THE BOOK OF REQUIEMS:
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I, Sal.Gil.van of Mithar, the third son of El.bond’s cupbearer Nel.ross, do hereby now lay pen to paper and script my own thoughts of those beginning of days. This is a reasonable account of why we stayed behind among the Middle Lands of Men, and here at Eriduah specificaly became our home, as we greatly desired not to forsake all that we fought for in the Great War before. But with the departure from the world of Men, did we elect to remain, were but few in numbers being only a remnant of twenty and one. We would not see the ancient knowledge forever fade from the world of men and in our desire to that end was our stay driven towards. YET great things then did we not forsee even as challenges came upon us in maintaining and progressing the mundane of our keep and so we developed a new society and simply came together. Within the lighthouse, we called its name Varlendur, ( meaning Tower of Strong Friends), we build our new lives upon the ashes of the old. Determined we were to take part by education and not force upon us, those Bedouin tent-dwelling refugees beyond our gates. We taught them the character of Sinenya and they became new builders of our society. They became excellent students unto ‘the sons of Alno'il.mana the God’ they viewed us as. We skilled them in the various arts: masonry, shipwrights, fishermen, smiths, and copyist scribes.
SOME among our remnant grew faint of heart and long regretted their decisions for having stayed and saw only hardship, which never was our intent for neglecting the Call for the sea’s Undying Lands. Yet, in time the newness became a new reality we embraced and headlong fought to improve.
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