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Arthas rode on the hills and plains with his horse, he was journeying the lands that belonged to his kingdom. He had to first see for himself what was where and then make plans to expand his power.
Before he had begun riding on his horse around the kingdom so freely, he had put Eliandir and Bard in charge. The reason he was so carefree was because his kingdom had taken the first step...
After the bridge was built and named Elwyn's bridge, Arthas and his men came to see pastures, hills, and farmlands on the other side of the river as far as the eye could see. He ordered rodes to be built and instructed a small town to be made as his center of command on the other side of the river. Lady Âreth had vanished after the awkward encounter, Thranduil remained silent so Arthas did not pursue the matter. In his eyes, the further away from the marriage, the better.
Some people were experienced in matters regarding farming. Arthas had them immigrate to the small town that was to be built. He wanted the farmlands to become his center of food production; The pastures his center of meat production.
Seeing that the Shire was fine, he left Eiliandir in charge. The elf was wise and competent albeit a bit too suspicious. He sent Bard to build the small town of Haven on the farmlands.
The few friends he had from Lorien that had stayed before, went back home and returned with their families and friends, they were inspired by the Town Arthas had built and greatly enjoyed living there, so they left to the south of the forest and found a suitable place south of the grasslands atop the hills, they built a town there and it was named Elf Town. The town was based on Elwyn and it acted as a midpoint between Ironforge and Elwyn.
Ironforge was doing well and supporting the need for ores and tools; Despite the long distance between the town and the forge, with the right timing everything went smoothly. Most of the weapons and armor were made by the elves by using the ores of Ironforge to support the small army.
Arthas went to the crossing of the rivers and left several designs and instructions for Brad and the Dwarfs there to build a city. He had drawn whatever he remembered about Stormwind and let the rest be taken care of by his Masons and builders; Thus the building of Stormwind began.
The problem of housing was taken care of. Many builders and workers were recruited by his gold to make Stormwind under the supervision of his Dwarfs and men. Food and water were plenty and no one remained hungry. Everyone had a job, all were happy. Mines were working fine and Farming was slowly beginning in the east of the river; Haven was slowly turning from a village to a Town per Arthas's wishes. The river was named, 'Carnena Sirith' (Redwater flowing) or 'Sirith' for short.
Arthas had left his instructions to build roads and carriages to improve transportation; He had commanded the building of Stormwind the future capital, He had also made specific paths for the army to patrol on. With the elves and his men defending the place, he left to adventure for a few weeks with a confident heart; Most dangers were already taken care of, after all.
He first went north with a dozen of his men and found the corpse of Smaug, he instructed them to transport the corpse to Stormwind. He wanted to make use of the Dragon's bones to make a gate and to use its scales to make armor. He left alone after that. He journeyed all across the lands of his kingdom and made plans to make use of everything.
One day, he came across an eagles nest, The mother eagle was dead; Three baby eagles were left defenseless and he saw that they were injured; The corpse of a cat lay nearby. He realized the situation and took pity for the eagles. He used healing magic on them; The baby eagles were soon healed but to his surprise, he realized he could continue pouring his light energy inside them. He grew curious and continued.
The eagles were soon engulfed in blazing light and he sensed some sort of transformation taking place. A while passed and just as he began to feel tired and his energy began to weaken, the eagles stopped absorbing his light. The shine died down as he saw the three eagles, his Jaw nearly hit the ground. 'Griffins?!'
He came to see three baby griffins, he theorized, 'Perhaps I healed the genetic deflect and made them become what their ancestors were? Or maybe I infused them with my power and caused a mutation? After all if Morgoth can do it, Why can't I?'.
His mood soared. He took the three baby griffins and continued his journey.
He was very curious to see what would happen if he used this ability on other beings. He chose a place and decided to experiment there.
First, he began with a tree, He did the exact same thing and the little tree sapling bloomed to become a big tree soon. He looked at his hands with wide eyes. He thought, 'What if I use all of it?'.
He chose another sapling and this timed did it with all his power, the ground quaked; He watched with wide eyes as a tree several hundred feet tall appeared soon. He named the tree Yggdrasil and decided to build a city on top of it later. The tree bore many many fruits of any kind. It was a perfect place to build a city, he wondered how a city atop the tree would look like. 'Almost like Lorien' he laughed with elation and continued with his experiments.
He used his light to make winged tigers and Jaguars perfect to be used as mounts; He made snakes with wings that resembled eastern dragons, he made horses with wings, he even used it on lizards and came face to face with a bunch of white or golden Drakes. All manner of strange and mystical creatures filled the land around the great Tree. All the creatures he infused power in were connected to him and remained subservient. He left the mystical land after making sure the creatures would defend it. He decided to return later and make the most mystical city of middle earth. After he left, Cranes the size of houses breathed smoke, and the whole land was surrounded by a deep fog.
He went to the deep north and stood atop the burial of the orc corpses. Frostmourn's influence was getting stronger every day due to the great amount of ever-increasing souls in it. He had tried to purify the sword to no avail. He decided to resurrect a bunch of orcs and get rid of some souls.
His eyes shone with a sinister blue color as he held the sword toward the ground. This was the place where the orc corpses had been buried after the battle of the five armies. most of the corpses were burnt but some were buried to the immense amount of bodies. They wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.
"Rise" He muttered coldly. The blue hue trailing from his eyes made his aura very cold and mystical. Hands pierced the ground as one undead orc after the other rose, the purple light constantly shining from Frostmourne and pouring to the land. Soon an army of 2 thousand undead orcs stood before him. Arthas was feeling very excited and cold inside at the same time. Wielding such power and dominion over wills of his undead felt intoxicating. He smiled, "March to the north and build these two cities, make it look like ruins but easily cleaned, and then return to me."
He took out a bunch of scrolls that had his insane and impossible ideas to make the two cities. It was impossible for the living to make cities like those that he had in mind so he decided to use the undead; A building force that needed no rest or food was super efficient and he could also lessen the burden on his mind. One of the undead took the scrolls.
He cast a mass healing spell to give them their flesh back and soon the army left. Arthas looked as the black figures, that shone with cold blue light occasionally, vanished in the horizon. He made sure they take a safe path so no one could spot them. He sighed in relief after he felt the burden on his mind lessen greatly, "Now, Asgard and Olympus will be built, I will come back in a couple of decades and 'Discover' Them..." He murmured.
He returned from his 3-month-long trip with a heart filled with joy and a head filled with ideas 'I might be able to make paladins the same way I made all those creatures!'.
He assembled all his army and lords and elves and dwarfs. He stood atop a stage as extended his hands and infused his light upon them all. More than half rejected his power but the other ones were engulfed in dazzling radiance. A few minutes later and the first paladins of Middle Earth came to be. That day was the 1s day of the 1st year of the Eron Calendar.
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So the 1st year passes; Time skips will get longer and longer from here on.
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Also, For those who think the MC is too adaptable and etc. I say this to you:
The Main character types used in the novels and stories you read on fanfics are mostly from 2 archetypes (At least the ones I have read): 1. A weak character that grows with the story, he panics and overthinks; Is afraid, and makes many makes. 2. A heartless cold man or one that has no ties to his family/earth that will use the situation to achieve his aims.
This fact has created the misconception that all Insert stories in fanfic must be one of the two. You have to realize there are many archetypes and these two are simply the most written.
I wrote a character that has the strength of heart, is mostly calm, is adaptable, is not a super genius, is a good person. Like most men(mature) in the world. That's why he doesn't do Fangasms, doesn't panic a lot, is not a horny teenager, and adapts quickly.