Tears of Blood

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The story which sets the basis for the story the Sorrow of Aiedällyn, Aradon in the golden lands of Amdor after the one hundred years following the fall of the stars that gave birth to the elves is banished by Bedwn for he refuses to make fealty to her as did his kin and so was left to the mercy of the lord of the dark.

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Forlorn were the peoples of Aradon and Bríodel and many were the tears they shed in the fields of Lagath-Glanchoved mournful and despondent of their great loss. And by day Aradíon would comfort his kin and reassure them of prosperity and Bríodel would send party of gatherers into the woods of Meghe-Berighe to harvest berries which the people would consume. And they were no longer as the Tawar of Amdor but now the light elves or those elves who had made fealty to Bedwn and so saw the light of her now branded them to be Grey Elves or those who saw not and were forsaken and left to fend for themselves in the wilds of Thorelén. But then on the twenty-first of September 133 Tyil who is lord of dreams at the behest of the goddess Cereionnë who favored the elf lord came unto Aradíon and showed him of a place to the north, a realm of peace and serenity nigh to a great and silent river and two hills there were amid a quilt of dun hue, Tyil spake. "Take thy people unto this land and where a crow dost lie with a dove there shall thou fortify a temple in honor the goddesses of Amdor and there too shall thou maketh thy home." and Aradon Däwe replied in the language of the elves "aen imbanyë ... I will go".

And so with first light did Aradon convey unto his people his vision and they wert brought to tears of joy knowing at last that they might be free of sorrow. And he moved them in their hearts and all were raring to go. So by midday had they eaten and made themselves ready that they entered into the ankles of Meghe-Berighe and came then into the realm of Pelopassë. Pelopassë was a place of rolling green hills and verdant fields whose grassy expanse stretched one hundred and twenty leagues from the ankles of Meghe-Berighe to the foothills of the Cassardruim mountains. It hummocks were the roundest in all the world and that is from where is derived its name. Flowers seldom if ever graced its hillocks and dells but through it flowed the rivers Blarheluil and Andíl and between them was an area of flatness called Bochthad "The Cow Pasture" and cows have been known there to dwell and graze upon that sward fair among the land. But Aradíon for one week led his people through Pelopassë, they forded the river Blarheluil but could not cross Andíl and so at the behest of Aradíon was erected the bridge of Dreoch-Noest "The Pillar Bridge" which was made of fine stones and towered with pillars upon its flanks. Then on the twenty-ninth of September did they come into the range of Cassardruim looming before them high were its sheer crags and the rocks there and the escarpments were jagged and ‘tis no easy task to scale the mountains. But they entered into them audacious and would not emerge for some time.

Anon they came beyond that range and into the land of Mínbedan "Land of The Forsaken" did arrive having lost three lives to the ridges for they fell to their deaths and Aradíon arrested his advancement on the lower foothills and there the grey elves came to a surcease and made prayers to Ürwe and to Gilvriel. Mínbedan was a dun quilt of coarse hassocks and weedy hills ... in no way was it as lovely or fair as the lands of Amdor. But after a while they came into the shadow of a great hill and on it perched a crow and a dove and Aradíon spake unto his kin "We have arrived." and to the further north three leagues lied the river Casgalach "The Silent Flow" and to the east three leagues lied a second hill and between them flowed a river the river Sirduin "Tributary of The City". And the hill before them bore likeness to the hill of Dom-Elossa and so Aradíon set his people to work and they built huts of rowan and oak and willow then with marble did they upon the crown of that hill build a marvelous temple to the goddesses of Amdor and it came to be known as Dom-Dránd, "The Hill of Reverence". Then their work turned to the hill to the east, Dom-Caogh "The Hill of Courage" where they built the house of the king. No tree, nor stone of marble, nor limestone was spared in the construction of that city and in time it came to be in grandeur near to that of the city of Tallenön. They set around its borders a great wall and so was it called Erincláth "The Encircling Fence"

For five months the grey elves under the order of king Aradíon laid down the foundations of Amnóest aloft the crown of Dom-Dránd. For five months they labored with little rest or repose. And they built the great temple of marble and of limestone culled from the quarries of the Cassardruim. And they castellated the walls and set many pillars in its halls and the eaves and roofs were made of obsidian stone. And within the temple's sanctorum there was erected a great statue three fathoms high depicting the of Bedwn and an array of candles were laid upon long davenports before and beside her. She held out her hands ready to receive the supplicants and her eyes without pupils were said to have been able to see into the very soul of the one to come before her. And at her feet there thronged the goddesses of Amdor Cereionnë bowing at her right, Rhíadim cantillating to her left, and Tianach lolling about the ground before her feet. Oft were doves given to roam freely throughout the temple but seldom was it that they strayed too far from the statue of the lady. Before the sanctorum there stood a great hall of pillars from which the temple derived its name and so was often called the house of Amnóest. The windows of the sanctorum were strategically placed so as when the dawn rose in the east the light of Elümenon would shine upon the statue of the smiling goddess and naught would be unmoved at its sight, awe-inspiring. The walls bore images of angels upon the clouds of Belecthion and of the events of the finding of Amdor and of that task that gave Bedwn to steal a crystal away from the dark lord, her amalgamation with the sun god. Thus Aradíon chose Arvedíort to be the priest of Erincláth for he in the land of Amdor served Istirdaen the enchanter and so was holy from the first. He had a single son whose name was Melyirval "The Mighty Singer" born to an elfin maid by the name of Hetem one who fell to her death in the mountain pass. And to Arvedíort his priesthood availed him in his attempt to soothe the pain of his loss ... but it could never. And they hailed Bedwn, Goddess of youth and made offerings to Cereionnë, to Rhíadim, and to Tianach and held festivals in honor of the Gods of Är Niessa. Everyday thenceforth would Aradíon come before the great statue of the Goddess genuflecting to exalt her name on high and he'd sing litanies in her praise and thank her for all her blessings. And upon a great dais of the far northwestern recesses of the temple had they an altar to Oroden and to Kavara and in the catacombs one was made in honor of Ürwe and Gilvriel Gods of Ealondía. And they too made one to Tuasín and Marigen, Naular, Hulleno, Sárchuor, Tinorös, Casseperös, Vírdha, Arufin, and the sisters of the sea. Thus was the temple on Dom-Dránd meant in wholeness to bare semblance to the house of Críssolantë in the land of Amdor, and if ever a traveler was to journey unto Erincláth they would be brought before the goddess of Är Niessa to see the glory that from her dost exude.

