Golden devices on black sails bathed in the first rays of the sun, glittering in the breeze.Īs the fleet drew closer to the land, a small castle was spotted near the shore. Then there were the massive galleys of Númenor, some of the finest works of Man, stretching all the way back to the fading night. But the century-old divides torn between the King's Men and the Faithful were not so easily healed. Fortunately Amandil held no grudge against the King, who trusted very few men after Sauron's treachery was made evident, and served as a councillor again soon after being taken abroad the Aglarrâma. Along with his three servants, the Lord of Andúnië was found by the Great Armament several days ago, on a small ship speeding east by the same vicious gales. "And the warmth of the sun's rays suggest a more southerly latitude, my King," Amandil replied in flowing Quenya. And now he had to face the consequences of his actions: exile to a foreign land where the very constellations were strange, likely with powerful enemies ahead. The twenty-fifth Númenórean monarch's attempt to seize the Undying Lands and defy the Gift of Man ended in a calamity so utter that there would not be a twenty-sixth. To Tar-Minastir, Elros Tar-Minyatur himself, even to Eärendil.
There was a time, very long ago, when Ar-Pharazôn, King of Númenor, was often compared to the Edain of old, those many ancestors he admired. "Land up ahead!"Īlas, things could have turned out differently. "Finally!" the proud King shouted in his native Adûnaic. After all, many of the Númenóreans glanced up at the night sky only a few hours ago, and it did not take Tar-Meneldur to notice that the very stars were unfamiliar.Īs the sun slowly weaved its way over the horizon, jagged peaks came into view. Such questions remained academic, however even if Númenor itself were not destroyed, they knew not the way home assuming there was even such a route. But such supply was not going to be coming anytime soon - if ever, and word has begun to spread amongst the sailors that Númenor itself was destroyed, Most likely sunk in the cataclysm that exiled them to this forsaken land. After all, the King was counting on more ships from Númenor for the invasion of Valinor, ships laden with food, water and weapons instead of soldiers. The Great Armament had large stores of supplies that could easily last for months, but even those would eventually run out. Yet as the sailors steered their great ships towards unfamiliar lands, a great sense of foreboding came upon them – great danger lay ahead.
#CHAPTER 6 THE KING UNDER THE MOUNTAIN LOTRO FREE#
Perhaps, just perhaps, they could finally gain what they wish in these new lands, free from past agony. Up ahead, the sky grew brighter with the first rays of morning, heralding the arrival of a new day - an uncertain day, for these weary travellers. It is a joy that Corunir lives, but what kept him from contacting us before now?'Ī trained falcon arrived at Rivendell, bearing a troubling message from the hidden Ranger-camp at Esteldín for Aragorn, Chieftain of the Rangers.Įsteldín lies in the North Downs, far to the north and west of Rivendell.Īragorn has asked you to travel to Esteldin in his stead to speak with Daervunn, whom he hopes can shed light on the troubling message.The stars had just disappeared when a fleet sailed out of the mist into an eerily calm sea, having experienced a calamitous storm but hours ago the roaring winds, and battering waves had finally been silenced. 'I fear that the news is grave, for Corunir was deemed lost years ago when his captain, Golodir, disobeyed my edict and took a company north into Angmar. Will you go to Esteldín in my stead and learn what tidings have come there? Speak to Daervunn, for it was he who sent the message to me. My path lies to the south and to the east. My time here is short, and I cannot return now to confer with my people. 'I know little more, for the message to me was brief, but Daervunn has asked me to come at once. It would appear that another such bird came to Esteldín from the North, gravely wounded, bearing a message from one of my kinsmen we had believed long dead. This morning, a falcon arrived, bearing a message for me from Esteldín, the hidden refuge of my people in the North Downs.
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