«Once again, two doors were thrown open and they gave way to two new men; the first was dressed in a long robe, the color of which was indecipherable to be seen, but on which were clearly distinguishable, even from the position in which I was, evil runes and other signs unknown to me: he was bald and did not carry any weapon , except for a long dagger that sometimes peeked out between his robes; two monstrous hounds were at his flanks and they were among the most horrible beasts I had ever sighted up to that moment».
The tale of the Sailor and the Council of Isengard
«When I was able to see who had entered the hall, I saw that he was a mighty warrior, adorned with the same armor worn by the captains of the people of Khand. Scarred was the man’s face, as if he had suffered a severe blow in combat; a deep scar extended from the height of the temple to the jaw and he seemed to be in the grip of great fury».
A winged helmet, forged in mithril, adorned with two plumes intertwined in the white feathers of seabirds, covered his head, while long black hair fell to his strong shoulders, licking a precious mail of galvorn mail, whose luster was such as to be illuminated even by the dim lights of the inn. Tapered greaves and shiny bracelets adorned his legs and arms, while a long blade hung beside him, the hilt of which was carved in blue laen and inlaid by ithildin; a large cloak of noble workmanship, different from the faded cape with which it had hitherto been covered, hung over his shoulders: a graceful elven-made clasp encircled him at the height of the thin neck.
Gil-Galad. Son of Fingon, High King of the Noldor, one of the three lineages of the Eldar (Elves) featured in Tolkien’s novels. Also known as Erenion. He met Erfea when he was still a teenager and predicted that he would become a great Paladin. He died at the end of the Second Era, falling at the hands of Sauron in the battle that ended that era. He appears in the following tales: The Sailor and the Lord of Endore; The Sailor and the White Tree; The Sailor and the Witch King; The Sailor and the Great Battle; The Council of Orthanc.
Lord of the Eothraim, a people of knights ancestor of the Rohirrim, descendant of Imracar Folcwine. He asked the Lords of Gondor asylum for his people, driven from the land where he lived by the armies of the Nazgul Hormurath. He took part in the battle for the defense of Osgiliath, where he was able to slay Bairanax, one of the dragons who rushed to plunder the city. He participated in the following battles against Sauron’s armies and died in the early years of the Third Age. He appears in the following tales: The Sailor and the Witch King; The Sailor and the Great Battle; The Council of Orthanc; The Infamous Oath.
Bor, son of Dwarim, and father of Groin, one of the ambassadors and lords of the dwarves of Khazad-Dum, was known to the elves as Naug-Thalion. He became close friends with Erfea, when he saved some members of his people from the attack of a band of Numenorean mercenaries loyal to Pharazon. With his troops he defended the city of Osgiliath from the armies of Sauron, rushing to the call of Erfea. He died in the Battle before the Black Gate, killed by the Nazgul Dwar. He appears in the following stories: The Sailor and the Princess (although his name is not yet specified); The Sailor and the citadel of Dwarf; The Sailor and the Witch King; The Sailor and the Great Battle; The Infamous Oath.
Dear readers, I dedicate this poignant song by Dream Theater to you which seems to be inspired by the sad love story between Erfea and Miriel. In particular, these melancholy words that I transcribe are suitable for describing their unhappy story.
“But he’s the sort who can’t know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn’t know what a woman is. He wants you for a possession, something to look at like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He doesn’t want you to be real, or to think or to live. He doesn’t love you, but I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms. It’s our last chance… It’s our last chance…”
Ariel. Daughter of Aran, Lady of the Amazons, descendants of those women who had found refuge, at the end of the First Era, in the woods of the Rast Vorn peninsula. She rushed to Osgiliath’s defense and heroically fell, slaying the great dragon Ando-Anca that threatened the city. She appears in the tale: The Sailor and the Witch King.
“Touch this Man and your blade will have to be stained with a double crime!”; so beautiful the sovereign of Numenor appeared, despite the wound on her head darkening the warm light of her hair, that even the Black Numenorean stopped her blade, seized by doubt and remorse; then, gripping Sulring – who, fortunately, was lying not far from me – I shook a single upward blow with desperation, while with the injured limb I pushed Tar-Miriel away from the Black Numenorean. Eargon backed off, astonished, and touched himself the wounded chest; then he looked at the great carnage that was going on in the lower room and his gaze expressed despair mixed with repentance”.
She looked at me, without uttering a word; yet, her clear eyes seemed to ask me for forgiveness and she replied with an ancient saying, which the Numenoreans use in very serious situations: “I gave hope to the Dunedain, but I have not kept one for myself”. She was silent for a few moments, finally she sighed and took my hand so she spoke: “Would you like, then, to break the orders of your sovereign? Do not lie to me, Erfea, for I see in your gaze the doubt and fear that my words have aroused in you; and yet, if the loyalty of my commanders were to fail, I would perish and others would suffer immense suffering ”. I watched her, coldly, because, although my heart was bleeding profusely, yet I could not ignore how much her words had, in vain, tried to conceal: “You are deceived, Miriel, if you believe that our loyalty to Numenor has come less; know, however, that we will only respond to it, when the time has come and no other”. Then she dropped my hand and her soul went cold: “Go, son of Gilnar and may your loyalty not fail when the time comes”.
"L'unico uccello che osa beccare un'aquila è il corvo. Si siede sulla schiena e ne morde il collo. Tuttavia l'aquila non risponde, nè lotta con il corvo, non spreca tempo nè energia. Semplicemente apre le sue ali e inizia ad alzarsi piu'in alto nei cieli. Piu' alto è il volo, piu' è difficile respirare per il corvo che cade per mancanza di ossigeno".