And the home of the king they set upon the crown of Dom-Caogh and it was called the house of Droenchár, which means the haven of the tree, for the hill was meant to bare semblance to the hill of Dom-Ealhäw and the house to Inor. Many were the rooms of the palace that laid upon the shoulder of the hill and a long broad path from the foot of Dom-Caogh to the vestibule hall cleaved the hill in two from the fore and a fountain was sat at the crown before the doors and another at the base so that the water would flow down an aqueduct and in the inner workings of the hill rise up and come back unto the one aloft. Three were the flues that projected from the roof of the home and from them and the hearths came the sweet scent of smoldering maple or oak and dogwood trees. But the roof was thatched and made of wood and the walls of sturdy timber oak and birch. Its doors were massive and strong of stone made as was the foundation and the supports. The house itself was two stories in height and it had at its fore a vestibule and a sort of wooden vault with a great aperture that gave one's voice to ring hollow unto the firmament. And upon a dais at the rear of the vestibule hailed by pillars there sat the throne of the king Elohíd "The Glorious Throne" as it was called and the queen's was called Llynhíd "The Fair Throne" and it sat to the left of his own. The chamber's of the king and queen sat at the farther end of the palace on the second floor overlooking the land beyond the city and in the distance one might see the faint silhouette of the hills of Domyn-Vánath. And upon the lower shoulder of the hill and at the feet were the houses of the nobles but none of the people of Erincláth had wealth for wealth they could not find beyond Amdor.

At the heart of the city stood the tower of Nindur "The White Tower" ten stories in height and it was meant to be as the tower of Tol-Lumráth in Tallenön. But it bore no lamp atop its spire but was rather a commemoration of the city and the life that the Grey Elves forsook in Amdor. None were permitted to go there or enter into the tower's walls, save Pharoluin "The Vigilant Eye" who keeps watch on the city from above by night and day. Only at midday and night's noon does he descend from his post and goes unto his house to his son Nanthós and eats and sleeps and prepares to go again. And the crenels of the upper loft are studded with diamonds and from them emerge crossbows ready to defend the city at all hours of the day and night. From its marble walls to its limestone eaves and red brick roof Nindur is the so known as second most glorious structure in all of Mínbedan.

Verily Aradíon set a council and his council was inaugurated to bare in likeness to the assembly of Vardh-Cúath for Aradíon so honored and respected the congress of the high elves. Six chairs were to be filled and the councilmen dwelt in the halls of Droenchár in the western wing each with their own lavished rooms, castellated walls, and golden eaves. The king of the grey elves elected those six members based on similar standards upheld by the Vardh-Cúath, firstly the citizens of Erincláth were to elect the individuals they saw fitting to bare their desires and needs unto the ears of the king then ‘twas necessary that each be able to recite with dexterity the doctrine of Tawarin Law and know the meaning of each and every edict. Furthermore were they to be of an age of wisdom ... over one hundred winters old and they must have dignity and be well respected. Of the subordinate members forming the council of Aradíon they were Gallefdrin "The Stormy Mind", Delestir "The Advisor", Péragon "The Champion Renowned" Rochuben "The Elder Man", and Gimlódel "Hoary Hair". And Guardíon led the assembly and was wisest among them. His counsels were held in high esteem by the king and his word was ever the ultimatum. Aradíon bestowed upon him the elf-maid Anea "Great Holiness" and he did wed her on the fifth of January 136 beneath the groves of Rowan that grow in Erincláth sown in commemoration of the Mhämarduin. And the seer Arvedíort "The Sacred Priest" prophesized that he would come to bare five beautiful daughters who would come to marry the five handsome sons destined to be born of Aradíon and Bríodel and they were first of all Namdís "The Gift of Love" and Sylfaen "The Sparkling Tresses". Both girls lived under the tutelage of Ardiel who loved the girls as her own children and they would often play together with her daughter Nulipsúl "True Word" as children. Both girls were of the element of air and as such were witty and intelligent children. They ever loved to journey to the hills of Domyn-Vánath "The Windy Hills" unto the east and there the wind spirits of Bléndälé were said to have journeyed to meet the young girls and call them there own. Even Gwaihóbal who is king of the wind spirits bless them as babies and they received great renown throughout the kingdom of Mínbedan.

Few were the enemies that troubled the grey elves and they lived for ten years from 133 to 143 in peace and serenity. It was during this time that Aradíon at last did wed Bríodel on the first of May 138 by the banks of the River Casgalach and she came in time to bare her lover two children Anchuir "The Greatest of Commanders" and Thíawen "The Exalted One". Both boys were topped with fiery red hair that was long and fell down in tendrils to their shoulders, and were decked with fair faces that seemed to exude the essence of youth. Verily, would it have been difficult to tell which brother was which were not their eyes of varying hues, Anchuir having eyes of deep emerald tone and Thíawen grey and owlish, albeit many a woman would say that Anchuir was fairer than Thíawen and that was how they best discerned their identities. Forsooth the boys in the years of their childhood were an inseparable pair; none might bare it to be apart from the other. And it was further said that they shared thoughts and knew what the other was thinking for they were of one mind. But as they grew older their love and respect for nature changed, Anchuir cared less for the earth and her bounties but Thíawen never lost his adoration for Vírdha and her entourage of virginal nymphs. Both boys were of the element of fire and they worshipped Hulleno as their patron god among the Avar. Thus as Hulleno was the father of Sárchuor, God of War did the boys acquire an unmitigated lusting for the art of battle and had truculence that was inimitable among all the grey elves that were or are to be. However Thíawen was a powerful advocate of peace while his brother forsook the lady Naular, Goddess of Tranquility and in any situation of adversity willfully took up arms and prepared himself for the worst to come. Guardíon himself took the boys beneath his tutelage and often they would tarry about the hills of Domyn-Vánath, playing the war game with wooden swords or they'd ventures on mounts to the blue sand shores of Pirif-Tuar to cleanse themselves of all impurities. Thus by the age of sixteen, were they stalwart and zealous youths. Anchuir with ravenous passion pursued the eldest daughter of Guardíon and Anea, the lady Sylfaen "sacred worshipper" and having attained his desire made his vow on midday in the vernal month of march 172 of the second era. She bore him one child Gwador, "The Heir" who would be his only son and heir to the throne of his kingdom to be. Thíawen on the other hand did not pursue matters of the flesh and he relinquished his worship of Sárchuor and Hulleno and took up the worship of the Goddess Rienna, daughter of Marigen and Tuasín, Avar of the Sea. Therefore he took a solemn vow of celibacy beneath an oak of one of Erincláth's many groves, uttering her holy name in prayer "Aia Rienna, na taril, na cadnalath ... Hail Rienna, my goddess, my savior." So never did he wed nor bare children while in the years of virility, but fortune abounded in his honor and often many a citizen of Erincláth would aver when they'd see him, "Ay, there passes he whom luck calls her own."

