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Annuminas

Submitted by Lindeman on May 30th, 2011
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[29.11.2008]

"Admiring the banners?" asked Grant.
"I was there as we took Gwaelband and Clorhir in Annuminas.
There were not many of us, four men and a few others. Myself, Captain Lindeman, Jeric of Dale
and Master Eovind from Rohan. There was this hobbit Pebb, and a dwarf and an elf.
Gauntlet and Quiver the captain called them, probably not their real names.
The captain is planning a second mission in a three days' time, so you may want to speak to him."

[30.11.2009]

Eovind stood alone on the shores of Tinnudir and gazed upon the stars as the chill wind danced through the night, making him shiver and forced him to drape his heavy cloak closer around his weary body. The adventures that he and his companions had endured the last days was indeed a powerful blow against the enemy, the Angmarim who had taken control over the ancient city of Annuminas. He lowered his gaze and let his eyes slowly pass over the lake, before stopping at the great tower of Tyl Annûn on the other shore.

"Difference.", he whispered to himself, "We can really make a difference."

And still there was so much to do...
 
[1.12.2008]

A fierce and endless battle raged along the Grand Stair in the bowels of the Misty Mountains. In a daring move, even if truly just an act of desperation, the captain led his company in a bold charge along several flight of stairs only to leave the path and jump the distance to another of the stairs crossing the bottomless pit. Now caught deep behind enemy lines, the company was yet able to catch their enemies unguarded and slay their cruel chieftain.

As Captain Hirion stood over the broken remains of Igash, helmet tossed the ground and wearily wiping away the mixture of blood and sweat on his brow, for a moment there he didn’t think of the hard-earned victory nor the drums echoing in the deep and the enemies that would soon descent on them not letting them retreat unscathed from Igash's Throne.


No. His thoughts were elsewhere, off in far Annuminas; A victory here only gave him pause to think of the frontlines he had left to fight on this one; the Enemy hounding the Free Folk at any turn and corner, a victory here might prove futile if not met with victory elsewhere.


The captain had lingered for too long, but now he refastened his battered helmet, took a firm grip of his halberd and turned to meet the goblins tailing them. Those close enough might have heard that underneath the battered helmet that before he sounded the charge he whispered hissing to himself "Hirion! To the matters at hand! Loose not this battle, but dare to hope that other captains will hold high the banners of Annuminas!"
 

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