Dagorlad

“Greaves, to make your step undaunted.” 

“Gauntlets, so that your hands know no bite save that of your own weapon.” 

“The Cuirass, to shield your heart from weariness.” 

“The Mantle, to carry the burden of The Thousand.” 

“The Helm, so that the Enemy knows whom to fear.” 

“You are wrath, and you are ruin. You are The Spear and The Shield. A torch carried at midnight. You are war made manifest. Duty unto death.” 

The date and ink are so old that the writing is hard to make out. It is written in an older dialect of Sindarin. The pages of the journal that have been written on are yellowed and weathered and warping on the edges. The fact that it is preserved so well could only be attributed to elvish conservation methods.

After that fearful dream, Ornessar and Calaerneth stood up and went to the baths of the guest-hall to clean themselves and get refreshed - after all, a large feast was waiting for them. When they exited the baths they returned to their room and took care of each other's long, majestic hair and they wore formal and royal clothes, for the feast.

​​There you stood in a tale forgotten.

None heard your cry.

Save I.​

Through mighty hand.

​And hearts quivering behind.​