But on the eve of October thirtieth 144 the greatest slaughter in the history of the Grey Elves quaked the very foundation of Erincláth and Aradíon met their foe for the first time for the rest of the second era in the shadows of the murk and gloom. Afar in the north in the cold regions nigh unto the peninsula of Borosea there loomed the ridges of snowcapped Druim-Gosthýr "Ridges of The Secret Visage" and there dwelt darkness and decay and the black gates of doom held fast the crag of Dom-Dolópwerth "Hill of The Spider Cradle". ‘twas there dwelt the tosks of lord Bawfuin whose name in the language of the elves meant "He Who Deals Death" and he was the incarnation of evil in flesh. It is said that Kôrbash, the son of Aman made the tosks or spinners in the image of darkness horrible beings who from the waist line to the crown looked in semblance to mortal men but their abdomens were as great and terrible spiders and each bore eight appendages and eight eyes of motley sight and black fangs sharp as knives protruding from their mouths upon their hammer shaped heads. They came into the world in horror and as such left it but their souls went not unto the west to Ealondía but they came to the Halls of Isenbor to serve their god and king in the hereafter. And within the shadow of Dom-Dolópwerth did they breed great spiders ranging from one to three fathoms in height who fed on the flesh of the wights of the world and who could subsist only in the darkness. The greatest and largest of them all stood at a colossal three and a half fathoms high Affagür "The Utterly Dark". He was the mount of Bawfuin and the mate of Dhurdúwag "The Very Dark Menace" whose brood comprised most of the spiders that in Dom-Dolópwerth reside. But the tosks nor their king are the Pharoluin searched the night for many hours and saw naught, then at night's noon as he prepared to leave his post in the distance beyond the river Casgalach there marched an army throwing up curses to the heavens. The guard rushed forward to the palace of Droenchár and before the throne of Aradíon came forward and cried "Who dost cometh in the Night, speak or suffer!" and a harsh cry in a tongue the elves knew came and suddenly a sea of arrows harrowed through the darkness. Aradíon fled behind the walls six men died. And Bawfuin came upon the city from the north upon the back of Affagür and his forces did battle with the elves of Erincláth. One by one the enemy fell but unbeknownst to their eyes a secret band of several hundred harrowed the eastern flanks and they came into the city and slaughtered many and the tower of Nindur came crashing down. Blood bathed the city streets by Aradíon valiantly defended his keep and he warded off the enemy until they fell back and with the rising of the sun did Bawfuin retreat and his halberd thereafter came to be known as Marthuaín "Agonizing Demise" for its cut was worse than any other death imaginable. And Aradíon at once ordered the creation of a guard who would protect the city and Nanthós was the first to join for he alone was forced to watch his father die in the fall of Nindur.

He gnashed his teeth and a great clangor went forth from the grinding and in his eyes there flared the fire of rage, imperishable and mighty. His heart rent in two was whelmed with anger beyond wont, seething at the king of Druim-Gosthýr he made ready himself for the battle impending and straightaway he summoned to his chambers his sons beset with sorrow. Thus they arrayed their father in full panoply the gifts of the dwarves of Bándörath that at the behest of Tinthauvir did they wrought him in much laboring upon the forge. Firstly he placed along his legs the bronze greaves linked with silver fastenings that held them to the ankle. Next they set upon him the habergeon of gleaming silver wrought and girt on about his chest the corselet baring a light far as from the stars did it come or from the light of the west that glimmers upon the lands of Ealondía where so many now dwell in the house of Ürwe. And upon his right shoulder they slung the scabbard baring gold-hilted Valaghril the blade of the king, and took up the elaborate shield brilliant in the day. They crowned him in his helm, fletched with swan feathers fair and it bore valiance onto his head and in his ire did he bare semblance to Sárchuor, god of War. His gauntlets they set about his hands strong and impervious studded at their knuckles with iron spikes. He unsheathed his sword throwing up a strident clash as it brushed against his scabbard and he tried his armor and swiped the air with Valaghril, he spake "They will die, so many will fall for they have taken from us our people and from them we shall wrest their lives!" so it was and the king came down in splendor among his men and they were awestruck as if in truth a god was upon them and they all bowed before their king. Mábhauch the son of Pharoluin came forth he held forward his blade and spake "We will follow you ... yet nigh unto death our fidelity shall not falter!"

Thus their forces amassed at the great city gates and Aradon mounted Brächoialar riding valiant before his kindred. He spoke the words of hope to them and they in their hearts knew their purpose and all wert eager to go forward into death and war. Thus he mounted skyward his blade and cried aloud "Mo tathron ar mo y hetemyn ... For victory and for the fallen!" Lo the skies were lit by the bronze of their armor, they marched heavy upon the earth and therewithal did their armor rattle. But after a while they came to the shores of Casgalach and forded the river which was shallow and came only to their waist then forward went they from Parchrast into the land of Dhaed-nodh-Halad "Darkness Before The Ridges". They rested not nor did they eat but by twilight of the thirtieth of October did they come to the shadow of Dom-Dolópwerth and Aradon moved forward and smote upon the hidden door he spake "Bawfuin thou who art the servant of sin come forward and face the hosts of Erincláth!" There was a shudder and the earth did quake beneath their feat and lo the mountain yawned and the secret door was cast ajar as Guhorbal the tosk came forward and he spake "The Lord of the spider's hill excepts thy challenge and may the hosts of Dom-Dolópwerth lay waste unto thy kindred!" then the door was closed and a sepulchral silence fell. Anon yawned the dark and the door was opened and forth from the mountain there came the shuffling of feet and Bawfuin rode out sinister upon Affagür he cried "Vashwak Muglii! ... We go to war!" they assailed the vanguard cutting through them like a knife through butter and the hosts of Mábhauch fell back. Guardíon led the skirmisher to the rightward flanks of tosks that though without formation were easily rounded up and he slew them dead upon the earth.

