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Ohtacárë i nwalmë úquétima:The Girdle of Goroth

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The pallid glint of the moon cascaded down the slight slopes of that which was once known as the Brown Lands. Now, neath that morbid halo there stood in behemoth spans the armies of the Dark Lord. Torches danced and flickered as a night breeze flew through that plain, which was before the feet of the Mountains of Ash. The long foreseen rising of the East was nigh at hand. A great choir of drums echoed, announcing the arrivial of warmaster Lachadaw Saew before those assembled. A great spectacle met the soldiers’ sight. Five Oliphaunts strode forth, in a formation which from the perspective of one looking from the heavens towards the earth formed a pentagon, and betwixt them there was a platform, which they all carried upon their backs, a burden which was set with the Warmaster as well as some aids. This was an observation platform, its intent to allow the Warmaster to view the battle above the heads of the soldiers and cavalry. It was escorted by a century of High Cavalry, which were masters of warfare both with blade and bow, and had command of a steed which was developed over years. Their black armor concealed their presence well, as did their helms conceal their expressions, for a mask was over the face, once which was molded to form a stern, impartial expression. The Oliphaunts halted, and Saew rose and strode towards the side of the platform which faced the massive hordes of legionaries, awaiting his decree and call for battle.
“Akin to the rising of the sun our time hath risen, and our Eastern horizon is behind us, but our western destiny afore. The call for blood hath arisen from our Lord whose power is invested in us, whom we have not the option to fail. Behold, for Noon is nigh!” To this he took up a horn which rested by his right side and that great triumphant tone rang across wild valleys and placid meadows, a note was reached as had not been heard, and it made the army roar with fresh wrath, admiration, pride, but most of all determination. The March to Gondor had begun, and the beginning of what would be the Girdle of Horror was sown.
 

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The hunter laughed, his body conceled behind a rock. He was bare, now, having stown his cloathing into his pack. Suddenly, the entire army seemed to turn and look, as the arrival of an officer of Mornclaur proceded. There was a man(rather large in the waist), seated on the outskirts of the boulder-field. The hunter snuck up behind him, a small metal wire in his hands. The wire had two wooden handles. He gripped them and twisted the wire around until it made a loop. In one fluid motion he dropped the wire over the man's head, and pulled it like a tight noose. He pulled harder... the man's large amounts of fat were making him difficult... But at last he got the leverage to slick the mans head from his body. He quickly pulled the man's neck downward, so not to soil the clothing and armour with blood. He dressed himself, and was quick to note that his sleek, muscular body did not fill out the armour. He sighed, it would have to do for now.
 

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It is well before dawn as the companies of Greater Gondor, Lebbenin, Anorien, and Belfalas ushered into Minas Tirith joining the muster of troops already in the city. As each company files in,the crowd cheers loudly, pleased by the grand parade. Thosands of troops resplendant in uniforms of many colors marched by, the flag of the White tree waving proudly, serving as the common thread that binds them together as one nation.

Upon a balcony on the seventh tier of the city, Valar and his most trusted General, Maedhros watch the troops enter from above.
"I see that five of the seven companies have arrived, Maedhros...but what of the last two?" Valar asks not looking up from the scene below.

"We've gotten word that the companies from Anfalas and Andrast are but five hours behind the last troops of from Belfalas. They will be arriving at Minas Tirith by mid-morning, Sire." Maedhros replied promptly

Valar looked weary, but a glint of fierce determination burned in his eyes as he looked over his men below. "That leaves us with approximately 64,000 troops to send north. We shall not delay. Dengen's forces have already gathered in the Brownlands and have started their march toward Gondor. I will lead the first of the troops to the North, while you stay behind until the remaining troops arrive...do not delay...we will need reinforcements. I will send word when a rendevous point has been established. Until then continue up the northern road toward Ithlien."

"Yes sir!" Maedhros replied stolidly.

Valar then left the balcony and made his way down to the gates of the city to begin the trek northward, General Maedhros following closely behind. Along the way, however, Maedhros noticed that with every flight of stairs they descended, Valar became more and more weary, until his breathing became forced and labored and his face became flushed and moist with perspiration. Finally Valar stopped. He had but one flight more to descend.

"Maedhros, I can't go on. A strange weariness has come over me...I don't know what it is...but you must lead the troops to the North in my place. We have no time to spare."

"Your Highness, are you quite sure?" Maedhros questioned, very concerned for he had never seen his King in such a state.

