The Bright Sword

War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of NĂºmenor; and I would […]

The First Men

“Hard men for a hard land,” I heard you say. It might be so: who can say for sure, now that there is no longer even dust left of them to erode: even their cold blades have worn dull at the oil-stone of time.   And yet, it is like as not that a flight […]