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Chapter 1: Endings
He bore himself with the poise that only thousands of years of refinement could produce. Defeat was not a word he was well acquainted with, He was good and he new it. As the captain of thousands upon thousands of warriors he looked down on the battle before him and knew his time had come. This hour had his name written all over it. Not that his name could be rememberd or recorded for that matter, but none the less this would be the first day of his true revival.
Or so he thought.
Horns blared in the North heralding the coming of the Rohan's renowned riders. This did not concern him. He knew , with all assurity that he would be slain by no man. Many had tried, and failed.
He did not know that she would be in that company.
In the hour of Gondor's greatest need Theoden Ednew, son of Thengel led his riders to the battle of the Pelennor fields with revenge in his heart. Revenge would not be enough to save him. Falling from his horse Snowmane, he did not see his young esquire stab the creature, orhis sister-daughter Eowyn lay the final blow.
No man could slay him. He had not expected a women. Wheater he had taken the prophasy literally and felt no threat from the Edain or he had looked away from the swords of the men, it was to late. With a last bitter cry he left the world and the third age behind. Never to darken the hills or plains again.
In that age of the world.
Ten days later Sauron was defeated.Ten days later Isildur's heir would lead his victorious army. Ten days later a new age would begin.
Chapter 1: Endings
He bore himself with the poise that only thousands of years of refinement could produce. Defeat was not a word he was well acquainted with, He was good and he new it. As the captain of thousands upon thousands of warriors he looked down on the battle before him and knew his time had come. This hour had his name written all over it. Not that his name could be rememberd or recorded for that matter, but none the less this would be the first day of his true revival.
Or so he thought.
Horns blared in the North heralding the coming of the Rohan's renowned riders. This did not concern him. He knew , with all assurity that he would be slain by no man. Many had tried, and failed.
He did not know that she would be in that company.
In the hour of Gondor's greatest need Theoden Ednew, son of Thengel led his riders to the battle of the Pelennor fields with revenge in his heart. Revenge would not be enough to save him. Falling from his horse Snowmane, he did not see his young esquire stab the creature, orhis sister-daughter Eowyn lay the final blow.
No man could slay him. He had not expected a women. Wheater he had taken the prophasy literally and felt no threat from the Edain or he had looked away from the swords of the men, it was to late. With a last bitter cry he left the world and the third age behind. Never to darken the hills or plains again.
In that age of the world.
Ten days later Sauron was defeated.Ten days later Isildur's heir would lead his victorious army. Ten days later a new age would begin.