Aerandir

aka Ezolach the Lich who killed Bavarik.

Turned into a Lich by Hel's power following seduction and corruption by Meghan.

As Ezollach he kills Bavarik and, later Gildorian

He is in turn killed by Imrahir

Aerandir (Numenorean) - 565E

525E

Aerandir, from Numenorea, uses his gem of power against Orcus' army. (1st Age History)

561E

The 1st Council of Sutur meets and discusses the war against Dispater. The members are as follows:

Men: Lastar, Bavarik, Gundleus

Dwarves: Balem, Dor, Hamar, Zem, Ishtur, Findor, Maedus

Elves: Gelmir, Aerandir, Nenya, Elwe

Gnomes: Unglak, Yagrik and Ichshoos.

(1st Age History)

565E

Those sieged at Minas Olga make a desperate attempt to free themselves. Many of Findor’s House die in the attempt. Findor himself dies just as the relief forces arrive. Lastar changes the course of the battle by arriving from Numenorea with a force of Elves and Men. Despite the death of Aerandir and Nenya, Dispater is forced to retreat. Both the 5th Crown of Kings, which Nenya had worn, and the 2nd, worn by Findor, are delivered to Lastar. (1st Age History)

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back-story:

Milai recalled a song from her youth:

The leaves were long, the grass was green,

The Willow Herb tall and fair;

And in the glade a light was seen

Of stars in shadow shimmering.

Meghan was dancing there

To music of a pipe unseen,

And light of stars was in her hair,

And in her raiment glimmering.

There Aerandir came from mountains cold,

And lost he wandered under leaves,

And where the Elven river rolled

He walked alone and sorrowing.

He peered between the hemlock- leaves

And saw in wonder flowers of gold

Upon her mantle and her sleeves,

And her hair like shadow following.

She caught her breath and looked anew

And saw the sadness of lost youth

In his reddened eyes of deepest blue

And knew her feelings were mirroring.

Without a word they both reached out

And touched in wonder to embrace

Like a fly to the spider Aerandir without

Fear at their contact love blossoming.

Like day meeting night the pair entwined

Their passion as bright as setting sun

And with mortal ties left long behind

They crossed the bridge without lamenting.

Garth’s bewildered look confirmed to Milai that she had sung aloud.

“What was that?” he asked, seemingly transfixed by Milai’s voice.

“It was just an old song about a Numenorean King – Aerandir - who crossed the bridge beyond our sight. The glade was where he was said to have met a beautiful elf who took him away from this land, ending his sorrow. I thought little of it until now – just a children’s song…” Milai appeared distracted, mouthing the next line or two.

“There is oft sooth in such verse.”

“That is not the complete verse…” Milai’s head was hung, part in trying to recall the words part in sorrow.

“What do you mean?” Garth displayed little sensitivity.

“The rest is dark; told to remind us of the dangers of love – the danger of letting one’s heart rule one’s head.”

“What happens?”

“Meghan turns out to be a Drow, of some power, who devours Aerandir’s soul reducing him to a wraith and cursing him to serve the Drow. You might have heard of him – in your tongue he was called Ezollach.”

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