Long were the hours spent skirmishing on the fields of Dhaed-nodh-Halad Aradon's forces cut through a great band of Tosks with ease. Hence twenty tosks fell to the blade of Guardíon and twenty three to that of Anchuir. Thíawen slaughtered nearly twenty eight yet their father slew thirty by Valaghril. At last seeing the great defeat of his army Bawfuin fled to the tor of Dom Dolópwerth but Aradon making use of a cleft of the mountain scaled the ridge and met his foe upon the wind swept peak fuming with rage. Bawfuin collided Marthuaín with Valaghril, to which Aradon struck back with a potent thrust of his sword scarring Bawfuin's second leg with its jagged tip. And as Aradon readied himself to slay the king of Dom Dolópwerth, Bawfuin shied from his ire and in fear of an elf cried, "I submit myself before your mercy, Aradon King." Aradon glared Bawfuin in the eyes, then in mercy thrust Marthuaín from his hands, and wheeling him about detained the spider in a stranglehold with the edge of his blade searing the carapace of his neck. He brought the spider to the bluff of that peak and held him over the tumult below. "Tell your forces to fall back." and through a series of choking coughs Bawfuin had his army abate by the mercy of Aradon. Thence the king in his clemency returned Marthuaín to its owner for he feared not and knew that none would try to assail him. He banished the tosks and their spider hosts from Mínbedan forever with the threat of death still looming over their heads. So joyous then were the elves of Parchrast and that they hailed Aradon as their savior and swore alliance by their amity to serve none other than him and to follow their king even unto the ends of the world. Verily, their return was one of triumph and renown, they brought back with them tales of their ventures and honor and respect. In due process then did Bríodel bare to her lover their third child and in accord with tradition the heir to Aradon's throne, Lord Eölrhan "Swan Feather". His hair was black and gleaming, his eyes blue like his mother's and his heart as compassionate as his fathers. He had a high brow and was the most well respected of all of Aradon's sons. Thus he alone was the most influential character in all the kingdom of his father, and he knew well every one of sire's attentions and beliefs. His was the element of water, and he loved the streams and eddies of the river Casgalach whose way was wide of girth. But most of all he adored the sea, the crests of the white foamed waves and the swells of the main billowing across its cerulean surface that laid silent beneath a sheath of light, then rising up and buffeting strong the blue sand shores. These he felt were awe' inspiring. Smitten by the brine he longed to be a great shipwright all his life though he knew as heir to the throne of Erincláth his duties were Mínbedan and Mínbedan alone. Often were the nights he dreamed of sailing all the seas of Abred until nigh unto death would he return an explorer renowned. In truth, he forgave any crime committed by any sole person and ‘twas through his incessant campaigning that peace was brought to the villages of Mínbedan. Ever was he arrayed in his kingly garb embellished with a coronet of silver that sat lightly upon his crown but he shied from his admirers be they female or male for he was slight of a narcissist. However as he aged his self-esteem weakened and he became a recluse, retreating from society into the haven of his own mind. Yet his mind would play tricks on him and he greatly feared his own gifts. The visions that Oroden had blessed him with he shunned and at length he forsook them altogether attaining what he felt was a form of social grace though still he never lost his reclusive creed. He honored Marigen and Tuasín as his patrons and it was said that the Ovar, maidens of the Sea would come ashore we he drew near to the shoreline of Tuaredhel and they'd croon melodies of Tarnüillen to delight his ears. Soon after Eölrhan came of age did Bríodel bare her third child, their son Easúl "Holy Word". He appeared most like his father having his same long ebony tresses but he had his mother's emerald eyes, and her bleak stubbornness. Eölrhan adored him the moment he came forth from his mother's womb and he took it upon himself to be the boy's tutor in place of Guardíon and it was he himself he chose the boy‘s name. So he raised Easúl to be a clever young elf, witty and strong but lacking in his brother's old narcissistic mien. From the first he was a tacit child who like his elder brother enjoyed the finer things of life such as music and art. He was the most eloquent of all his father's sons and when he spoke people trusted the wisdom of his words and they hailed him as a poet. His was the element of air, ever he enjoyed his visits to the hills of Domyn-Vánath and Eölrhan taught him the lessons of the Goddess Naular, patience and understanding. And against his father's wishes did he reveal to his brother the meaning of existence that Bedwn had taught to Aradon and that only he, Bríodel, Hírion, Tulaunë and Eölrhan originally knew, though now it lay in the mind of Easúl as well. His favorite toy as a child was his old kite made of leaves and twigs that he'd fly high in the air on those warm summer evenings into cool summer nights. As he grew older he grew to respect his brother more closely and they shared a lasting relationship that was the powerful bonding of brothers. Thus would Easúl do whatever Eölrhan asked. He treated Eölrhan as a father figure and shunned his own father. However when he came of the age of forty two his father declared him the herald of his house and appointed him to be in place of Eölrhan his messenger. If ever any one individual should have even the most trifling matter they come firstly to Easúl for his advice and unmatched wisdom. His patron Avar were Oloma and Rhíata whom he revered in dance and music. He knew all the stars of the heavens and it was through him that many stars were given names and the constellations were mapped and their stories told. He stood in awe of the night and venerated too, the raven Vinairë as his supreme deity even above his patron. Thus was the house of Aradon made of six and they lived as a family of six for many years. The city of Erincláth maintained its peace and traditional values and all rested commonly in the slender hands of concord.

But there was a silence on the night of Gwerthron 5, 233. No murmur of the wind was heard that day nor did any sound emerge from the waters of Casgalach, but all laid tacit beneath the vast wings of Night. ‘Twas a festival day, the festival which honored Bedwn's healing of the swamps of Lepthoen and the founding of the lands of Amdor. The Elves had reveled all throughout the day and continued their festivities into the gloomy hours of night. But a stranger came upon them from the north. He was a fair man wreathed in dark raiment, and baring a staff of willow made, topped with a round orb of obsidian stone. There was this presence about him that none in Erincláth could explain and as he approached the city gates many fell to their knees as fear and wonder seized hold of their limbs all at once, they were bewitched. Aradon demanded the stranger be brought before his court thus Mádir and Guardíon bore the pilgrim to the halls aloft Dom Caogh and there threw him before the feet of the king. The presence about him was great. His grin was full of malice and Aradon was afraid. "Tell me Pilgrim, how is it that you were able to cross the ridges of Druim-Gosthýr and still keep the wholeness of thy flesh." The stranger beamed stolid beneath his veil. He lowered his hood and a brilliant light percolated the lofty hall. "Tis a simple thing my lord. Hear me Aradon, son of the stars. I am Ellatar, King of all that is good in Abred. I am the lord who bestows gifts, the giver of freedom and I come unto you with good incentive. Rejoice now folk of Mínbedan for I shall bring wealth to thine halls and in a boundless store of glory shall thy house bathe."

At once the elves were struck by awe and many fell them to their knees in deference. Aradon arose from his brazen throne his eyebrow arced and he called forth all his authority as a lord of Elves and said. "From whither hast thou come, Ellatar, God of all that is Good."

Ellatar smirked he raised his hands on high and at once the drapes were drawn upon the windows and the whole of the hall was lost in shadow. Then as if from an ardor within a golden light poured forth from Ellatar and he shimmered and glowed and the council fell back. "Not from Är Niessa do I come nor from the lands of Arufin in the west. But I have come from Heaven above for I am the brother of Oroden most high king of the Gods. And hither I stand in thy hall o blessed king of the Dark Elves. And hither you address me as a God. I have come for one thing and one thing alone. To tell thee of my divinity and bless thy people with Goodness for I too am Kôrbash God of Blessings."

