Minas-Anor

Originally built by the Dunedain Anarion in the late Second Age, it was one of the three great cities of Gondor, along with Minas Ithil and Osgiliath, and was called Minas Anor. When Minas Ithil fell, it was renamed to Minas Tirith( the Tower of Guard). Also, it became the capital of gondor after the plague in Osgiliath. Fun fact: Another Minas Tirith was built in the First Age by elves.

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The House of Anárion was the extended house of the nobles and royalty of Gondor, descended from its first Kings. The house included the Kings of Gondor and their heirs, of course, but also their siblings and their descendants. On several occasions, the direct line of descent failed in Gondor, and other members of the house were called on to take up the Kingship. Most notable among these was Meneldil himself, the first King to rule Gondor in his own right, who took up the throne on the death of his uncle Isildur.

There are examples of members of the Royal House being granted important military roles. For example, the great Gondorian general Eärnil was a member of the Royal House, being a descendant of Telumehtar, great-grandfather to the reigning King Ondoher. Indeed, when Ondoher and his heirs were lost, Eärnil eventually succeeded to the Kingship himself.

One important political role, however, was closed to members of the Royal House: that of Steward. When Rómendacil I created the Stewardship, he specified that no member of the House should ever take the role. The descendants of the House of Húrin, who would eventually take on the hereditary Stewardship of the realm, were noted as being of high Númenórean blood, but they were not members of the Royal House itself.

When Denethor II was about to immolate himself upon a pyre, he proudly told Gandalf that he was a “Steward of the House of Anárion”. By using this name for the head of the royal house of Gondor he was rejecting Aragorn as a new king, calling the line of Isildur a “ragged house long bereft of lordship and dignity”.

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Then the heart of Éowyn changed, or else at last she understood it. And suddenly her winter passed, and the sun shone on her.
‘I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun,’ she said; 'and behold! the Shadow has departed! I will be a shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.’ And again she looked at Faramir. 'No longer do I desire to be a queen,’ she said. 

‘For myself,’ said Faramir, 'I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: not a mistress of many slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise.
—  J. R. R. Tolkien, The Two Towers
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“for myself, I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens; not as a mistress of many slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, while we d e f e n d our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright s w o r d for its sharpness, nor the a r r o w for its swiftness, nor the w a r r i o r for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of N ú m e n o r, and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise. ”

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‘For myself,’ said Faramir, ‘I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: not a mistress of many slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all’.

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Only Osgiliath herself was able to restrain the grief-stricken city from rushing headlong into battle, despite being only a shadow of her former self. In the days that followed Minas Anor hardened her heart, renaming herself Minas Tirith, the Tower of Guard, for she would not let what happened to her brother happen to anyone else. (to be continued)

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thecitysmith

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At the end of each day, when the Sun set and the Moon rose, she would look out across the Anduin, to where her brother lay captive. She did not fear his death, for one only had to look at the orcs, those fallen once-elves to see the Enemy could do far worse to him than simply end his life… (finished)

This is now a Lord of the Rings blog.

(there’s a joke about me taking you lot and and in the darkness binding you but it’s too obvious)

‘For myself,’ said Faramir, 'I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: not a mistress of many slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise.’
—  In which I discover that I really adore the way Faramir talks and that he is totally my favorite brother (sorry, Boromir).

So, you may or may not know that I’m getting the White Tree of Gondor tattooed on my back, covering my entire back. Well, I was thinking about it, and the trunk would just be a solid black line down my spinal cord. Instead, I could put something like this over it, like, in the center, so the roots would show below it and the branches above it, sorta with the city in front of the tree.

I'unno, it’s an idea. It would certainly make the tattoo more complex.

Minas Anor - Minas Tirith

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“For the fashion of Minas Tirith was such that it was built on seven levels, each delved into the hill, and about each was set a wall, and in each was a gate. But the gates were not set in a line: the Great Gate in the City wall was at the east point of the circuit, but the next faced half south, and the third half north, and so to and fro upwards; so the paved way that climbed toward the citadel turned this way and that and then that across the face of the hill.”

      ————-–The Return of the King