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October · The Northern Kingdom of Arnor was in its prime the seat of the High King of Arnor and Gondor. It was destroyed in T.A. 1974, but the Rangers of the North continued to keep watch over its ruins.

@tolkienofcolourweek day one | kingdoms, settlements, nomads | dúnedain of the north

There they established in the North-west the Númenorean realms in exile, Arnor and Gondor. Elendil was the High King and dwelt in the North at Annúminas... At its greatest Arnor included all Eriador.

—The Lord of the Rings: Appendix A, “The Númenorean Kings: Númenor; Eriador, Arnor, and the Heirs of Isildur”

In the latter days of the last age, before the War of the Ring, there was a man named Dírhael and his wife was Ivorwen daughter of Gilbarad, and they dwelt in a hidden fastness in the wilds of Eriador; for they were of the ancient people of the Dúnedain, that of old were kings of men, but were now fallen on darkened days.

—The Histories of Middle-earth: Volume XII: The Peoples of Middle-earth, “The Making of Appendix A: The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen”

When the kingdom ended the Dúnedain passed into the shadows and became a secret and wandering people, and their deeds and labours were seldom sung or recorded.

Which is fine for Peredhel-turned-mortal Arwen, when elves can go centuries between having kids, and Dúnadan Aragorn, who knows he's got another 80-100 years in the tank before he *coughs politely* can't empty the tank. The Arnor Dúnedain, who for generations as an entire people have been crashing on Elrond's couch while larping at still having a kingdom, would understand this intuitively. But the people of Gondor (only a small percentage of which I think are Dúnedain?) may not quiiiiite understand this, not completely internalized it.

So they are hovering around Arwen, this beautiful alien creature that just landed in their backyard and snapped up the most available bachelor before he even came on the market, and she sometimes says outrageous things like "oh, I remember King Eärendur's wife liked this cookie recipe" and the servants and guests at tea cannot help but share a Look because that was 2160+ years ago, and does someone have to ask her if . . . if she knows what sex is?

Fanfiction version here

⛵"Et Eärello Endorenna Utúlien. Sinomë Maruvan Ar Hildinyar Tenn' Ambar-metta." ⛵🌊🌊⛵

"Out of the Great Sea to Middle-earth I am come. In this place will I abide, and my heirs, unto the ending of the world." ⛵🌊

Captain Elendil, this one's for you 🫡🙏🏻

POV: your home, your people, your kingdom has been destroyed...but instead of wallowing (which, imo, no one could blame you for), you turn your gaze to the future and see possibility there...and make a commitment to that future. (And possibility there will be indeed, aka making the fallen kingdom anew...and when you're sad about the fall, your bestie made you some towers so that you can look across the sea and remember your old home 🙏🏻🥺)

9 ships, a sceptre and a certain sword (🌖☀️), a very particular 💍 with quite a history to it, a certain kind of crown 👑✨...#iykyk 😌

⛵🌊💍🗡️👑✨🤓✍🏻💙

Eärendur contradicts her, almost through instinct. “Perhaps it might have been so elsewhere. Our line would not stoop to such heathen kinstrife.”

“It has happened before, even in our line.”

“If you so meant to compare any of our children to the Accursed King, I hardly think—”