The company seemed confused for they had forgotten of the name of Kôrbash, the long years had erased it from their memory and they knew not of his evil. He held his hand out over the floor and suddenly golden coins poured as if from the void into an immense pile on the ground. Aradon came forth from his throne to behold the jewels and wealth that glimmered in marble house. Never had his eyes beheld wealth in gold or jewels for in Eldalíth the only wealth came in flowers and trees.

"Thou should stay in my city until the time is right for you to leave. Ellatar, God of wealth. My people will honor you as you should be."

"If I dwell hither and you exalt me as a god, and build for me a grandiose temple then I will give you boundless wealth and glory. Your armies will be the greatest in all of Abred that none might scarce endure thy forces."

For many years did Kôrbash Ellatar dwell in the city of Erincláth, at first in the palace of the King in the king's palatial bedchambers, only later in a temple that was erected for his sole dwelling. And as a son of Aman Aradon begged him tell the people of Alloth and life among the Gods. With winged words did Ellatar speak talking of Alloth and the kingdom that was there. He told them of Izakiel and of Usut, of Aman, Oroden, Kavara, Istaril, and the most important of those Valnar who dwelt there ere the great descent unto Abred. In time the people having been bewitched by the words of Ellatar, tore down the great temple of the Avar and within two moons as if by some unnatural force a second and greater one to Ellatar was erected.

The building in its wholeness stood nearly two hundred feet tall and four hundred feet wide upon the crown of Dom Dránd. Forsooth, Aradon declared Arvedíort to be the high priest of Kôrbash and he led the rituals and performed the animal sacrifices. At the rear of the temple was erected a single tower and the façade was embellished with images of Isenbor and the Dark Lord, and the Vaiyar prevailing over the Gods of Är Niessa. And they set to flight upon the highest spire of the dark temple the banner of the eye, swaying doom in the glory of Erincláth. Its milieu was an empty grey bordered in by pitch black edging, but the eye, the horrid eye was black and its iris scarlet red like blood. This the elves of Erincláth hailed as the supreme symbol God, now their minds had been perverted by Kôrbash, the lord of sin. The roof was crowned by a great golden vault, that was itself capped by an aperture from which the darksome fragrance of blood sacrifice arose daily at midday. The eaves were brazen and the pillars of marble made. No grass grew on Dom Dránd any longer but it all withered and died leaving only a brown sward of what was. And Erincláth was no longer youthful now they had forsaken the virgin. A contiguous pair of staircases descended the hill's rolling shoulder and connected the temple with the city itself in the same manner that the palace of king Aradon was connected with the city. Often there was a shadow that hovered over the temple looming gray with black investitures and the din of thunder could be heard crackling above the roof like the many beatings of a drum. And while Kôrbash for a while was satisfied with the animal sacrifice he began to crave something quite different ... elfin blood. In return for this he promised to deify Aradon and to give those denizens of Mínbedan sacrificed admittance into paradise. So many mothers brought their children to die and so many fathers laid down the pride of fatherhood and sauntered to their deaths. Dark red blood flowed down the steps and coalesced in dense livid pools upon the street and Kôrbash would drink the blood and thus be invigorated. So they were a wealthy nation but corrupted by greed, the final days loomed ahead tilting on the threshold of manifestation.

Eölrhan alone of the children of Aradon forsook the religion of Ellatar for in the hours of darkness was he given a vision of the future to come and from the start he honored not the name of Kôrbash and fasting of his lust of gold and wealth remained pure and safe beneath the providence of Oroden. Thus did he come to the youngest of Aradon's sons, Lord Easúl, desiring to spare his soul and with winged words turned him away from the darkness and with ease brought him into the light of Bedwn. So was he saved. But it was far too late for Thíawen and Anchuir, besmirched were their souls by their avarice and their sin. For they alone committed the first elfin sacrifice in the Temple of Kôrbash aloft the desecrated crown of Dom Dránd. And with this act did they transcribe their dooms for Oroden does not save those who murder for greed. None knew of the brothers' insurgency, none that is but Anchuir for he alone noticed their absences during the rituals and their dearth of prayers muttered before the feasts. Verily, then one evening Anchuir came to his brother's chambers in the halls of Dom Caogh inclined to expose his treachery against Ellatar.

"How many hours?" Anchuir asked. "Have you spent in conspiring against the Lord of Gifts, Eölrhan?"

Eölrhan's face contorted, he sat his hand upon the davenport and stared his brother square in the eye. "Why Brother, How many hours have you spent succumbing to your lust of gold and wealth?"

"I honor the dark lord as he should be honored as Evandir, the giver of Gifts. I perform the rituals, the sacrifices, and I utter the most holy prayers."

"Holy ... Holy. What is holy about the sacrifice of women and children, children Anchuir, elves who haven't even lived long enough to have children of their own. They are dead on an altar for your Evandir. I honor no God who demands the murder of the innocent. But maybe you do, and that is your prerogative. But mine is much more noble and righteous, I honor Bedwn and Tianach, Cereionnë, and Fanraís, Goddesses of Eldalíth."

"You would worship those who forsook us, exiled us from the golden lands?" Anchuir asked with an arced brow. "They banished us for our father would not be a vassal to the lady. She wanted the elves to be her slaves Eölrhan. But Evandir he requires nothing more than our unmitigated adulation and reverence. What would you rather be, a free man or a man oppressed in bonds."

"Bedwn asked for nothing less than fealty to her and to Oroden and fealty to the Gardens. Is there blood shed in the Golden Lands Anchuir tell me. Are they sacrificing children upon their altars?"

Anchuir seemed disturbed he stepped back from his brother until his body was at once swathed in shadow and he appeared swarthy in the half-light. "You will worship Evandir brother or else you shall no longer dwell in Erincláth. The city has no room in its walls for traitors. Worship him Eölrhan lest you wish a slow and agonizing bereavement. I will not save you and if need be ... I will inform the dark lord of your mutiny."

"If he is a god Anchuir than why doesn't he already know, tell me that and I might just change my mind. If you can tell me how a god is oblivious to what persists beneath his eyes then and only then will I pay him deference."

Anchuir leered, he said not a word but shying his eyes from his brother did he turn about and leave the room. The night came upon him once more rising up like a giant in the mists and he vanished from the chambers of Eölrhan back into the darkness of the gloomy hour and into the darkness of doom. Eölrhan sat upon his bed and cried tears of sorrow into the palms of his hands. "Then Oroden has forsaken you Anchuir. You are lost forever from his grace. Brother I pray thee disown the dark lord, he is only doom and perhaps still the future that awaits thee will not loom, it will scintillate. Aia Bedwn, taril du Maeg, y laur gö thar, na vuor, na cadnalath. Hail Bedwn, goddess of youth, the flower of the world, my judge, my savior."

