The “high men” liked to rule but were bad in managing a defeat. But it had been their wars, their hate for Sauron and his servants that had cost your people, the so-called “Middle Men”, dearly. Once they had come and conquered your people and given them a good life, that was true. They betrayed you and your kind when they failed at ruling! Oh, they had to hide because of their failures? To preserve their, oh so holy blood? Whenever you thought about this, you felt a heat start to rise in your heart, hate and anger burning deep within you. There were rumors that they had taken to isolation because they were ashamed for their failures and wanted to preserve their lords' bloodline. And they didn’t even have the backbone to admit their failure. Oh yes, the most glorious, most loved of men had failed. Nothing remains from Arthedain, not even the king who had vanished as had his son and all the other High Men.

The fields had been salted, the villages burned down. What was left were sad memories of better times, happier moments of peace and plenty that were long since over. The great city of Fornost is now nothing but a smouldering ruin. You had nothing left, all had been consumed by the war. When Carn Dûm's walls were finally thrown down and Arthedain got its revenge. You stood next to the elves and Gondorians in the last battle, you were been there when Angmar had been destroyed.

They came, but it was too late for Arthedain - the kingdom was now destroyed, its king gone. If not for the elves and Gondor, Angmar would now rule over the north. In the end, the kingdom was destroyed and its people scattered to the wind, easy prey for the orcs and the others. You don’t know how many dark creatures and other servants of the witch king were slain by your blade, yet there were definitely many. But the relentless flood still came, never-ending. Each fortress became a stone in the tide, each village a fortress. They fought them at the border, they fought on the hills and beneath them, in the woods and behind them. When the dark might of Angmar came over Arthedain like a flood after the long, cold winter, nobody can say that your people didn’t fight after all, they fought. Always attacks, counter-attacks and so on, so many battles and skirmishes that any future historian would have lost count.īut things changed last year, and decidedly not for the better. There had never been a time when Arthedain was not threatened by the dark realm of the twisted and evil witch king.

But you couldn't, the shadow was always there for as long as you can remember. You wish you could say “when the shadow of Angmar came”.

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