"Yes, go...I shall recover and follow behind with the two remaining companies.", Valar replied hoarsely.

"As you wish your highness. I shall send word once we have reached Ithlien." Maedhros replied.

Maedhros then continued down the flight of stairs toward the muster of troops below, as two of the guards from the second gate of the city help take Valar to the House of Healing.
 

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Flying above the northern road from Minas Tirith on a majestic silver eagle, Elbereth witnesses, the spectacular armies of Gondor march toward Ithlien, their helms and spears sparkling in the early morning sun. At the front line of men Maedhros atop his white stead catches sight of the great bird and recognizes it as Elbereth's and calls his men to a halt. Dismounting his grand horse, Maedhros meets the queen as she descends on the road in front of that splendid army. The General offers his hand as Elbereth dismounts the grand eagle.

"My Lady, it is indeed an honor to be visited by the royal highness herself." says Maedhros bowing to kiss her hand.

Elbereth bows slightly, "Thank you General, however, there is no time for pleasantries, I have seen Dengen's forces moving swiftly through the southern end of the Brownlands. It is a massive force and I fear if we delay much longer, Ithlien will be lost."

"I shall push our forces to reach Ithlien before dusk then."

"I urge you to reach there sooner, but I have confidence that you shall make it through." She then looked beyond Maedhros searching concern and worry written on her face. "General, why is the king not here leading the troops?"

"He has taken ill, my lady, and quite suddenly. A strange weariness overtook him just before we reached the last decent to the courtyards of Minas Tirith. He has commanded that I lead the Gondor until he has recovered."

"Strange indeed...I sense foul play in this illness. I shall go to him directly." Elbereth thinks to herself. Then to Maedhros, "He is wise in sending you ahead. There is no time to lose and you are his best commmander. I have full faith in you. But alas! I must not delay you any longer. Good speed General Maedhros, May Eru be with you...Namarie, Nai hiruvalye i dacil.

"Farewell, Queen Elbereth." Maedhros says bowing.

Elbereth then mounted the Silver Eagle who carried her to Minas Tirith to tend to the king.
 
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Arriving in Minas Tirith an hour later, Elbereth finds that indeed the king ails of a mysterious illness and is lying unconcious in the house of healing. By his side is the herb-master who is busy preparing kingsfoil in a pewter bowl of steaming water. However, the kingsfoil has no effect, and the king remains unconcious.

Seeing this, Elbereth instructs the herb master to remove the kingsfoil and return with a fresh bowl of boiling water. Reluctantly the herb master does as he is instructed, unsure what the Queen could know about healing, but unwilling to argue. As the herb-master leaves the room, Elbereth places her hand an inch above Valar's body and then proceeds to run her hand over him scanning his body from foot to head. Reaching his forehead, her hand then stops abruptly, as if not by her own will. Then closing her eyes, Elbereth fallsinto a trance and begins speaking in a tongue unknown to all in the room.

Returning to the room the herb-master, places the bowl of boiling water on a table near the bed and steps aside as Elbereth continue her foreign monologue. She then opens her eyes and sighs deeply.

"I am afraid there is not enough kingsfoil to heal the evil that afflicts the king."

Elbereth then pulls a green pouch from under her cloak, and pours its contents into the steaming bowl besides the bed. A cloud of silver and gold begins to rise from the bowl and fills the room with a sweet fragrance unlike anything the herb-master has ever experience. The colorful cloud then circles about the room, settling above the body of the King Valar. Momments pass with no response, but just as the herb-master is about to speak his objections. Valar's eyes open, and he sits upright, as if awaken from a long nights sleep.Then from the doorway a messenger enters the room:

"Your highness, the troops from Anafalas and Andrast have just arrived and are awaiting your command. Shall I tell them you are on your way?"
 
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*Valar looked strangely around the rooms, everyone was coming into focus. He looked to his left, and Elbereths beauty shinned through. His heart and resulution regained their former vigour. He smiled..*

"My dear it seems i took a most unfortunate turn. And i am no more blind to the evil that can surround us. A few days ago, as the tides of war was stiring. I looked towards mordor, and vail seemed over my eyes, and as i my mind tried to peirce it, i felt a sharp pain in my head and it by some unknown blow, i was struck down. Every since i have not felt myself, until now that is."

