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Nienor Character Bio

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       I could not let my mother leave to find Turin on her own. She had left before anyone could even think about stopping her. Thingol and Melian had ordered Mablung and his regiment of Elven warriors to set out in her stead.       Thingol and Melian had been kind to us. We had arrived in Doriath after the lands of Dor-lomin became safer to travel. Our hopes were high as we entered the kingdom, hoping to see my brother. Mother had spoken to me countless times about Turin and although I had never met him, as he left before I was born, I still wished to finally see him with my own eyes. However, when we arrived and learned that Turin had left on his own years ago after an incident regarding another Elf, we were devastated.     Several years had passed, and me and my mother were treated as guests of King Thingol, and we lived a comfortable life. One day, a rumor that Mormegil, the man who had ceased Morgoth's grip on the region, was not w...

"The Jury's Out" Reaction

      In class, we played "The Jury's Out", a game where we split the class and debated whether or not Feanor and his sons were guilty of the crimes they committed on their quest to reclaim the Silmarils, including the First Kinslaying and the burning of the Teleri ships. I was on the side of the prosecution, arguing that Feanor and his sons were fully in control of their actions and should be tried accordingly. The verdict came back in our favor, the jury and judge agreeing that Feanor and his sons should be held accountable.     Being on the prosecution side of the argument, Feanor and his sons had to be viewed in a negative and almost antagonistic light. Our main argument was that the actions they took were all of their own accord, and the oath that they swore to had no part to play in it. Looking at these characters through this viewpoint really highlighted their despicable actions and put into perspective how their choices affected others. For example, the ...

Orc's Reaction to Morgoth's Battle

    The days in Angband blend together. Orcs such as I are not granted the luxury of living in peace. Our days are endless hours of work. We work in the mines, toiling away to find ore and fuel for the furnaces. We work in the smiths, crafting thousands of blades, hammers, and armor to be used in our endless battles. We work in the field, charging at our enemies, hoping to expand His control to the lands beyond Angband.      I am called Ruing, and I was working in the forge, smithing under the watch of Yulog, our superior. He walked back and forth down the aisles of the forge, ensuring that any armament produced is of the highest quality. If any of us workers produce too many poor weapons, Yulog pulls us away. I do not know where these Orcs go, but I know I have never seen them again.     I pulled a sword out of the forge, the metal still glowing red from the heat. I lay it on the anvil and smack it with my hammer. Sparks fly as the metals clash and th...

Eru and Melkor's Songs

Eru's song will use A Wonder to Behold, by Tonal Chaos Music. Link:   A Wonder to Behold Lyrics : I sing to those among me Who seek to make something greater Join me in song and harmonize And help to fill this crater   Let us sing all together No voice is out of line Every tone has a purpose Joined together, we shall shine   I have a great vision Of the world that will come to be With your help, it will form I pray you hear my plea   Once this world is formed, it will be yours to live I hope you treat it right; this place is mine to give Melkor's Song will use Diaspora, by Trailer Rebel Link:  Diaspora Lyrics : Do not join with Eru His arrogance is too strong He wants this world for all his own Is a rebellion so wrong?   His music grows with pride Our siblings do not know That once he has his way His power will only grow   To love this world is to fight To make our own tune He knows he can’t fight us directly For t...

Orc Character Bio

                 From the moment I opened my eyes, I knew pain and suffering. This is how life works in Angband. My childhood, if you could call it that, was not filled with laughter and happy memories, as rumors of Elven childhoods were. I was brought up to be a warrior to The Master. A mindless drone to wage His war against His enemies, with no regard for my own life. I have not seen The Master with my own eyes, only visions of smoke. I know He is a being of such power that me and my kin have no choice but to submit to Him. I hate The Master. Why do we toil away in the depths of His dungeon? Why must we be slaughtered by the thousands? Why must we fight the war that He brought unto Himself? But I cannot fight Him. Hate him as I may, His power is undeniable, and His influence is incredible. Thus, I spend my days aiding his services: forging weapons in the lava for the armies, taking patrol scouts and looking for...