Beaconwatch

Minas Tirith, Nórui 3009 T.A. Steward's Reckoning

Theogorn scratched on his beardless face. He looked around to the white glimmering stones and walls of the city. The streets were bustling with activity: wagons were towed to and fro, builders were renovating an old inn on great wooden platforms and cranes, moving stones up and down. There was a market with many merchants calling and offering their wares and gondorian men and women in clothes of blue and yellow running or strolling all around the place.

All stories have a beginning and this is such a begin. If you are to know more about Theogorn, you have to look no further, for this is his first chapter. Many ages have past and many deeds are done: These by the great lords of the Undying lands and the mighty elves of the first age, as well the high men of westernesse. But the lesser heroes are forgotten: yes, I said lesser heroes indeed. Those whoms deeds are too small to be remembered, but too great to be forgotten.

In the night assailants came to Beaconwatch while the men were on unawares. Battle, fire, and the whistling of arrows set the air of alarm and soldiers went here and there to defend their home. Through the valiant efforts of the men the Orcs were beset, but not without loss, for there was great sadness from all those who had died.

Hemlef, son of Hemmel

​Hemlef was a guardsman in the service of the Thane who with a content life, he was wed to a beautiful woman who was with-child.