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The Legend of Haren
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In the year 31, I, Haren, son of Horen, left the lands of my father to found a village in the northern forests called Horenor, in the name of my father. When I founded the village I was known as 'Elendil', or Elf friend for my wife was of the Elves. Her name was Morwen Idril, she was as tall as the trees of her home, her hair as gold as the sun. We lived here for many years, but now, I feel stretched and weary of life. :: The world is marred from this war with the dark one and will one day be healed. Before this can happen the realms of Men will witness darkness at the hands of not only Iblees, but fallen  as well. A local wise man, wiser than I or any other man I know said these words to me not even a day ago (I think this is correct, the original is particularily difficult to read in this sentence)        ::        :: In the darkest days of Oren, when shadows cross the land, the heir of Horen, wise and true, makes his final stand. He must banish the demons from Oren, and then save the realm. Or shall he fail and fall like Horen, and Oren be where Iblees dwell? He must face the dark and bring the light, not fear the dark and die of fright. Only time will tell... :: These words speak to me and I pray not just for the people of Aegis, but for the one of my line to bear this  burden. I, Haren Elendil, leave these words of wisdom , "When the world comes crashing down on Men and they are rejected by the land, not even then will you give up!" :: Translated by Josef Timothee and Elindor. Original lost in battle. Any questions about the work can be directed to Axl Elendil, Josef Timothee or Elindor