wasn't it always being invaded and had battles on it and whatnot?
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"In the year of our Lord 1314, patriots of Scotland, starving and outnumbered, charged the fields at Bannockburn. They fought like warrior poets. They fought like Scotsmen. And won their freedom."
"In the year of our Lord 1314, patriots of Scotland, starving and outnumbered, charged the fields at Bannockburn. They fought like warrior poets. They fought like Scotsmen. And won their freedom."
Invaded? No, was protected by Melian's Girdle... had battles? the fighters that wanted to joined some of the Wars, indeed... but it was probably one of the most peaceful regions in FA-Beleriand until Lúthien died, Thingol was killed, Melian faded, the Girdle was destroyed and Doriath/Menegroth invaded by Feanor's sons who killed most people... but Doriath as a realm only existed in the First Age and a short time before
And, yes, it was ruled by Thingol
("there thingol in the thousand caves
whose portals pale that river leaves
esgalduin that fairies call
in many a tall and torchlit hall
a ?dark and hidden king did dwell
lord of the forest and the fell
and sharp his sword and high his helm
the king of ?beech and oak and elm" )
__________________ Life is complex: it has both real and imaginary components.
what was the place that always been getting invaded, it houses the first of men i think
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"In the year of our Lord 1314, patriots of Scotland, starving and outnumbered, charged the fields at Bannockburn. They fought like warrior poets. They fought like Scotsmen. And won their freedom."
~~ the first men? Estolad? But I cant remember it ever being invaded
Without a Maeglin Gondolin would never fall which would be sad because "Great is the Fall of Gondolin" one of the best stories ^^ city would be great nevertheless ^^
__________________ Life is complex: it has both real and imaginary components.
In Middle Earth, as I come to the crossroads...I find myself in a perdicament....
Rivendell-How could you turn this one down? A place of magic and beauty...finding somthing new everyday, learning all the time the dif between good and evil, feasting on the finest of food, never worying about what you will do because you have forever to do it. When you find yourself running, you can be sure that if you fall, somone will pick you up, when you are dreaming you wonder at how pleasant it is, you don't ever want to leave, and you find yourself singing for hours on end surrounded by a warm glow and friends; in the hall of fire....
You could spend days writing, or just walking listening to the waterfalls or gazing at the stars...in this place, you have peace and the more you think about how happy you are, the more happy you become, and you find yourself falling ever deeper into the happiness; joy and love that you have for this place. The deeper you fall, the higher you are lifted up, to home.
ill take shelter beneath a rock at helms deep...and become a hermit...crab...
__________________ Where is the Horse and the Rider?
Where was the horn that was blowing?
They have passed liked rain on the mountains.
Like Wind in the Meadows.
The days have gone down in the west.
Pella i amoni tenn' lumbule