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In Romenna, a feast was held as the first child of Elendil was born. He was named Isildur after his ancestor Isildil.

Numendil was delighted. He said; "I know not that the elendili will live on, maybe even longer than the kingdom of Numenor."

Elentir was also happy because of his nephew fortune, but it reminded him of what he missed in his own life.

The celebration was held in honor of the new child, and attended almost all eleendili, but it was quickly interrupted by messengers from Armenelos, telling about the death of the Queen of Numenor.

"I fear for future of the line of Gimilzor;" Numendil said; "our king is alone and only a minority of the people and a distance family supports him. He need all the support we can give."

Elentir said; "I have asked for the hand of his daughter, but she let me wait for the marriage. Now I fear her sorrow will leave her in the past without thinking of the future.

Numendil said to his Elentir; "travel to Armenelos and stay there with Miriel. If needed, we will have to shield her from the influence of the Kings men."

Amandil said; "an omen from the west has been showed to us many times, but we all have failed to react. Perhaps our crimes cannot be forgiven."

Elendil said; "but I have no regret or anger. Why should my son be part of this? Can he not grow up in a peaceful world without having the responsibility you all have? He has committed no crime, we are all born innocent."

But neither Amandil nor Elentir answered

The King was devastated by the passing of his wife. He arranged burial at Noirinan but only very few Numenoreans attended. After the event, the King travelled to the tower at Oromet.

Far away in Middle Earth, Pharazon was leading a company to the southeast, many miles away from Umbar.

Pharazon had no fear, he commanded his men to persuade the enemy of which they knew little, except for what he left behind in pillage.

His men was not of equal courage. They tried to stop him.

Finally, Pharazon stop his raid, and ask everybody to hold. Both men and horses were tried and needed the rest.

They rested in a valley were they believed to be safe.

However as the night struck hooded figures appeared at the top of the valley.

The Numenoreans looked at them in the distance, not feeling any danger, but soon flying creatures started to fly into the valley and they had to hide wherever possible.

Fear started spreading among the men, but Pharazon remained calm, trying to encourage his men as well.

Suddenly as sharp light appeared on top of the valley. Some of the dark knights was thrown over the side of the valley, but the flying beasts dives to bring them up. Pharazon realized that the light was strong enough to keep the enemies away. He dared to climb up the valley and even though it was night, he saw a white dressed person riding a horse following the fleeing Nazgul.

Pharazon was the first to out of the hiding.

"What was this?" one of his men asked.

"friend or foe;" Pharazon answered; "it matters not. When matters is what we do to make them all our subject.