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Remnants of Future Enemies
“Once we went north, chasing the swing of the Sickle of the Valar...”
North into a desolate and broken land. The tale still lingered that once the earth had groaned and fires raged in the distant heavens. They came light-foot from the Falathrim with the sea-song in their ears and passed out of Eglador through Ered Gorgoroth and pine-clad Dorthonion. Ard-galen’s plain stretched dusk-grey before them. Onwards they wandered. Twilight deepened to midnight and the shadows darkened dangerously; alight in the gloom shone seven white lamps.
Beyond Ard-galen, Udûn and Angband, frost crisping black and jagged ruins like Valacirca’s dust.