![]() ![]() "We got a map!"įurther questioning of the Maester revealed that the Great Armament landed at Bandellon, of the Blackbar family - although the Maester referred to 'House Blackbar', a quick glimpse of the pitifully small holding suggests that the castle was held by no more than a mere lordling. "Here, my King!" A captain shouted as soldiers rummaged through the Maester's office. He soon told the King and his men that nearly all of the castle's occupants have fled once they saw the fleet, fearing what it would bring. Sure, there were a few unfamiliar words such as the old man describing himself as a "Maester", but Adûnaic and what he called the "Common Tongue" were mutually intelligible. To the King's utter surprise, he could largely understand what the man was saying. After a few failed attempts at using gestures, the man began to speak. ![]() Dispensing with the customary fanfare, Ar-Pharazôn hastily disembarked his ship, setting foot on this unfamiliar land for the first time without so much as a word, then impatiently made his way to the castle. A scouting party soon brought back news that the castle's gates were open, with the fortress almost entirely deserted except for an old man and a few women. 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. 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. 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. ![]()
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