CHAPTER TWO - In his desire to abandon the journey across the Misty Mountains the young lad, Vilthavia of Rhovanion, is refused an escort back down the mountainside and must steel himself to face his fear of heights as he climbs up the high passes with his companions.
This is the first chapter of a series of stories telling the life of Amur Suladan, the Serpent Lord, who you may know as the Haradrim commander at the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. Not only was this a chance to flesh out the Haradrim in great detail using a combination of various past fan-fiction, my own work, and Tolkien's original concepts, but also show a very deep, conflicted 'evil' mannish champion, who has as much right to be called a hero as Aragorn or Beren. This has been a massive labour of love, and so I can only hope you enjoy it!
The last in this short story sees Kharid Drozhna finally make his decision between duty and religion as he undertakes the mission that will propel him to infamy.
In the penultimate tale of this short series, Drozhna is forced to choose between his duty and his religion.
CHAPTER ONE - Here begins Part One of the story of the struggles and daily hardships of life in the North-Kingdom during the early years of their wars against Angmar, as seen through the eyes of four separate protagonists.
This is just a short story that I wrote. It's very loosely based on Tolkien's world--very loosely. Mostly written out of boredom and randomness. But anyways, it's basically about a king of...um...somewhere and this is just a short tale that I wrote. Yet more proof of the "hairpin turns" in my mind.
The second part of the tale of the assassin Kharid Drozhna's rise to greatness sees him tasked with a mission that may further propel his ambition, and is confronted by a dark truth from his fellow Hasharin, Vashnir.
After writing 'Maiar' and 'The Nine' - two stories presenting both Sauron and the Nazgul in another dimension - I wanted to do two things with my next writing; to show evil from the perspective of men, and to present it as something forced upon by others with more power than an actual choice. And so I created this 4-part series about an order of Haradrim assassins, the Hasharii, originally invented by past fanfiction, which I hope I have expanded upon successfully to present in an original way. I hope you enjoy!
"But you, my darling Silvren." the words took her by surprise as she glanced fearfully up at Saruman, the one who had spoken them. "You are such a wonderful, sweet but poor maiden and do not belong here." he said as she shuddered at the chills that spiraled up her spine caused by his unusually sweet voice. "You deserve so much more than this. You shouldn,t have to worry about pleasing your father or living up to Legolas' expectations."
What ensues herein is the first of many installments to my interpretation of what life in the North-kingdom might have been like in the turbulent and strife-stricken years of fourteeth century, with emphasis placed upon the sister-realm of Cardolan in its final twilight years. In the Appendix B of RotK Tolkien himself states in the timelines that around c.1300 "evil things begin to multiply". So I thought that this time period would provide an interesting backdrop for my tale. I hope some of you will find it entertaining enough to endure its length. I begin with a bit of missing history (of my own invention, of course).
The final part of the last chapter. It's been over a year since this labour begun, so it's kind of sad and rewarding to finally get it done...but here it is, and as ever I hope you enjoy!
Because part two was apparently too long, I had the choice of either cutting out material or turning the last chapter into three parts - not wishing to effect the story I chose the latter. I have also posted this on a new account, having long forgotten the email of my last one (!) so with this 'new incarnation' I suppose you could call it, I'm promising a better brand of storytelling. Enjoy!
It turned out my last chapter for this series was so long I had to split it into two parts! It ties up a few of the storylines and flashbacks in the previous chapters as well as further exploring the characters and motives of the Nazgul, here in particular Khamul. I hope the amount of time I spent writing this was worth it...!
The last of the Nazgul, Uvatha, goes to aid Dwar at Erebor, where their foes, the men of Dale and the Dwarves of Erebor, seem to be greater warriors than they could have imagined. [Featuring some guest appearances from the Dwarves from The Hobbit!]
Silvren scooted closer into Legolas’ embrace as the dark mist gathered about them. They could hear the voices and whispering and groaning as the ground began to shake beneath them. Silvren shuddered as her eyes darted about her, watching the darkness creep by them. It wasn’t long before the mist had passed and the ground stopped shaking but it seemed to last a long time. No one slept anymore that night even though nothing strange was to be heard or seen except that water came rushing into the riverbed beside them.