Chapter One
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-Rebuilt Osgiliath-
I ride into Osgiliath the New, my rear end hurting from the third day solid ride from the kingdom of Rohan, the wind was sailing towards the north, towards the Lonely Mountain, the last kingdom of the Dwarves.
The long Elvish Glaive shifted a bit on my back, the steel gold etched blade catching the sun in its long five ft blade. The guards at the gate coming from what was once known as Mordor stopped me from entering Osgiliath.
"What is your Business here traveller?" The captain said.
"My business is my own, I wish to pass to Minas Tirith through this city." I replied in common tongue, I knew parts of Khuzdul the langauge of the dwarves but only really knew Elvish and common tongue.
"I meant you no harm traveller, just beware the animals and the holes in the ground on the three mile trek" The captain replied to my comment. it seems Minas Tirith has grown since the hundred years it has been since I visited Gondor. Rohan had grown too under the leadership of Eomer and his son Hamas but Hamas had suffered a brutal death at the hands of the Moria Goblins during the Fourth Age.
I continued to gallop through the streets and main bridge towards the building of the Palantri, however still deserted since the stone has never been found and the Elves that made the stone have long since passed into myth by travelling to Valinor.
Passing through the large gates at Rammas Echor, the line of defensive buildings long deserted by Gondor in its waning years of the 3rd Age, the small graves of soldier whom died there still visible from the small road leading to Minas Tirith, the City of Kings.
The large keel of stone loomed above me, the gates of woods and mithril opened slowly as I approached the ancient city, Longbowmen nocked arrows and aimed them at me as I approached. I spoke in Elvish, "I am no enemy of your Fair City, please lower your bows of wood, Fair Men." The white horse whom was named, "Karina", bore me through the gate before taking off at full gallop to the Citadel.
-Citadel-
Karina bucked as we approached the seventh level, there stood the White tree of Gondor and the Fountain Guard! I disembark from Karina and walk briskly to the Citadel, the hood covering my face.
"Stop! You may not enter the Citadel!"
A Fountain Guard was rushing at me with his spear at full extent, I hold my hands up in defense. "I am a friend of the King and Steward of these lands!" I pull off my hood, the dark brown hair falling down to my shoulders, my pointy ears shooting up.
"You are of Elf kind? Then you may pass, the King is expecting you." The Fountain Guard raised his spear and went back to his post, I went inside, there stood Prince Daromir and his bodyguard Boromir II, both armed in mail and swords, "I believe we are ready to head to the Lonely Mountain?"
"Yes, I'm going to have a few soldiers from our highly trained Numenorean training academy join us at the gate."
"Good."
I walked out of the Citadel, nodding to the Fountain Guard whom tried to stop me and remounted Karina, and took off to the gate as Daromir and Boromir followed me, I looked back as we left Minas Tirith and saw two figures hooded and cloaked following Daromir, I guess they were the Numenorean guards Daromir spoke of fondly.
Osgiliath flew by and soon we were on the edge of the Emyn Muil and the Dead Marshes, somewhat lessened by still there, We made camp and ate some of the meat that Daromir and the others packed.
The next morning we were off, heading north-northeast towards the last great kingdom of the Dwarves before heading to Lindon.
Coming Soon! Chapter 2!