The power of the Dark Lord is unstoppable.
The nations of Arnor has been beheaded. Arthedain and Northen Gondor has lost their Kings. Argeleb II and Tarondor has perished as their nations will crumble too under the hand of Sauron our Lord and Master. Resistence is futile…
Murazôr - Lord of the Nazgûls
We’ll bite your knees off!
Marilyn
Jí Indûr, stood silently in the shadows of the streets of Pelargir. He knew his presence was not unnoticed, but for now he ignored the scared inhabitants of the City. He smiled to himself, as he saw the King of Northern Gondor, Tarondor, approach him with firm steps. He already knew what Tarondor was going to say before he uttered his words… how wonderful proud those Gondorians where. He denied Tarondors challenge: “I will fight you Tarondor, but our fight is not today in these streets, but my blade will find you tonight” With that Jí Indûr was off and away.
When the night came, there wasn’t the fight Jí had hoped for; Tarondor proved to be to easy an target; and before the moon was on its highest, Tarondor was stripped bare of his belongings and his life.
/Per ClL, LoR, DkL & Har