Still Eölrhan did not come to the rituals nor the ghastly sacrifices, but at feast he did murmur prayers, prayers to Bedwn and to Tianach, Cereionnë and Rhíadim. Thus he made his practices more secretive using the cover of night for firelight rituals in his palatial chambers, and yet he never seemed alone. ‘Twas during this time of great despair that Eölrhan fell deeply in love with the lady Lauralf daughter of Guardíon and Anea. Often they would murmur the lover's language to one another from across the dining table or play with their toes beneath the mantle unbeknownst to the eyes of all those gathered in the hall. Verily, it was obvious they were smitten by one another, and too was it obvious that they had been intimate. In time Lauralf came to learn that she was pregnant with Eölrhan's first child and she knew in her heart the dark lord would demand its life. Thus she hid her gravidity from the whole of Erincláth and her relationship with Eölrhan like her religious practices slipped into secrecy. This lasted nearly an entire month and Eölrhan continued to worship Bedwn until at length Anchuir grew weary of his brother's insurgency. At once he called upon the high priest Arvedíort forth to the halls upon Dom Caogh. And There in the commodious vestibule Eölrhan was brought oppressed by obsidian chains like a prisoner before the thrall of Kôrbash. Delestir and Gallefdrin threw him to the ground, Anchuir leered, and the priest donned in his black albs came forward and said, "He shall be taken to Ellatar."

Therefore beneath the stars did Delestir and Gallefdrin drag Eölrhan across the streets of Erincláth, and crossing three leagues arrived at Dom Dránd and at the temple that there towered. They cast him upon the bloodied marble of the temple before the gloom wrought feet of Kôrbash whose voice frightened even the priest and his worshippers from him. "You question my divinity." Kôrbash demanded. Eölrhan peered up from the floor and saw the dark lord before him wreathed in a swarthy cloak of shadow, his skin was grey and his eyes crimson red like fire. His nails were black and piercing, he wore great black armor and his hair was braided and fell in many knots down his shoulder. Eölrhan was afraid but he forsook his fear and culled the gallantry from within, rising to his feet he stood audacious before the king of Isenbor.

I fear you not!" Eölrhan exclaimed. "You whom the Avar call Thargödröst Thyrologir, The enemy of the world, stalker of the shadows. You are no God of mine, You are the deceitful brother of Oroden on high. Your evil shall be your end and you will fall from your throne."

"Do you think your words inspire fear in my heart Eölrhan, son of Aradon. I am without fear, I fear none and I dominate all. This is my land all of Adar, and all those who dwell within shall pay me deference. If you do not worship me then not only are you forsaking the king of all you see, you are forsaking your own life. I have no mercy for insolence, Eölrhan, truculence will get you no where in this life. I can take it from you your life, for I am the father of death. If I will your immortal existence by the tree of Inor will come to surcease and every tendril of your lasting existence I will draw out into my being until I have devoured your entire soul. And if there is one thing I can promise you elf lord it is this, your death will be so, so painful."

"You are not audacious, tell me who is it that cowers before the raven Vinairë, Goddess of the night? You! Who bows before Kavara for his lust of his own sister? You! And who does Bedwn have no fear of but took thy crystal from thy crown in Esgadon? You! Accept the truth Kôrbash you are a filthy, dishonorable coward! Go back to the Hell pit that spawned you!"

Kôrbash grimaced, he said not a word but rising from his throne came before the prince of Mínbedan full of darkness. Eölrhan retreated back several arduous paces until he fell hard upon his haunches, overwhelmed in fear. Kôrbash spoke low in a harsh, foreboding tongue summoning forth from the hills of Druim-Gosthýr the great eagle Baurognir. Lo, the beast descended through aperture with talons outstretched and Lauralf came forth into the skirmish from behind a pillar of the temple crying, "Eölrhan!" The son of Bennetha scooped both elves into his talons and departing from the aperture once more stole away in the night. Kôrbash called back to him "Kill them Baurognir, cast their blood in rivulets across the earth."

For three days did he bare the prince and maiden over the earth of Thorelén far away from the land they once called home. Then on the dawning of the fourth day he loosened his grip and let fall Eölrhan and Lauralf into the thorny heath of Peridacht, left alone to die defeated. Baurognir lunged for them but Eölrhan held forth the bough of Inor scintillating with golden light that his father had given to him long ago and with holy words banished the eagle from Thorelén, "Achelin lon orogh du Wydryth, Iórv du erendh, vain gö thar! Nénto gö vaica du anel lon gloadë! I Banish you demon of Hell, Eagle of sin, bane of the world! Go to the shadow from whence you came! "

And they tarried in Peridacht for many nights and many days until Lauralf got with child her belly swelled and she knew she could not bare the child on the withered heath. Thus for many days did they travel to the south, following the river Cawellonacht, roving without a single destination in heart. Then on the tenth day did the sound of the sea fill Eölrhan's ears and they came swiftly then to the shores of Férchledhel upon the rocky cliffs of Nhëwórn, strewn with rocks. There they erected upon many bases of silver that city called Míliriand, haven of the tides. And when they had mastered all their toil, Lauralf at last bore her child upon the sand of the crystal beaches and they named him Olmórn, grey rock, in honor of the stone that sheltered her from the wind on that day.

Following the exile of Eölrhan and Lauralf from Erincláth, Rhiern the daughter of Guardíon, and Easúl, son of Aradon vanished from the city with an eighth of the elves they culled as cohorts. An army of warriors faithful to Kôrbash were sent to locate and exterminate all those who followed Easúl against the dark lord's will, albeit once they entered into the woods of Fin-Gothulbar they were never seen again.

That night an accursed thought came into the heart of Bríodel. She was restless, her mind was a disarray. Thoughts of mortality and decay filled her mind. And in her dream there was a great fire that consumed the hills of Dom Caogh and Dom Dránd and the temple was burning. Strange ugly beings were everywhere and Kôrbash standing as a giant over the city rejoiced in the chaos that transpired below. Lightning seethed in the Heavens. Aradon was dead, his sons were dead and the whole of Erincláth fell into the arms of Shadow. Bríodel herself stood by the king as his slave and mothers and children were dead everywhere. Bereavement was eminent. Anon Bríodel's sonorous shouts woke her, and the queen was sodden in a pool of her own sweat. The first thought that came to her mind was hatred then she wondered if Kôrbash knew her dream for he knew all that was thought in Erincláth and no part of Mínbedan could escape his ever vigilant eye. The thought set her affright. At dawn when her husband woke she told him of her dream, how their god was no god, and how he would deceive them in the end. The King was furious. Straightaway he donned himself in the weapons of war, sheathed his sword Valaghril and hurried to face the Dark Lord in his temple. Kôrbash knew he was coming, he knew of Bríodel's dream and now he waited upon his obsidian throne for the battle that was approaching. The doors of the temple were cast ajar as Aradon scintillating in his panoply, the copper gauntlets and corselet, and his habergeon of silver wrought, came before the dark lord, king of Hell, he said. "Kôrbash thou hast deceived me and my people. My son is dead and countless mothers, fathers, and children, innocent children have been slain because of thee."

