Once upon a time, on a Plaza that was fairly new, a young hot-blooded Elf appeared from the mists beyond the outer reaches of this world that Eru created for us. He called himself Mormegil, the "Black Sword", another name of Turin Turambar, and the name seemed to fit, for he was ever banging on the Black Gates of Mordor with his sword, "Gurthang", unsheathed. His introduction to the Elves was eloquent....and in the wrong place! Lirulin yelled at him about it. His visits to Minas Tirith were longed for by the Queen and other young Gondorian maids. When he wasn't poking Haste in the eye, he was having a torrid love affair with Morwen, his mother, and sneaking off to the stables with Pip of Rivendell. He called himself an outcast. Fighting and chasing the ladies were what he did best.

But there comes a time when the frivolties of youth must bow to the responsibilities of adulthood. On a day of fanfare and rejoicing, he came to the White City, not as a visitor or just a regular citizen, but as its very own King Aragorn. The people welcomed him with open arms and cheers, for he was the very first king to grace Minas Tirith of the Plaza, an honor bestowed upon them by Eru, which they had not thought was so near in making a reality. The Queen also found surcease from loneliness, for long had been the days that she had ruled the White City alone and heavy had been the burden.Throughout his reign, he ruled fairly and just, as the contributions on this page will no doubt attest to. As Aragorn, he was always elegant and noble, true in heart to his Lady Queen, though she kept three locks on her door and an attacking parrot in a cage! But he still retained his identity as Mormegil, the rogue and charmer that would never grow up.

However, all good things must come to an end, but sometimes that just means something better is on the horizon. The day came when Mormegil announced that he could no longer continue bearing the rulership of Minas Tirith, and the people of the land wept to hear the news. As the new King, Elwing, was crowned ruler of the White City, a sound of rejoicing suddenly went up in the hall, not just for the new lady King, but also for Mormegil. For there he stood at the entrance of Merethrond, not as Morme, the lady chaser, or King Aragorn of Minas Tirith, but as Manwe, the Lord of the Breath of Arda...

Following are tokens of appreciation sent in by people throughout the Plaza, and as an expression of gratitude we dedicate this page to Mormegil, the great Vala, Manwe...once King of Gondor.

by Elwing, King of Gondor

Once upon a time, in fairest Gondor, there was a young woman named Heron who traveled to the White City. She had left her home in the Morthond Vale after the deaths of her family in battle and raid. She needed to learn whether the sacrifices made in support of Minas Tirith by her folk during the War of the Rings had been justified. After a long, grim journey she arrived in the White City. As she spent her last coin on some bread and thin ale, she fell into conversation with Mormegil. He spoke to her of the sacrifices made by many in Middle Earth and when she asked for counsel, he directed her to the Ranger Headquarters. His kindness to a stranger, his wise words and fair demeanor convinced Heron to remain in Gondor, despite the temptation to reside in Rohan or to seek out the White Council.

Some weeks later, her initial impression of him was confirmed through an event concerning that very Council. Her instructors at the Muinamacar Academy had sent her on a routine training mission. Her orders were to infiltrate Isengard and gather intelligence regarding their forces, troop disposition and defenses. While there, she overheard what sounded like a dastardly plot to invade Minas Tirith, overthrow King Aragorn and decapitate and cannibalize the very Mormegil who had befriended her. With all speed, Heron rushed back to Minas Tirith to report this so that the White City could prepare itself. When the self-styled head of the White Council, the tatterdemalion and verbally dysenteric LeBob, discovered Minas Tirith readying itself, he sent a delegation to meet with Mormegil. As it turned out, the plans that Heron had overheard were largely hypothetical, as the wizards were merely playing a war game. However, LeBob made snide mockery of the young woman's admittedly premature reaction, and loftily informed Mormegil that he should keep his Rangers on a tighter leash.

