The Sons of Isildur 💔
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The Sons of Isildur 💔
To love and to live
by Camille_LaChenille (@camille-lachenille)
Celebrían and Varyandë grow close during the war of the Last Alliance, and unexpected feelings bloom between them.
Teen, Major Character Death
Words: 1,004
Chapter 9: In the Hall of the Mountain-King
Isildur's delegation meets with the Men of the Mountains, and tries to negotiate an alliance.
Even if the mountain-folk are ill-mannered people, they at least do not seem evil. Ciryon listens while father talks with the king. He assures him that the attacks into Morthond Vale and Lamedon have not happened at his orders. He bemoans his men's ideas and promises to do his best to put an end to their ill deeds. The truth however is that the people are poor, and hungry too, and perhaps it is no wonder if the rich farms of the Men of the West are tempting to the people of the mountains. Father suggests that the mountain-folk should begin to farm land themselves. There are many lush meadows in Calenardhon that they could clear into fields. But Buldar laughs and says that they are men of the mountains and do not care for digging in the dirt. They hunt their food and do not grow it, as that would be too boring, laborious, and uncertain too, for north of the mountains the frost could take the harvest at any time.
Thanks once again to @eomerofrohan for beta'ing this!! ^^
the line of elros ♚ royalty of arnor ♚ headcanon disclaimer
Isildur was the elder son of Elendil. He and his brother Anárion were born and raised among the Faithful in Númenor shortly before its fall. Though they were heirs of the House of Andúnië, neither ever saw their ancestral homeland, as their people had been forcibly removed to Rómenna. While still in his youth, Isildur fell in love with the farmer Cemniel. Their first child, Elendur, was born shortly after their wedding; the couple would wait many years before having another child. As the shadow over Númenor began to darken, Ar-Pharazôn purposed to cut down the White Tree of Gondor. When Elendil heard of this, he turned to his own father Amandil in his distress, but unbeknownst to them both Isildur overheard this and resolved to steal one of Nimloth’s fruits to preserve its line. He was grievously wounded by the king’s guards, but managed to escape, and when the sapling that grew from the fruit’s seed produced its first leaf, he was healed. When the Downfall occurred and Númenor began to be swallowed up by the sea, Elendil and his sons were prepared. In nine ships, they fled with their people to Middle-earth. With them they took heirlooms: seven Seeing Stones, the Sceptre of Annúminas, the Ring of Barahir, the sword Narsil, and the seedling of Nimloth. Isildur and Anárion were separated from their father during the tumultuous voyage to the mainland. They landed in the south, by the mouths of Anduin, and there established the kingdom of Gondor while their father founded the kingdom of Arnor in the north. At length, their family was reunited, and though their kingdoms were far apart they kept in contact through the Seeing Stones. Gondor was ruled jointly by the brothers, who held court in Osgiliath. Anárion settled in Minas Anor and Isildur in Minas Ithil, where he and Cemniel judged it safe to have two more sons: Aratan and Círyon. When Sauron, diminished from the fair and glorious form he had taken in Númenor, returned to the east as a shadow, he settled in Mordor and rebuilt his strength before attacking Gondor and forcing Isildur from Minas Ithil. While Anárion held Osgiliath, Isildur and his family moved north to Arnor, and aided Elendil in forming an alliance with Gil-galad, High King of the Noldor. In the very year of the birth of Valandil, Isildur’s final son, the Last Alliance of Elves and Men marched to war. Isildur left Cemniel and Valandil in Imladris as he continued on to the Dagorlad, where the siege on Mordor lasted seven years. His eldest son Elendur fought at his side, though Aratan and Círyon remained in the reclaimed city of Minas Ithil to serve as a guard should the battle go ill. At last Elendil and Gil-galad faced down Sauron, and though he was cast down both High Kings perished in the effort. It was then that Isildur took the hilt of his father’s broken sword, Narsil, and cut the One Ring from Sauron’s finger and defeating him utterly. Isildur ignored the advice of Elrond and Círdan to destroy the Ring, instead claiming it as a weregild for the deaths of his father and brother and an heirloom for his house. Isildur returned to Gondor and proclaimed himself High King of the Dúnedain, though he would rule in Arnor, leaving his nephew Meneldil regent of Gondor. He planted the seedling of Nimloth in Minas Anor in memory of his brother and buried his father in the tomb of Amon Anwar before traveling north with his three elder sons to reunite with Cemniel and young Valandil. Alas, before their company reached Imladris, Isildur’s retinue was attacked by a massive company of orcs. He sent his esquire Ohtar away with the shards of Narsil before the orcs closed in. One by one, Isildur’s sons died about him, and he heeded Elendur’s dying wish for him to use the One Ring to escape. But even invisible and swimming across the river, the orcs could still smell him, and he was shot, falling back into the water. No trace of him was found by elves or men, and the Ring itself was lost for millennia.
Some doodles from today’s stream (13th Jan). Mostly just lines and colours practice. Trying to decide whether I should go for that rough inked look. It’s very defined, compared to just pencil, but I do wonder if my backgrounds will be too soft by contrast. Oh well, I had some fun anyway. ft. @theongoingplague‘s warforged gladiator character Trauma. (top left) Go and follow them if you don’t already. :)
When therefore Sauron saw his time he came with great force against the new realm of Gondor, and he took Minas Ithil, and he destroyed the White Tree of Isildur that grew there. But Isildur escaped, and taking with him a seedling of the Tree he went with his wife and his sons by ship down the River, and they sailed from the mouths of Anduin seeking Elendil.
- J.R.R. Tolkien, Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age, The Silmarillion
The Life of Isildur 4/10
The King of the Tower of the Moon [WIP]
by Erdariel (@erdariel)
It is the year 3399 of the Second Age. Isildur with his family has survived the Fall of Númenor, and together with his father Elendil and his brother Anárion has founded the realms of Arnor and Gondor in Middle-Earth. The horrors experienced in Númenor have been left behind, and Isildur’s life has settled into its tracks in Ithilien, where preparations for the celebration of his son Elendur’s 100th birthday are currently underway. Everyone believes Sauron to have perished in the Fall of Númenor, but one day this belief will prove wrong. Isildur, Anárion, and Elendil must go to war in defence of their new homeland. The elves come to the aid of the dúnedain, and so begins the War of the Last Alliance, at the end of which Sauron will lose his Ring, never to regain it.
Teen, Major Character Death
Words: 30,122
So I really want to get back into writing because I have a story that I must tell, it’s haunting me. It’s an AU that centers around the questions:
What if Isildur and his sons survive?
How did the war affect them?
Can the family heal or are they doomed?
What happens with that silly ring??
And I really want to explore it, even if no one reads it (which I am anticipating lol). I’m drafting, mapping it out. But I’m slow and rusty and have way too many hobbies and projects.
Anyway, I was doodling for inspiration and I wound up with this, a reunited family with lots of…secrets:
Yeah they look cartoony but it’s a very serious and emotional story, I promise
I love them already and I HOPE one day I can share and make others love them too.