#grimxjudge

[himladian-lords]

Curufin sat in a corner staring blankly at the wall a little way away. His mind turned over and over what he had lost and what he had done. It fixated the longest and strongest on his brother and his son, neither of which he had seen in the Halls. Feeling a stronger presence approaching he closed his eyes trying to conquer his thoughts again.

“Hello Lord Namo. I was not expecting you to visit me here.”

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[warhornofgondor]

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Silence filled the great hall, curling around the massive columns that supported the tall arched ceiling. Ghostly souls lurked in the chamber, elves and men alike. All were waiting.

The thick soles of Boromir’s boots did not even make a sound as he approached the imposing doors. His time now come. They opened silently, blinding him with the light beyond.

Unspoken etiquette forced him forwards and to his knees before the dark featured man. Since the first Man in Arda, the future generations had been born with the innate knowledge of how to proceed when they sat before the mighty Valar.

“Lord Mandos, I am prepared to receive the Gift of Man.”