Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20170418205753/@comment-31215921-20170425015437

"Hail, Lord Adrahil. It is truly an honor, though short lived. I will inform my friend, although I'm sure he needs no reminder. We may meet again in battle yet, and then you will see Lord Eradan of Ithilien. Farewell all, and may the Valar guide us to victory."

He departs, and informs his friend that he must stay behind.

"When the armies march north, follow them, and we may meet again yet."

He departs the ruins on horseback, leaving with the sunset at his back, and the rising moon glimmering upon the silver emblem of his tunic.

While at Cair Andros, Eradan mobilizes the armies in anticipation of the coming turmoil. Unaware of his fortune, he will be ready to fight with or without the others. A messenger was sent weeks before to beckon the armies of Núrn join them despite their hardships. Eradan looks upon the sunset, his youngest child in his arms, the other before he and his wife, standing at his side. He knew that the coming weeks would change the face of not just Ithilien, but all of Gondor, and would be remembered in Gondor's history until the end of time as it was, if not beyond.