New Beginnings Chapter 7
The Gathering
Gondor stands upon the edge of destruction and so like dominos will the rest of middle earth fall, Donvans great army has marched to assault the white city and retake his throne. Imrahil with a great company of captives heads north to seek answers and help.
Over the snowy plains of the forgotten realm lie nothing but ancient ruins, woodlands and mountains far as the eye can see. Imrahil has seen this place before for his mission was to cleanse all of the lands under one banner. For many days the great company marched without much food or rest for the enemy grew strong for Imrahil knew this. Imrahil finally halted the company for they had seemingly reached the edge of the forgotten realm for no person alive in middle earth at the time new any lands past the forgotten realms. Imrahil could see three giant mountains filled with snow they were encircled by wooded areas, they had gone as far as they could. In front of Imrahil were many ruins and tablets of old, Genry walked over to the ruins in front and Imrahil followed. Neither man said a word for they gazed in wonder at the fallen statues of Kings and tablets filled with ancient writing.
Genry looked in awe at the sight he could see, "So my lord what next, do we tackle the great mountains or shall we turn back, for it seems the kings of old were halted here also and possibly died here"
The snow began to start again for the company were freezing and wished to leave this place but Imrahil knew many or even all would die by the cold before they find shelter. Many of the company began to doubt Imrahil for he stood silent looking at the mountains curiously. Around Imrahils feet he could see that the tablets were set into an arrow which pointed forward. Imrahils face turned pale as he placed his hand on the tablets as he did this his hand slipped and moved one of the tablets to the side by mistake. The tablets were easily moved for Imrahil began to move them away and he could see a small opening which led underground with stairs which led down. Genry smiled as the company began to regain hope as Imrahil lit a torch on the wall of the entrance and began to delve into tunnel. The stair case spiralled down until it ended and Imrahil found himself level underground in a small corridor filled with unlit torches. As Imrahil lit the torches he could see paintings and writing on the walls, the writing was a language Imrahil did not understand. The paintings were filled with great battles; Imrahil was amazed at the detail of the cave as he walked slowly down the corridor which led into a great chamber filled with storage equipment.
Imrahil turned to the company who were gathered in the room, "Take what you can carry for these weapons of old will serve you well, for I ask you to follow me down deep into this cave for I believe our salvation lies ahead"
Imrahil led the company down the long dark corridors until they came at last to a small opening which they managed to squeeze through. The company entered dense woodland and stumbled through the area for a while until at last they reached a beautiful open green land with a clear blue sky. The company embraced and smiled for they felt warm and were happy, Genry smiled and glanced to Imrahil with a warm smile. As they cheered a great gush was felt across there faces and they could hear a great voice speaking to them, the voice was menacing but they felt safe at the same time. The voice spoke to each of the people individually, Imrahils face turned grave for he was worried by this.
The great voice spoke one final sentence to all, "You have entered the sacred realm, you have two choices you must make, your land lies in ruin if you stay I have seen this your people suffer, that is only if you stay", there was a silence and a great gush, "But if you decide to go back and save your land my people will help you in this task, the decision is yours, choose wisely"
The voice gave them temptation and salvation for many of the company wanted to stay and enjoy the beautiful place but they were cursed to stay in this realm for good never to return or save there people. Imrahil strode forward followed by not so many of the followers.
Imrahil spoke aloud to the land, "The peoples who have followed me will return to our land to help, but we came seeking help I would feel it is in vain if we go back without any. I do no judge the people who stay it is there will they are good people they have followed me for many days through hell and back"
Imrahil stood back as they could see to there right a great river which led for many miles, upon the river bank was placed a great ship of silver. Imrahil and the company strode down the river bank to the ship, Genry looked worried but Imrahil walked onto the ship without hesitation. The ship sailed down the river as the men clothed themselves in the attire which was on the ship, the men were know clad in beautiful silver armour and great shields and swords of old. Imrahil was given by the men a great helm which was found deep in the ship, the helm was that of gold and shone in the sun. As the ship entered a greater river Imrahil could see to his amazement many other hundreds of ships sailing along side them down the river.
The great voice began to speak once more, "Go now seek your salvation for a greater darkness is coming to your land, he has awoken and is coming to destroy middle earth. The ships you see are the men of the Valor who will fight for your freedom for they have felt the wrath of the darkness also and wish revenge for themselves. For this my friends is the gathering of the Valor, go with the good will of the Valor and do not fear the darkness"
Imrahil smiled and nodded as the great host of ships left the beautiful land and turned back to Middle Earth for the final battle was at hand or so they thought.