Mormegil demonstrated his quality (the very highest!) by defending Heron's actions and responding to LeBob's japes with a dignified, "I encourage all my Rangers to keep their eyes and ears open when traveling about Middle Earth." His support of Heron and his refusal to mock her for an honest mistake cemented her loyalty to him and to Gondor. In the days that followed, through the civil unrest of the Pink Brigade era, through Aragorn's attempted abdication and his deification, she has never regretted her choice to become a citizen and Ranger of the White City.

by Heron, 1st Hyandaner of the Rangers

'Twas not a long time ago,
I came to Minas Tirith and decided to go,
Into one of the Pubs along Pub row,
Follow everybody and get in tow.
It was much to my chagrin,
Mormegil the King came in with a grin.
I made a cheeky remark, I knew not why,
Forever after that I would sigh.
To the stables he told me to go, that little room,
Clean it up with this little broom.
I sang a bit to occupy myself,
It was sad no one gave me help.
It took about three hours and a half,
Without a doubt, it was definitely tough.
So I just did it anyway, being very annoyed,
At this silly King and his female exploits.
After that I really stank,
Of years of uncleanliness, so very rank.
Yet again it was not over,
He told me to make it cleaner.
He was definitely out of his mind,
Never such a crazy person I could find.
In later days I thought he had a fetish,
Of making me do dirty jobs and smell like fish.
I wanted to make very personal comments,
Yet this was crushed by his attempts,
At making me the fool of the place,
After a while, I really had no face.
I thought it was over when he "resigned" first,
Not at all! He still had the thirst,
To clean the already sparkling stables,
I almost resorted to hiding under tables.
Of course, now he's an eagle,
Produces more waste than a running beagle.
Mercifully I don't exactly have to clean it up,
When I see him, I fondly think, "Grow up."
He's a very nice person, really,
But if you don't take him seriously,
He'll tell you go to that infamous place,
If you need help, I'm an ace.
Mormegil, I miss him as King,
No longer in the Stables will I sing.

by Eldarion, Official Bard of Minas Tirith

There once was a ruler named Mormegil
Who lead Gondor with the charm of Elendil
This elf he did woo
When she came Gondor grew
Now she settles for an occasional "Eagle thrill"

Morme thanks for your leadership and the maturity you have brought and continue to bring to the Plaza. I appreciate your strength and leadership. You are beloved as a rogue and a gentleman.

by Laielinwen, Master Healer of Minas Tirith

Dear Morm:

You were one of the greatest rulers I ever met. I would like to thank you for what you did; from teaching me not to spam, to making interesting conversations, from the feeling of being unwanted to the feeling of being wanted. Thanks to you, I'm now less shy of showing my talents and contribute them to Gondor. I'll miss you as a ruler, but as my mom always keep reminding me: "All good things have their ends." But I also have to admit it's mainly because of you and your funny posts that made me choose Gondor over all the other kingdoms and every time I feel sad I just have to read one posts of yours and I have a smile and laugh. Thank you for everything you did and I'll never forget the day I met you, nor shall I forget you.

by Narsil_Anduril, Guard of Gondor

It was a sweltering Saturday afternoon in Merethrond. Mormegil was dozing in his seat beside King Aragorn. The King seemed to be studiously reading through an important-looking document in his lap, but from the tilt of his head and the way his crown was slipping, nobody present believed that was what he was actually doing. Courtiers bustled around, attending to kingdomly matters. Mormegil revived himself long enough to wink at an especially pretty female courtier, and then dropped back off to sleep. I was in Merethrond as a silent spectator, not daring to sing any songs for fear of waking the King, but I looked at Mormegil and thought, "Now there's a man who is loved by everybody." It was evident in his manner, when he finally awoke, that the inhabitants of Minas Tirith did adore him. They listened to everything he said, gave him flowers, hugs, and there was always at least one pair of eyes watching him in adulation.

That was my first meeting of sorts with Mormegil. Over the days that followed I got to know him a little better and he was everything I thought he was, and then some more. He deserves everything good that life could possibly give him. I wish him the best for the future and I'm sure everyone who has ever known him will feel the same way that I do.

by Seralqua, Balrog of Mordor

We ride, we ride, Eldalië,
Don't lose heart, strength must stay,
We ride to war, we ride to fall,
In battle, in glory, we live for all.

Our kings of old have told us this,
A chance for glory we must not miss,
For Elves we are and warriors true,
A coward's company we greatly rue.

Our hearts are singing, our voices sweet,
Our allies do ride, soon to meet,
Under Mormegil, the Great, the king,
We blow our horns, how they ring.

We ride, we ride, Eldalië,
Don't lose heart, strength must stay,
We ride to war, we ride to glory,
In battle, in war, to tell a story.

We all have seen him,
Our eyes grow dim,
From his glorious splendor,
the Iron-Bender.

