The North remembers... and rises anew.
Annúminas stands once more, as proud as in the days of Elendil.
We are the people of Isildur. Let none forget it.
Long was the night, but the dawn has come at last.
Our banners fly again over Fornost’s towers.
The line of the kings is restored. Hope walks the North once more.
You walk among the Dúnedain now, #. Walk with honour.
The shadow broke us, but could not destroy us.
What news from Gondor, friend? We are kin once more.
The stars shine brighter over the Lake of Evendim these days.
We rebuild stone by stone—and with it, our strength.
The Rangers no longer hide in the wild. Now we defend our cities too.
I never thought I’d see Annúminas whole again. It brings peace to an old heart.
We may be few, but our hearts are strong and our cause just.
The Northern Kingdom endures, though many wrote it off as lost.
What brings you to Arnor, #? Trade? Duty? Or a longing for something greater?
The White Tree grows in Gondor, but its roots reach here.
Watch the hills—old things still stir in the ruins. But we are not afraid.
Some still whisper of Angmar, but we hold the passes now.
The realm of Elendil shall not fade. Not while we draw breath.