"NO!" Kôrbash bellowed. "Thy own greed for godhood and Gold is what killed thine people. All that is coming to be is what shall be. Thou canst undo fate, for verily I created fate to be inexorable. Thee and thy people are dead. And I will use thine corpse to conjure forth from the depths a powerful race of beings that shall take possession of the world and make me its king. Thou canst undo fate."

"No I cannot. But I can still fight thee Kôrbash. And if I win, then thou art to leave these lands forever ... but if thou dost win."

Kôrbash interposed him, "If I win, Thou wilt be dead."

Aradon lunged at the dark lord swinging Valaghril so swift he dealt Kôrbash a deep gash in the upper portion of his right arm, scarring him forever. Kôrbash dithered several paces back and without caveat had cloaked himself in the form of shadowy cloud, hovering immensely before the feet of the king, then rising up like a giant came forth from the dark again donned in flesh, wielding Brúbelgir and garlanded in armor as black as the night. "I will smite thee!" He exclaimed. With one swipe of Brúbelgir was Aradon cast across the room until he struck a farther pillar setting it and several more contiguous ones to crumble. Kôrbash smirked slightly, then Aradion twitched. "How that should have been thy death knell!" Aradon arose unscathed to his feet and sauntered closer to the Dark One. "What God could have save you?" Kôrbash demanded, falling back upon his heels. "The Highest One" Aradon said but his voice was not his own it was deeper and more ethereal. "Brother, don't tell me thou hast forgotten the greatest of the Gods son of Aman. Thou hath corrupted the giants, the humans, the urisks, the narocks, the nagas, and the tosks, you will not corrupt the elves. Begone from here lest thou shalt meet thy death at the hands of a creation. Begone from the people of Bedwn. Leave these lands and return to the Hell thou didst come from!" Kôrbash was motionless. Aradon struck him hard with Valaghril and a spout of black blood gushed forth from the dark king's veins. He hissed and the shadow about him lengthened until at once it consumed his entire being and he was gone from the temple. A great explosion of darkness filled the hall and the building began to crumble. Aradon rushed forth unscathed and his eyes watched in amazement as the temple of dark minerals built fell and a new one of lofty white walls and golden eaves was erected by the will of Oroden thus had all this come to pass.

Before the great portcullis stood three statues of Cereionnë, Rhíadim, and Tianach all wielding vessels and pouring water into fountains of youth. Then as if by some magic spell the hill of Dom Dránd was covered in grass and the building shimmered fair in bright beneath a full lit sun and the shadows were gone. A great cupola depicting images of the gardens of Amdor crowned the building and cardinals, doves, nightingales, and sparrows were gathered all about the building and there upon the highest spire fluttered the banner of Guillíth in Är Niessa with an apple amid a garden of great profundity. The blood was gone and all the elves were brought to tears for now they knew they had all been deceived by evil. Thenceforth Kôrbash was never again called in their tongue Ellatar, but Angaurthýr Ognir, Lord of Great Doom the Deceiver. And in the temple stood nine cubits high a great marble statue of Bedwn wielding the bough of Inor in one hand and in the other naught, but she stretched out her hand ready to receive or to give.

That evening Aradon came alone with incentive into the temple, beneath the lunar light and genuflected before the feet of Bedwn. He began to weep, begging for clemency. Then waited, and yearned followed by great horror when he saw, for lo, the eyes of Bedwn cried and tears of blood slid down her cheek. Fear beset Aradon as the darksome omen unveiled itself before his eyes, many tears dripped like water down her marble face until all at once the drops fell upon the temple floor. He tasted the blood and knew at that moment there was no illusion. Madness took the king of Erincláth, madness that made him unsheathe his silver sword and raising it high above his head he cried, "Unto thee Bedwn" and stuck fast Valaghril deep into his gut. Aradon fell dead to the floor sodden in a pool of his own blood. And there the queen alone found him, and too insanity beset her and she ran from the temple crying, "Aradon is dead, Aradon is dead!" and vanishing through the gates of the city was consumed by shadow never to be seen again.

A great shadow, lurked in the halls of Críssolantë, cloaked in fear and curses came forth from its haze like harsh whispers in a foreboding tongue. The deeps of the night were great and the mists of the old world in whole were everywhere. Like wisping smoke it came from the gloom ascending the star dappled stairwell hovering upon the marble floor. It drifted through the hall and where it lingered the light was snuffed out like candle flame and all of the warmth in the room was drawn away giving forth a bitter chill. It passed many rooms veering its form to gaze deep inside each chamber, until at length it reached the last door of the west wing and there it found that which it sought. Bedwn slept silent in a bundle of eiderdown deep in sweet repose. Suddenly the shadow wreathed itself in flesh and there stood Kôrbash in all the fear of his might. Angaurthýr stood towering to the roof like a monster skulking in the night, his eyes full of fire. He said, "When she be a virgin ne'er again will they still pay her homage?"

Bedwn woke into the darkness that abounded for the fire of her torches was extinguished. She woke and saw and was afraid. "Begone shadow of the earth, begone and never again return to Amdor, Kôrbash son of Aman."

"I have traveled far and wide Bedwn, of the golden tresses and I shall have that which I desire ... thee."

The Dark Lord came upon her as a shadow in the night, unfurling his silhouette like two vast wings until at length the light of Bedwn's eyes had failed and all that glittered in the dark were the red orbs of Angaurthýr. He laid his malice upon the goddess and with thrusts ravished away her innocence. So was she pained and her cries filled the night air, brooding loudly upon the lakes and rivers of Amdor. Tianach, Cereionnë, and Rhíadim burst into the room and in horror beheld the deflowering of their lady. So much anger and fear held them at that moment, then they had the strength to fight, and Cereionnë threw her hands upon Angaurthir's back, Rhíadim upon his shoulder, and Tianach upon his haunches and they flung him from her. With all they could muster did they drag the son of Aman from the room disrobed and laid him harshly upon the garden floor. Cereionnëcursed him, "Begone thou scourge of Hell, ire murderer, rapist, traitor to Cumo. Thou hath committed far great an evil, sin of God. Begone to the shadow of Dathgór from whence thou came." Tianach threw back her head to the heavens and the constellations trembled in her ire. "Oroden most high, see what crime thy brother hath committed in Ida now. Lo the Virgin Bedwn is deflowered and her bed is covered in blood. Come and have him pay for that which is due." Korbash robed himself in armor and wielding Belgir, made for Fanyl. He struck heard her eyes and they caved and the face of beauty was horribly disfigured and bloody. Cereionnë drove a dagger deep into Angaurthir's shin and he fell to the ground amid a cloud of dust. "I will raise hell on the Gardens for no Oiala will ever harm me."