He's Mormegil the Great, the True,
Orcs run mad when he says "Boo!",
Our king was he, a time long past,
But now he's Manwë, of the perilous cast.

His spammer-hammer is greatly scary,
Spammers see him and cry "Virgin Mary!",
Mormegil the Awesome is here,
They scream, and cry and shake in fear.

Mormegil the Great has come,
Around him no one can be glum,
He's great, he's good, he can be a friend,
He can keep you from a dastardly end.

We ride, we ride, Eldalië,
Don't lose heart, strength must stay,
We ride to war, we ride to fall,
In battle, in glory, we live for all.

by Aredhel Fëandro, Elf-Lieutenant of Rivendell

The Secret Diary of Gwaihir
Ranger spinster, romance addict and lonesome chocoholic.

31 March
Ah, well...woke up in the White City next to Bubba Gils' fishstand..holding bottle of Peculiar; my pipe broken next to me. Must have been chasing Morme again..stupid habit!

9 April
Yay!! I am the happiest woman in Gondor. Danced with the King in the Pub tonight.Until he stepped on my toes I was in heaven..slipped a dead mouse in to his pants..haha! (not)
Tried to lure him out of the Pub to watch the sunset..but he fell asleep..bugger..

24 April
Smoked to many of Niennas cigars..felt sick all day. Morme is all over this woman..
Tried to get rid of my frustrations on dummy in the training grounds..I think I'll go to bed early with a bottle of Brandy and a chocolate cake..sob...

12 May
Spied in Cair Loriatha where Elwing lives, a real princess!! She teases Morme by sending Derm to push him into the fountain..poor darling ..he hates water..! I saw him fall off the balcony of the princess' bedroom, his head covered with pink briefs..naughty King.

30 May
Was hunted down in the streets by Merethrond guards after trying to kiss the King.. How rude!!! He even offered me his cheek gracefully. Anyway..have started writing an opera to distract my poor heart..

4 June
Eldarion calls me grandmother, and teases me with my , so far, hidden crush on the King.
I believe he is the only one who knows..I wish it was allowed to spank a Bard..puh!

8 June
I am dead..I have just kicked the bucket. See..my lungs are empty and my blood is frozen..
Mormegil resigned!! What a shock..I have tried to hide my sadness, and cried for hours under Heron's bed ( what a fabulous rug!!) in Dor Moretirith..I hate my life..

23 June
I must admit I am the most pathetic woman that ever lived ...sat on a bench with Morme on the training grounds, watching Treyan doing the impossible..and felt completly happy when he stuffed my ears with corn kernels. I am such a debbie..

15 July
All right, I have accepted my faith. I am reborn..I have driven myself almost insane with this persistant quest to win Mormegils heart..which was obviously from the beginning..not mine..
So I am happy frolicking around in Dor M caves, working in the Theatre, being a good Ranger..And most of all : Having fun with all my good friends here, whom I all love dearly..

30 July
Woke up this morning in my red rowing boat, with a empty bottle of Merlot, on the shores of Cair Andros; something about an outhouse and pestering Manwe..hmm dunno anymore.
Haven't had a hangover like this in ages..and somehow I have confetti in my hair and mud in my ears..how strange..

by Gwaihir, Princess of Ithilien

Letter To a Friend

Menedas the Elf
C/- the Cave of Reflection
Southern Mirkwood, ME.

Dear Menedas,

How are you, my friend? Everything is fine with me. Its been a long time since I saw you last. However, I have contrived to send this letter, via messenger-bird, to you. Some time ago I befriended an Eagle, Gelaphane, and she is happy to do this service for me. She said that finding you would be no problem.

Now for news: The King has abdicated! Yes, the Kingdom is in shock at the events of the past few weeks; and though things have stabilized now, Mormegil (as the king was known in private), will be missed.

I still remember Mormegil: an Elf that had more in common with Men; or was he a Man who really wanted to be an Elf? Regardless, though he was a citizen of Rivendell, he seemed to spend more time in Minas Tirith than the Elf Kingdom. Right from the start I picked him as a shameless playboy. I was shocked for a while at his promiscuousness, and I wondered at his ability to make very suggestive comments to the opposite gender and get away with it! In fact I still do wonder! (Jealousy, do you say?)

