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Minastir and Ciryatan entered the Throne Room.
"This is my son, Ciryatan, My lady;" Minastir said.
"-and how did you earn your name?" the Queen asked Ciryatan.
"I have built a new shipyard in Middle Earth. South of Vinyalonde at the mound of the White River. From the White River, we can sail even deeper into Middle Earth, than from Vinyalonde."
"I see you carry a sword, Ciryatan;" Tar-Telperien said.
"I come directly from Middle Earth, where it is custom to carry arms;" Ciryatan said.
"You should learn the rules of Numenor then. Here weapon use is forbidden!" The queen said.
"My sword will remain in its scabbard, until I find a place for it, my Lady;" Ciryatan said.
"Not for long though;" the queen said. Neither Minastir nor Ciryatan understood these words.
"Last year at Eruhantale, I walked to Meneltarma. However maybe I should not have undertaken this endeavor. They had to use touches to light up the road for me to return safely to Armenelos. I cannot walk to the summit any more. You will have to do this now Minastir!" The Queen stated.
The Queen walked from the throne. She took Aranruth and gave it to Minastir.
"There is one more task you will have to do for your queen;" She took a little shine and open it for them to see the content; it was the Nine rings of Men.
"Draw your weapons and swear to me and Eru that you will never bring these to Middle Earth."
-and Minastir and Ciryatan swore. They knew little of the background of the Rings.
A few weeks after, at Erukyerme, Tar-Telperien stood at the top of the stairs leading to the King House, as her father had done before her. It was a cold and windy day; the spring had not yet broken through.
Minastir stood next to her, with Ullume and Ciryatan.
Telperien stepped forward and raised her hands. In her hand, she held the scepter of Numenor. She lost her balance, and Ullume hurried to support her. It was obvious for the people attending, that Telperien had held on the scepter much longer that her predecessors did.
"People of Numenor, I salute you!" She shouted.
"I present to you, your King!"
Minastir stepped forward and took the scepter.
"He is Tar-Minastir"
The people cheered and then began to repeat the name of the new king.
Minastir started walking down the stairs; Ciryatan followed him quickly. At the bottom of the stairs, Ciryatur and other members of the council met them.
Telperien looked at Ullume; "Thank you for supporting me, dear! Our nation is now in the hand of your husband.
Minastir was in a great mood. He sang all the way to the summit.
At the top, Minastir passed out bread and fruit as it was custom. He spoke about a glorious future for Numenor and for Middle Earth. The future of which he felt Numenor were obliged to shape.
As people started to descend again, Minastir was drawn towards the west. Even though it was cold and windy; the air was clear and Minastir could see far out to the west.
However, he could not see Avallone.
"I know you are there!" He said;" My victories in Middle Earth must have reach you. Will you not travel to my home to congratulate me?"
Telperien had returned to the Throne Room one last time. She put one of the Nine on her finger. There were no effect. She took it off and looked at it; "What is you secret, she said? Would you have given me a longer life in Middle Earth?"
She put the ring back in the shrine.
Before the year was over Tar-Telperien died. She called Minastir to her deadbed. "Remember, Numendil, to stay faithful to the laws of Numenor. If you do Numenor will still be protected blessed people."
As her predecessors, Telperien was buried in Noirinan.