He raised Brúbelgir high into the air ready to smite the goddesses, when forth from the heavens there came a silver light, and a youth of great beauty descended upon them. It was Ulthö, the herald of Oroden. He alighted between the maidens and Angaurthýr, and holding his hands aloft the anger of the servants was mitigated and Angaurthýr lowered his sword. "The Father has bidden Kôrbash to no harm. Go thou evil God back to Hell and know thy life was saved by one much greater than thee."

So Kôrbash vanished and the gardens were left besmirched and desecrated. The elves of Tallenön took Rhíadim and wrapped her eyes in green clothe for never again would she see. Thus the only beauty left of her face was the beauty of her nose and her lips. Ever more is she known as the goddess of blind beauty and she who soothes pain. Cereionnë would be the goddess of vengeance, and Tianach the goddess who helps the raped. In all the fury of the incident they had forgotten of Bedwn. Ulthö harrowed the palace and flew swift of feet to her chambers and there found bloodied sheets and darkness, but no Goddess. "She is gone." He said.

So Tianach bid Dhüru, to seek out the lady Bedwn in her flight and with his divine tongue persuade the goddess to return to Críssolantë, for healing and restitution. Hastily the dark creature, swift of wing scoured the gardens of Amdor for hours upon hours. Then when the first ray of dawn caressed the golden boughs of the trees he came upon the estranged Goddess crying tears of Blood into the river Eäridluil. She was unlike herself for now her golden hair was tarnished, her chest was fallen, and her skin was grey. Bedwn reached for the scabbard at her side and unsheathing the blade of Elöra held it aloft. "I bid thee long life Elümenon lord of the sun, and may my decision not affect thine own existence. Blessed be the gardens of Amdor and the denizens that thither dwell. Blessed be Oroden king on high, and Oloma and Rhíata of Är Niessa born. Blessed be the past, the present, and the future to come for I have lived so long a life but now my life has been wrested from me by sin. O Gilvriel thou art a harsh goddess but thy will is infallible, this I have ever known. For did not thou apportion to me my office? And ever had it been so. Lo the dawn rises red, red with blood, I will give more to paint the heavens, so say I so shall it be." Bedwn drove the blade into her chest and fell dead into the sparkling waters beneath the rising sun. The flower of the world was dead. Dhüru returned to Críssolantë full of tears baring in his talons the goddess Bedwn and the blade of Elöra. Lo the gardens of Amdor began to wilt and die and a great brown haze rose up from the earth. Many were the tears that were shed but now there was automaton. Tianach gathered the elves, urisks, and Narocks, of the gardens together outside the great palace. And Cereionnë and Rhíadim uprooted Inor and altogether with the tree did they flee to the west full of gloom. They crossed the gardens and in their wake fell the palace of Críssolantë into dust. By noon through divine might had they scoured twenty leagues and came beyond the walls of Menówebth and for the first time the elves saw the outer light, and they were forlorn.

Ah, Verily Hirion, Bhalthor, and Cereionnë cried tears into the north of Bléndälé and the lake of Bóth-Cereionnë was formed. Tulaunë, Rhíannë, and Rhíadim mourned lake Bóth-Rhíadim. And Tianach, with the sons of Hírion, and the children of Bhalthor sobbed out the lake Tianach greatest of the lakes in all of Bléndälé. Melancholy abounded and the Elves, Urisks, Narocks, and Oialar were lost. Then in all the depths of their misery a light filled them as from an ardor within and they were joyous in the midst of great sorrow. "What is this feeling that consumes me. It is great and I cannot deny it." Hírion asked Cereionnë. Cereionnë turned to him her face alight. "The Elü of Bedwn does not wish for us to mourn so she is with us as the joy we are feeling."

They took the body of Bedwn and sat it within a great box of rowan made and wrapped the cadaver tautly in lavender clothes. No eye shed not a tear with her interment but the box itself met not the earth but Cereionnë, and Rhíadim took it with them into the far south of Thorelén to the shores of Gwáredhel and there aboard Laurolortë took the body of Bedwn to the island of Är Niessa. Tianach alone stayed in Adar to heal the people and she came to all those who called her name. so many asked what in Críssolantë had occurred and she told them of Kôrbash and the rape, she told them of his evil which Bedwn tried to hide from them. And they thence forth called him Thrugar, the rapist. Hírion asked the lady, "Why, how is it that Thrugar was able to cross into the gardens." and she replied in earnest "The Dark elves were bewitched by gold and so they told him of the gardens and the means by which he could breach them. But we shouldn't let rage consume us lest we are no better than Aradon and his kin. We must rebuild the city of Tallenön here in Bléndälé and make it a safe haven for all the elves, and root once more the tree of Inor."

So they culled gold and marble from the mines and in the heart of Bléndälé established the great city of Erádolmör, The Golden Wall. There Hírion ruled with Tulaunë as his queen for many years and Bhalthor and Rhíannë were his royal council his sons there too dwelt and were princes of Bléndälé. And every midsummer a new son would be chosen to carry offerings to the lakes that flank the dale and to pray to Bedwn the goddess lost. They leaved at peace outside the walls of Menówebth but their hearts were still with Amdor and the Goddess Bedwn. Tianach dwelt among them all their days and the tree of Inor was set to root in center of the city. In the end Hírion never forgot of the malice of his brother, and in anger stood from his throne and condemned them all. "War shall be waged against the people who have deceived their mother. The blood of Aradon will be spread across his home and all those who followed him shall fall into shadow."

Thus they came to the gates of Erincláth and Hírion leading them stood now in rage and hatred and there he issued a decree above the echoing cries of the fear inspired populace and over the mourning of the king now dead. "Aradon!" Hírion cried, "Thou hast deceived the Goddess! Thou hast been the end of the Golden Realm! For thy own avarice and thy stubbornness hast all that we have once found so dear to our hearts now lies in the ruins of Dan-Hlaerion. And I have come you will fight me or I will raze your city and kill every man, woman, and children and I'll have your sons watch as I rip the head from your neck!"


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