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Title: The End of Arnor and Angmar, the North Rivals. (#3341)
Author: SAURON
Chapters: 1

Archive: Tolkien
Category: Lord of the Rings
Description: The fall of the two kingdoms as told by Arvedui and the lord of Carn Dum.
Published: 04 Mar 2007
Updated: 04 Mar 2007
Warnings: LOTR History Spoilers
Type: General
Characters: Arvedui; The Witch-King; Glorfindel; Malbeth the S


Chapter 1 - The Defenses of Fornost, and an attempt at Parlay.

Third age, 1972, Fornost
Arvedui sat, looking out over the gates. He knew the power of Angmar was amassing. He planned to give them something that was not expected. Using his Palantir, he had seen the lord of Angmar, plotting, he knew his plan, but had only just sent messengers to Gondor. His plan called for trebuchets to be set up around Fornost. For the forces of Arnor to converge at his gates. He looked up at the statues of Isildur and Elendil, the first two high kings.
“By the will of my fathers, Fornost will not fall, no matter how fearsome the enemy!” he bellowed, shaking his fist eastward. Even as he spoke, a herald rode up.
“My liege, the border forts have come under assault! The Witch-King himself leads the enemy force. He bade me give you this.” He held out a small scroll. Arvedui opened it, it read.
“My lord of Fornost,
We have long been rivals, I now give you the choice, will we have war, or thou will submit to me and let Arnor and Angmar become one kingdom. Choose by the time the moon waxes red, for by then, I will be at thy gates.” Arvedui re-read the message, then spoke, “Tell him not were he to bring Sauron himself would I yield, not were he to bring all the foes of man, not were he to bring the nine riders, and their king, not were he to bring an army of 100,000,000 would I yield Fornost, citadel of my fathers!” “Yes my lord.” Arvedui turned, “Bring Malbeth to me!” “Yes sire!” Arvedui stood, staring out. Presently, he heard the herald announce Malbeth. “Enter, old friend! Tell me, hast thou any knowledge of me or my lines future?” Arvedui asked an old man in green robes.
“Verily my lord, I know of your Great heir, not thy son, but many sons after, over one thousand cycles of the seasons.” He wheezed. “Well, speak on!” Arvedui commanded. “Very well, Over the land there lies a long shadow, westward reaching wings of darkness. The tower trembles; to the tomb of kings doom approaches. The dead awaken; for the hour has come for the oathbreakers: at the stone of Erech they shall stand again, and hear there a horn in the hills ringing. Whose shall the horn be? Who shall call them from the gray twilight, the forgotten people? The heir of him to whom the oath they swore. From the north he shall come, need shall drive him: he shall pass the Doors to the Paths of the Dead.” Malbeth wheezed. “Does thou mean the oathbreakers of Dunharrow, cursed by my father of old, Isildur?” Arvedui asked. “Verily my lord” Malbeth replied. “Well then, Arnor shall not fall!” Arvedui cried, mistaking the meaning of ‘From the North’, not knowing that Malbeth had not said wither Arnor shall stand or fall. “If thou say so my liege.” Malbeth wheezed, shaking his head.
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