothes, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible due to the condition of her appearance. Her room was to be her only intention. But she could not help but notice a conversation that fell upon her ears as she passed a balcony on-route...
"Why such concern Lord Elrond? We have defeated many attempts made by Korsol and alike before now." inquired Haldir. "I fear that this attempt will require much effort from the elven defence than previously disbursed. Korsol is stronger - you have seen how Orcs have dwelt in the seasons past. A mistake of nature it is not, there lies a reason." "An army!" Elrohir explained further.
"So we draft more armed fighters; onlookers over our lands. Disperse word of what we have spoken here. We shall be prepared, and vanquish this evil indefinitely." "That we shall Hénduil, but the latter I fear, shall not be a task of ease."
"Korsol means to rid our Realms, take control. He requires a great deal more force than a physical army." Elladan voiced. "Korsol possesses a scheme which reaches beyond the battle plain." "He owns a much wiser mind than before, and with it; new power." Elrohir concluded.
Orophin was puzzled. "Power. You speak of it as if it be an object?" "Mírëllo i Áralómë." Elrond cut in, his voice cold. "Jewel of the Dawn Shadow..." Haldir translated the High Elven audibly, slowly meeting Elrond's gaze, " Korsol has it?" Elrond nodded his head, "It is believed that it exists in his possession."
From her paused stance below the conversation, it was clear that she had lingered too long, and payment resulted in capture. Elladan was watching her sternly, fortunately only he. Anólindë hurried off, guilty of listening to words that did not belong to her thoughts. She headed to her chamber, her mind automatically chewing over the conversation. She knew only too well the tale behind the Jewel that Elrond spoke of. At it's mention Anólindë was transfixed; listening to the conversation for longer than she should have.
It was known to elves, and alike, that Korsol (of the World of Men) craved power and control over the elven kind. Jealous of their ways, possessions and reign. His heart was painted black, and it manifested with malice. An overbearing Orc; Dorkslur, ruled along-side Korsol and together they controlled their rabble of Orcs and Wild Men that inhabited the Old Witch Realms of Angmar and riddled the dark caves and tunnels of the Misty Mountains.
For the past century of years, Korsol had been plotting. Plotting to ravish the lands of the elves, take their possessions, gain their power. He had tried on numerous occasions in the past, to advance into the realms of elves only to be defeated by a firm defence, and fortuitous to escape with his life. A century of Human years suggests an old man, but not Korsol. Although not a Wizard, he practised with potions and spells intent with evil. It was rumoured that he maintained his long years by consuming the blood of slain elves and unicorns; the immortal kind. The kindred he himself longed to be.
"I think that we shall soon put our plans into action Dorkslur !" Korsol voiced in his slyness. A large map cloaked the table, red ink gestured a bid for invasion and capture of elf-inhabited land. Dorkslur beamed in anticipation, "Not before time my lord !"
Elrond stood close to a balcony, and with him his two sons; Elladan and Elrohir - dark-haired and grey-eyed the elven twins were statuesque in the glow of the moonlit sky. Encompassing the three Rivendell Elves; Hénduil of Lindon - the last surviving lands west of the Blue Mountains. Haldir of Lorien with his brothers Rúmil and Orophin - all three March Warden's of the Golden Wood. Thranduil - Sindarin King of Northern Mirkwood, and his son, Legolas - Prince of the Mirkwood Elves.
"It has come to my attention that Korsol and his rabble of Orc's, have been... somewhat... quiet of late." Elrond informed the small gathering. "Attacks that were so often made, have dwindled to almost nothing." "Is that not welcome news; Korsol retreats!" Thranduil added. "It would seem so." Elrond explained "But my mind has more than a suspicion Korsol is planning his next deed. Destined, he may be, to inflict evil amongst the elven kind."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
She ran through the rain, the sodden ground splashing soil upon her skirts. Hurrying up the steps, she rested briefly as she reached shelter, her chest heaving a little from her breath. Anólindë caught a reflection of her image in a nearby pane of glass and smiled amusingly at her misfortune at being caught in this down-pour. 'Ever the prim and proper one.' She made her way to her room for a change of clothes, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible due to the condition of her appearance. Her room was to be her only intention. But she could not help but notice a conversation that fell upon her ears as she passed a balcony on-route...
"Why such concern Lord Elrond? We have defeated many attempts made by Korsol and alike before now." inquired Haldir. "I fear that this attempt will require much effort from the elven defence than previously disbursed. Korsol is stronger - you have seen how Orcs have dwelt in the seasons past. A mistake of nature it is not, there lies a reason." "An army!" Elrohir explained further.
"So we draft more armed fighters; onlookers over our lands. Disperse word of what we have spoken here. We shall be prepared, and vanquish this evil indefinitely." "That we shall Hénduil, but the latter I fear, shall not be a task of ease."
"Korsol means to rid our Realms, take control. He requires a great deal more force than a physical army." Elladan voiced. "Korsol possesses a scheme which reaches beyond the battle plain." "He owns a much wiser mind than before, and with it; new power." Elrohir concluded.
Orophin was puzzled. "Power. You speak of it as if it be an object?" "Mírëllo i Áralómë." Elrond cut in, his voice cold. "Jewel of the Dawn Shadow..." Haldir translated the High Elven audibly, slowly meeting Elrond's gaze, " Korsol has it?" Elrond nodded his head, "It is believed that it exists in his possession."
From her paused stance below the conversation, it was clear that she had lingered too long, and payment resulted in capture. Elladan was watching her sternly, fortunately only he. Anólindë hurried off, guilty of listening to words that did not belong to her thoughts. She headed to her chamber, her mind automatically chewing over the conversation. She knew only too well the tale behind the Jewel that Elrond spoke of. At it's mention Anólindë was transfixed; listening to the conversation for longer than she should have.
