Walk back and forth, then forth and back Atop of Orthanc. Here I lack All aid, all shelter. Here I walk The confines of my prison. Talk But with myself.
Swathed in billowing black cloaks in the shadow-blanketed room, a storm of darkness may well have surrounded Dullathaen. He knelt down before a tall man on a small stool, a
Hey Everyone! This week starts a brand new lore series on the line of Gondorian Kings. We kick things off at the roots of how the kingdoms of Arnor and