Despite his rather deplorable habits, he became very popular throughout our Kingdom, and indeed, in all the lands. And so when it came time to elect a Ruler for MT to sit alongside Queen Arwen-Gilraen, Mormegil had the audacity to nominate! I was very dubious at first - after all, he was a citizen of Rivendell, not a proper Gondorian at all - and besides, he seemed a bit of a rascal with a rather 'damaged' reputation. Yes, I had my doubts as to if he would change his ways and not bring dishonour to the Kingship. Well, my doubts would turn out to be both justified and unfounded, because he developed a brilliant yet simple strategy - feign a split personality!

Upon ascending to the throne (I admit I voted for the other guy!), Mormegil became King Aragorn, and in that role he was everything you could expect of a ruler, and more. However, if there was a bit of naughtiness to indulge in, he could always revert back to his deviant alter ego - Morme! Thus, the conduct of King Aragorn would remain exemplary and unquestioned, while his 'friend' Morme would be blamed, with no repercussions (no wonder we didn't see them in the same room together?!?!).

In his defence, once he was king, to say that Aragorn-Mormegil took his duties seriously would be an understatement! He always seemed to be in the Forums, at times not posting, but still watching over MT and its citizens. The Anti-Spammers had a powerful and tireless new ally, and in partnership with Queen Arwen-Gilraen, the Kingdom was soon in top shape (though their marriage seemed less healthy!). I confess that I took him and his hard work for granted, until the first time he announced his abdication. My first thoughts were: "Where are we going to get someone to fill those boots?" And then I realized his importance, not only as King, but also as a quality person and member. Fortune smiled on us when Mormegil reconsidered, though only briefly; for, nonetheless, he was destined to give up his crown.

Fortunately, in King Elwing, we have someone who can also devote much time and maintain tough-but-fair rule over our kingdom; though, I still can't get used to the facial hair, girl!

Mormegil's abdication will leave a large hole in the fabric of MT, but a positive way of looking at it is to think of it as a promotion for him, or as an ascension into a higher calling; and that we have not so much lost a Gondorian, as gained a Vala (apologies to Monty Python). So if he were to read this letter, I would say to Mormegil; "Cheers to you, once mighty King! Your hard work as our Ruler will not be forgotten, and may the histories speak of you as among the finest rulers in the history of our Kingdom. Namarie!"

On that note, Menedas, I must sign off. 'Namarie' to you as well, friend!

by Morrandir, 1st Ehtyar of the Rangers

The Secret Diary of Mormegil, Son of Mormathorn

Day One:
Chicks talked to: 4. V. good.
Met up with Nienna. Walked forty miles. Skinned a squirrel and ate it.
Still not divorced from Queen.

Day Four:
Stuck on mountain with Anna Greenleaf. Gilraen really annoying.
Not divorced yet.

Day Six:
Handsome men killed: none. Disappointing. Stubble update: I look rugged and manly. Yes!
Keep wanting to drop-kick Huan. Holding myself back.
Still not divorced.

Day Ten:
Sorry no entries lately. V. dark in Nienna’s Hospital. Big Nurses.
Not divorced today either.

Day Eleven:
Handsome men killed: 7. V. good. Stubble update: Looking girly.
The rest of the Plaza may be hotter than me.
I wonder if they would like me if I gave them presents?

Day Twenty-Eight:
Beginning to find Robyn disturbingly attractive. Have a feeling if I make a move, Gilraen would kill me.
Also, hairy feet kind of a turn-off.
Still not divorced.

Day Thirty:
In Lothlorien. Think MC was hitting on me. Saucy wench
Nice chat with Gwaihir. She’s not so bad. Took a shower. Yay!
But still not divorced.

Day Thirty-two:
Nice girls seen: none. Weird update: very hairy.
Gilrean told me that a shadow and a threat had been growing in her mind.
I think Gilraen might be kinda psychic.
Nope, not divorced.

Day Thirty-Three:
Squirrels killed: Countless thousands. V. good.
Some soldier killed by Orcs. Don’t really care . Though he died bravely with an arrow thru his head, am now quite sure that he was very definitely a chick in disguise.
Not so sure about Gimli either.
RIP Unknown Soldier.
Still not divorced, but at least some of dying squirrels seemed to think I was. Might, however, have been blood loss.

Day Thirty-Four:
Gilraen went shopping. Said she was going alone, but took entire palace staff with her. Why?
My God, is everyone in this movie weird but me?
Not so sure about me either.
Still not divorced.

by Arlo Cúthalion, Elven High Lord of Rivendell