Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160123222529/@comment-26044791-20160130214908

Morgoth the first dark lord wrote: (Ok i am waiting)

The crown lay frigid in the snow, beside it the corpse of a man, he'd been unworthy, he didn't deserve the crown. It was then a snowstorm began to brew, throwing snow and sleet North-East, the Crown willed itself to be carried away and so it was. The ice flew the Crown further up the mountain range and no one noticed its progress...

Gwaihir sat ever watchful at the Eagle's airie, his mighty sight letting him watch far over the land, from the Sky Tower of Kheled Arnin to the Umbarian Colonies in the mysterious Dark-lands. But he felt another presence nearby, a phantom limb of a puppeteer long gone...