Gondor stands upon the edge of destruction and so like dominos will the rest of middle earth fall, Donvans great army has marched to assault the white city and retake his throne. Imrahil with a great company of captives heads north to seek answers and help.
Over the snowy plains of the forgotten realm lie nothing but ancient ruins, woodlands and mountains far as the eye can see. Imrahil has seen this place before for his mission was to cleanse all of the lands under one banner. For many days the great company marched without much food or rest for the enemy grew strong for Imrahil knew this. Imrahil finally halted the company for they had seemingly reached the edge of the forgotten realm for no person alive in middle earth at the time new any lands past the forgotten realms. Imrahil could see three giant mountains filled with snow they were encircled by wooded areas, they had gone as far as they could. In front of Imrahil were many ruins and tablets of old, Genry walked over to the ruins in front and Imrahil followed. Neither man said a word for they gazed in wonder at the fallen statues of Kings and tablets filled with ancient writing.
Genry looked in awe at the sight he could see, "So my lord what next, do we tackle the great mountains or shall we turn back, for it seems the kings of old were halted here also and possibly died here"
The snow began to start again for the company were freezing and wished to leave this place but Imrahil knew many or even all would die by the cold before they find shelter. Many of the company began to doubt Imrahil for he stood silent looking at the mountains curiously. Around Imrahils feet he could see that the tablets were set into an arrow which pointed forward. Imrahils face turned pale as he placed his hand on the tablets as he did this his hand slipped and moved one of the tablets to the side by mistake. The tablets were easily moved for Imrahil began to move them away and he could see a small opening which led underground with stairs which led down. Genry smiled as the company began to regain hope as Imrahil lit a torch on the wall of the entrance and began to delve into tunnel. The stair case spiralled down until it ended and Imrahil found himself level underground in a small corridor filled with unlit torches. As Imrahil lit the torches he could see paintings and writing on the walls, the writing was a language Imrahil did not understand. The paintings were filled with great battles; Imrahil was amazed at the detail of the cave as he walked slowly down the corridor which led into a great chamber filled with storage equipment.
Imrahil turned to the company who were gathered in the room, "Take what you can carry for these weapons of old will serve you well, for I ask you to follow me down deep into this cave for I believe our salvation lies ahead"
Imrahil led the company down the long dark corridors until they came at last to a small opening which they managed to squeeze through. The company entered dense woodland and stumbled through the area for a while until at last they reached a beautiful open green land with a clear blue sky. The company embraced and smiled for they felt warm and were happy, Genry smiled and glanced to Imrahil with a warm smile. As they cheered a great gush was felt across there faces and they could hear a great voice speaking to them, the voice was menacing but they felt safe at the same time. The voice spoke to each of the people individually, Imrahils face turned grave for he was worried by this.
The great voice spoke one final sentence to all, "You have entered the sacred realm, you have two choices you must make, your land lies in ruin if you stay I have seen this your people suffer, that is only if you stay", there was a silence and a great gush, "But if you decide to go back and save your land my people will help you in this task, the decision is yours, choose wisely"
The voice gave them temptation and salvation for many of the company wanted to stay and enjoy the beautiful place but they were cursed to stay in this realm for good never to return or save there people. Imrahil strode forward followed by not so many of the followers.
Imrahil spoke aloud to the land, "The peoples who have followed me will return to our land to help, but we came seeking help I would feel it is in vain if we go back without any. I do no judge the people who stay it is there will they are good people they have followed me for many days through hell and back"
Imrahil stood back as they could see to there right a great river which led for many miles, upon the river bank was placed a great ship of silver. Imrahil and the company strode down the river bank to the ship, Genry looked worried but Imrahil walked onto the ship without hesitation. The ship sailed down the river as the men clothed themselves in the attire which was on the ship, the men were know clad in beautiful silver armour and great shields and swords of old. Imrahil was given by the men a great helm which was found deep in the ship, the helm was that of gold and shone in the sun. As the ship entered a greater river Imrahil could see to his amazement many other hundreds of ships sailing along side them down the river.
The great voice began to speak once more, "Go now seek your salvation for a greater darkness is coming to your land, he has awoken and is coming to destroy middle earth. The ships you see are the men of the Valor who will fight for your freedom for they have felt the wrath of the darkness also and wish revenge for themselves. For this my friends is the gathering of the Valor, go with the good will of the Valor and do not fear the darkness"
Imrahil smiled and nodded as the great host of ships left the beautiful land and turned back to Middle Earth for the final battle was at hand or so they thought.