King E?rnur looks over the terrace far off to his kingdom. The might of the D?nedain is vast, indeed, and a small hint of pride creeps into his smile as he asks, "What brought they out of the sea? Seven stars and seven stones and one white tree."
They would be surprised if they could see his kingdom now, and yet--
"All useless!" he cries to the dusk, for his forefathers were proud men and he, the least of the line, a failure if he cannot vanquish their greatest foe.
E?rnur bides his time. Next chance, he will not fail.
This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.