Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Tolkien's world, yet………

This is a short fic on Tar-Miriel, the fourth and final Queen of Númenor. Ar-Pharazôn (her cousin as well) forced her into marriage and overthrew Sauron and Mordor and imprisoned him but was bewitched by Sauron to attack Valinor. Knowledge of fall of Númenor is needed but you should be able to get a little of the back story I you don't know much.

This is death. I welcome you.

It is coming! The sea is coming! WHERE ARE THE BOATS? Look, Pharazôn, look what you have caused.

All my life I have answered to the men, I told them not to sail to find the Blessed Realm. Look what they caused. Now the waves are swallowing up the beach. My childhood haven is dying. My world is falling at my feet. I cannot stop it, no one can stop it.

They waves are coming, save me, o Valar please save me, what have I done to deserve this! I have followed the laws set down my, our forefathers husband, I devoted my prayers to you but why are you doing this?

The ports are destroyed, the lighthouses are being toppled to the ground, and the rocks are crumbling like they are blocks of sand!

I'm screaming for help but no one comes! Children are clinging on to their fathers who are crying, unsure of what is happening.

Oh Valar, look, children are crying, have you no pity???? Have you not lost your own children-the exiles?

Dear husband, you stole away my crown, you stole away my father's choice, you stole away my innocence, and you stole away my life. You stole away my people, you stole away the pride of our lineage when you forced me to marry you, cousin, you stole away my life and now Númenor, my kingdom, is drowning because of you and your treachery.

The mountain, perhaps the wave will not reach there, perhaps they will notice me and my prayers upon the Holy Mountain.

Oh dear husband, you are nothing, you allowed your self to become corrupted by power, and it has always been said; Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. I told my father that you would stop at nothing to be king, and I was right.

You were great, you conquered Mordor, but you forgot that Sauron learnt from the Lord of all Knowledge, you let yourself become swayed by his foul words, enticing you, forcing you to believe the Valar were evil when all they were was good, everyone makes mistakes do they not, we all know that don't we?

Why did we turn our back on the Elves? Why did we fall into disarray? I would have made us great once more, like my father tried to make us, I would have followed his plans to make us great once more, strengthened by the knowledge of the Elves. But you did not want that. You did not want to learn; we must all learn and accept that some people know more than us Ar-Pharazôn. Why did we turn away?

Lindórië, you foresaw what would happen and placed us, the faithful on the throne, but it was too late.

Oh Ar-Pharazôn, you desired immortality but you refuted the claims that we had a gift, a gift desired by the Elves, Death. Eru Ilúvatar gave us this, like he gave the Elves their immortality, why cannot you accept that we are the same but so different. We have the gift of death. What happens after death, we do not know. What Ilúvatar has in store for us, we do not know. What life if for we do not know. Why do you question the fundamental laws of life, Pharazôn?

The waves are drawing closer; I can no longer out run them. My prayers did not work. This is death. I welcome you.


This is a quote from Lord Acton. I think it can apply to many people in the real world not just in Tolkien's' Universe.

Hope you enjoyed it, please review.

Lindale