*He stood up and he wavered for a second, and healer rushed in to steady him, but Valar held up his hand firmly.*

"I am fine, i shall take the troops from Anafalas and Andrast, after a few alterations, i trust they have arrived"

"Yes they are awaiting you orders my dear" Elbereth spoke softly

"Then all is ready, We shall depart before dawn tomorrow" he looked at a guard "Fetch my Armor and see too that Menelus is ready"

*The guard gave him an uneasy look as he departed, fearing the kings health*

*He looked out the window towards the white tree, with strengh in his eyes*
 

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*Valar thought long and hard through the night, and at dead midnight a thought came to him. He woke up Elbereth*

"My dear can you do something for me....."

*As he looked out to the clear night, an Eagle swooped down from a higher window, and headed north. He Put on his Armor and stepped outside. The guards all snapped to attention, but with a wave of the hand stood at ease. Turning to one*

"Get the majority of the troops inside the first inner wall, make ready our anti seige weapons, and fetch all weapons from the crafters, i sense a change in the tides of war, we must prepare to be ungulfed"
 

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"Have the sentries and scouts been dispatched captain?" Maedhros asked.
"Yes general, as per your instructions, do you think that we will reach our destination in time?" Captain Marcus replied.

"We have no choice, Marcus. I sense that we stand in great peril. There is something strangely odd about this. We must be ready for everything. Are the supply lines and the materials that I requested well ordered?"

"Yes, sir! The supply lines are ready, as well as the other materials, but I wonder why would we need such things in the upcoming battle."

"Marcus, we have been in to many battles together, you should know by now that war is an art of deception. Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near.
The time is coming my friend, yes it's coming."
 

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A messenger rides to Gondor. As he reaches there. He is taken to Maedhros and Valar.

*Messenger kneels down.

"My lord, Eothain, sent me here to say, that an army of Rohirrrim, willl be aiding Gondor in its fight soon. They are about to leave Erech"
 

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Nodding his head, Valar thanked the messenger. Turning to Maedhros.
"I'm glad the Rohirrim will once again be at our Aid, the i feel i do not deserve it." To the messenger "Please tell King Eomer that, his friendship touches my heart and is greatly appriciated"

"Maedhros, i feel we need to stratagise more, let us talk in private" (I.E PM me!)
 

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“Warmaster Saew, perhaps I am mistaken but we should not delay longer unless it is the ring of our fall, not our triumph, that we desire.”
“Your intelligence has not devolved to the point where it would be mocking the speaker who would compare it to a rat, however you are nearing that point with all due haste. I have had it well known, I believe, that it displeases me to be addressed with anything but Warmaster. If this error is repeated, your barbaric flesh shall find its end with the utmost of remorse. However, sound the march!”
Within moments the General who had thus spoken to the Warmaster retreated to give the command to begin the march. The great force of the Warmaster was descending into North Ithilien. The roars of beasts resounded through the lands, and it would be with haste that they would be upon sight of Cair Andros, if they were not delayed.
 

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*As Eothains army rode. A day passed and they were still 2 days away from reaching Minas Tirith. Though they rode steadily and swift
 

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The hunter began the march. He laughed to himself. He was marching... in an army... as a mere infantryman. Ha. He knew where they were going, though. And he knew the ways of that city. He had a memory of being there, of seeing the crowning of the new king, he thought. They marched onward, for days that melted into a blur. Every few minutes or so they would pass a body lying on the ground, some poor fool that could not keep up, and was trampled. He would take joy in making his bootprint in the bloodied flesh. They walked on and on, along the rim of the mountains, and the blur continued... days after their beginning, the mountains of Ash ended. To the south streched the mountains of shadow, and too the east lay the dead marshes, where the spirits of souls lost in battle still dwell....
 

