The Hope of Erethor
Aigeathir, meaning “Silver thorn” in the dialect of the snow elves, is the greatest of the Erunsil citadels on the Fortress Wall. The stronghold was once a sequoia of immense size, standing apart from its brethren on an outcrop or rock some 10 000 feet above the valley floor. At some forgotten point in the past, a mighty magic was worked upon the giant tree that transformed its bark into glistening steel. Over 130 feet in diameter at its base and almost 1 000 feet high, the tree’s lower limbs are missing; all that remains are its distant crown and several boughs radiating higher up the trunk, which serve as lookout posts and archer platforms. The great tapering trunk of Aigeathir gives it the appearance of a gigantic silver thorn thrusting up from the earth into the snow-laden clouds; behind the brooding, snow-capped peaks of the Highhorn Mountains dwarf the enormous tree and create an ominous backdrop against e which the citadel glints defiantly in the rare appearances of the northern sun.