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Saew strode towards the bank of the Anduin and beheld before him Cair Andros. Already ,as it was, a number of his forces had crossed onto those banks and a crude bridge, to be replaced within days if not hours, was being constructed to allow passage onto that isle. A young man, with dark skin and brown eyes approached him, his black chestplate with it's reliefs in silver of the Dagor Bragollach, the river's of fire a striking gold.
"General, what word do you bring?" Saew inquired, his tone barren though with a tinge of reprimend. For the same man who stood before him had blundered in one of the slight skirmishes in the far east with those who could be considered naught more then crude Barberous beasts.
"Soon our scouts shall have moved over all of Cair Andors, and if there is any opposition we shall know of it. There is little to fear, however, for though our foes may have appeared in tales of yor to have held strength of mind and body now they appear to have withered in both. Had they had mind they would have-"
"To underestimate the foe, General, is to lay bare your neck at their feet. Your insolence is disquiting, if not revolting. Pride hath been the undoing of great legions, it shall not be ours."
"Yes Warmaster."
"We are in the midst of a War, the most glorious of enterprise, yet I hear talk amidst Centurions of the waters of Rhun, of the Dorwinion wines, focus. Concentration. Where have these elements departed to. Hither is whence they should lay." He paused, gazing southward deeper into Ithilien. The great wood gleamed with an emerald hue neath the overhead sun. Then he slightly turned on his heel and beheld the great Legions under his command, red banners with dark serpents or beasts of strange frame. "The legions of peace and those of war." He spoke to himself, brooding over his current position. The cavalcade of sounds about him eased his mind, and slowly he turned towards the General.
"You understand the planned coarse of action, correct."
"Yes Warmaster."
"Excellent, by dusk the appointed land is to be cleared, by dawn of the morrow I wish to see the outline of the complex, by this time on the morrow there is to be walls in place. Failure in this regard is not an option." With that he dismissed the General, who bowed deeply as was the custome of the East laying bare his neck, in effect offering his life if he had dissapointed, and then quickly went forth to comply with the command.
 

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By noon Talierin had gathered her small force of 375 troops in Emyn Arnen for the short march east to Minas Ithil, where they were to join with her troops there. She sent a messenger ahead to Cirith Ungol, ordering the 750 troops there to meet her in Minas Ithil. She hoped that her small forces would all be together by dusk.
 

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*Maedhros is reviewing war plans as a sentry enters*

"General Maedhros, the companies of Belfalas and Anorien are in position sir and ready for your command." Bellowed the sentry.

Looking up from his plans Maedhros nods an approval. "I will be sending the commands to General Narya shortly sergeant...What of the troops from Lebennin? Have they arrived at Minas Ithil?"

"They will be arriving at Minas Ithil an hour before dusk, General Maedhros. We have also received word that the troops from Andrast and Anfalas have arrived in Minas Tirith and are preparing for battle." The sentry replied.

"Very good sergeant. That will be all."

The Sentry saluted the General abruptly and exited the War tent. Maedhros then jotted a quick note on the map in front of him, rolled up the plans, and headed toward the main camp.
 
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As the warmaster stood in his tent, brooding over scrolls, he saw a shadow move, and thought he could distinguish the outline of a man agains the wanning sunlight.The man, if man it were, seemed to have been listening to him.
 

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It was mid afternoon when Maedhros arrived at the main camp located just ten miles north of Osiliath. The sun was strong in the sky, and shined brightly off of the helms of the long lines of Infantrymen that stretched before him. Passing by these troops regal soldiers, Maedhros couldn't help but feel pride to be a part of such a grand army.

"Greetings General Maedhros!" Captain Marcus said with a salute.

"Greetings Captain. Have you received any news from the Scouts?"

"Yes sir, General Maedhros! We have just received word that the enemy forces have moved into the area of Cair Andros. The scouts report that several legions have already entered onto the island and have been clearing the land in and around Cair Andros. "

Maedhros remained silent in thought for several momments, his gaze hardening to anger as he looked upon the lands northward.

*to himself* "The Dark Lord has been allowed to manuever through the fair lands of Gondor far too freely. And all we have done is sit idly by, collecting our men. BUT NO MORE! "

He then turned to the Captain, "Captain, we will delay no longer. Prepare the troops for battle. We shall move out just before dusk sets in. "

"Yes sir, General Maedhros, we shall move out right away." Then with a quick salute, Captain Marcus leaves to prepare the men for their trek northward.

Maedhros then called a messenger to him, gave the boy discreet instructions, and then handed the messenger a parchment scroll. Then quickly saluting the General...the messenger hopped on his grey steed and traveled northward toward the armies of Anorien and Belfalas.
 

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The sky is bright pink, reflecting off of the pale marble walls of Minas Ithil as the sun sets into the western horrizon. However in contrast, a threatening dark shadow falls across the mountains to the east, a omen of what may come. Already gathered, the small Ithlien army have set up camp about the city walls awaiting the arrival of the reinforcements.

At the main camp, Talierin is in council with her men when she is interupted by an eager young scout. "Governor Talierin, the forces from Lebennin have arrived, and are awaiting your command." He then hands Talierin a scroll that is sealed with the Gondorian stamp of the White tree.

Nodding an approval she takes the scroll and proceeds to review it with great attention. She then takes the scroll...and throws it into a nearby fire. "Commanders, prepare your men. We move out before nightfall."

She then dismisses the Generals and proceeds to the north end of the camp to greet the newly arrived troops from Lebennnin.

"You made good time General.", Talierin greets the Lebennin General.

"Indeed Governor Talierin. Although we hoped to get here sooner. We have no time to lose." *Talierin nods an approval* "I am confident you will find our men to be the finest cavalry and swordsmen in Gondor. You will have great strength behind you regardless of the numbers."

"I have no doubt General. I trust that your men are ready to move out?" Talierin replied

"Indeed we are Governor. We are merely awaiting your command." The Lebennin General replied earnestly.

"We move out before nightfall."

The General then saluted Talierin and returned to his troops and prepared them for the march ahead.
 
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Their labor, ineffable in scale, their determination, unyielding, their resolve, unfettered. The progress is beyond doubt ahead the time restraints you have endowed unto us. The platforms are being made ready, the two bridges you requested near standing (They may hold not six but seven Oliphaunts abreast). The indicated orders for the banks are hours from completion. This concludes my report. May the dawn shine upon thee.
Saew placed the scroll upon a crate which was, for the moment, holding a map of the surrounding region. About Saew was a great tent, serving as a headquarters for that moment, and within it stood a number of aids as well as one General whom he had requested to describe the cultural conditions of the region.
"What word comes, Warmaster?" spoke the General, in an attempt to strike a conversation he was at ease with.
"Good word."
"Wonderful,” A pause as was often had with the Warmaster. Though he was held as a God by the men who served under him at times those who were in his presence would not worship him as so, but fear him as such. “Yes. Well, as I was saying, those who live about Southern Ithilien-"
"Warmaster Lachadaw Saew, direct correspondence from the Morhir."
The messenger wore but black, and over the area whence lay his heart there was the emblem of a crimson flame with twin emerald serpents arching over it to bind together directly above it. The emblem a new order in the forces of Goroth. Saew nodded absently and awaited the messenger to come before him, but he did not. After a silence which hung in the air with increasing unease an aid went to retrieve the black cylinder which the messenger held. With that the messenger bowed stiffly and left.
“Those Inquisitors, they know no bounds! From the moment those damnable Monks of Darkness or whatsoever they are named came about I knew they would be contemptible, them with their haughty manners. And now these, dark and mysterious are they, more like gaunt fools with haunted expression because of the fact that they know they’re good for nothing.”
“Is that all General, for this is truly enlightening. Perhaps this should be shared with Morhir himself, for it would certainly interest him what opinions are held about his most prized force. You, bring me that cylinder, what are you deaf or dumb, or both in one body!”
The aid to whom Saew had spoken quickly brought the cylinder to him, who grasped it and quickly broke the seal. Then he allowed for the fine parchment to slightly drop. Within moments he had broken the seal which bound it, and began to read with such solemnity that one would have though he was indeed grave within, though within he was astounded. In most cases Lord Gonnilclaur would convey to him command, though only on rare occasions the Dark Lord. However as he continued reading he was visibly becoming forlorn. He quickly placed the parchment again within the cylinder it had arrived within and strode towards an opening within the large tent. His gaze turned towards the south, over the bright Andiun which gleamed with the resonance of the sun’s rays, towards whence he knew Osgiliath to be. He grinned and within thought, "The fowl hath wings, excellent. Though its mind lacking, all the better for the hunt which is second only to the kill." The tent was upon Cair Andros' southern tip, and as he turned he saw to the east all going far beyond what he had envisioned, indeed the task he had appointed for the bank was near complete. He heard a quartermaster roaring, enraged at a blemish within the foods that he had need of use.
“General, have you heard of a General Maedhros?”
“Perchance, the name is familiar Warmaster.”
“Perhaps from tales told to you by your mother.”
A slight laughter moved about the room, though all knew the comment was not intended to humor.
“Nay, not he of tales. The one within service to the infidels, correct?”
“Your intelligence within the field of the affairs of the infidels is inspiring. You are correct, I now know that they are preparing some sort of possible counter-assault. What do you think of this.”
“I have no fear Warmaster, Maedhros has not attained much renown as of yet, and if new to command all the more reason do we have to consider him inept as well as weak within stratagem.”
“Interesting, for now I have learned all which I need, and shall at least understand what not to do within Anfalas.” He allowed a grin to pass over his face, to the relief of the General. Saew remained by the entrance, gazing towards Osgiliath.
“Come, the hunter awaits.”
 

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