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The queen of Numenor was buried at Noirinan. Tar-Telemmaite watched as the body of his wife was carried into one of the caves in the valley. His three daughters were there with their families, but fewer ordinary people from Numenor attended the funeral, which had no formal rituals bounded to it.
The royal family returned to Armenelos by horses. Tar-Telemmaite said; "I hate death. I watched my father die and now I had to watch my wife suffering too."
Vanimeldes youngest sister said; "However, if death is a gift, we should never be afraid of it."
Telemmaite said; "That death is a gift, we have only be told by those who do not die. My brother die together with many other Numenoreans. Their future in this world was taken from them under pain. I believe that if they have had the choice; they would had chosen to stay with us."
Vanimeldes other sister said; "However was it not Malintales own choice to go to war? It was Queen Erendis opinion that men in their nature seek glory by the sword neglecting the risk that their enemy is stronger."
Telemmaite said; "Glory by sword? There are no glory in death. There are glory in achievement and creations, in wealth, in…"
"Music?" Vanimelde added.
"No not in Music;" the king said. He looked at his three sisters with disappointment.
"-in sport!" he said; "Alcarin, I will race you to the Tears of Nienna!"
Alcarin who was riding behind his mother gladly accepted the challenge. He rode pass the sister in high speed. The king was quick to follow him.
"So much for the glory of our father;" Vanimeldes youngest sister said with a smile.
The other sister looked at Vanimelde; "I suspect the king felt the need to speak with Alcarin alone."
Vanimelde did not answer she just looked at the two riding towards Armenelos.
A month after Vanimelde and Herucalmo came to see the King.
Vanimelde was angry; "We returned to our capital only to find that our oldest son have boarded a ship in Romenna. Have you suggested that Alcarin should travel to Middle Earth, father?"
"We have much to attend to in Middle earth. I myself is too old to travel, but I wanted him to ensure that the passage to the White Tower is free, and the people of the mountains will stay loyal to us;" Telemmaite said.
"So you will maintain your supply of Mithril?" Vanimelde said fast.
Telemmaite became angry; "No, so that the people of Middle Earth will stay out of the darkness."
He looked at his daughter and said; "There is more to ruling than music and dance; especially the maintaining of the great Nation of Numenor and its interest in Middle Earth..."
The King paused.
"It is the future of Arda, we are speaking about;" he ended. He looked at his daughter satisfied with his words.
Vanimelde answered; "I trust my father is aware that Arda was created from a song. A song by the Ainur; a song dictated by Eru Iluvatar which
Vanimelde said; "you were the one who forgot to live father. Former kings travelled around our boatsful land, but you hardly ever leave Armenelos, and people also tell me that in your youth you might have travelled to Middle Earth, but did you ever engage in a battle yourself. No Numenorean ruler did this since the days of Tar-Minastir."
The two did not speak for a while. They knew they would not agree. Herucalmo just looked at the floor of the Throne Room.
The king finally said, "I wish you luck when your time come as a ruler. I hope history will remember you as a great queen of Numenir.
"Maybe;" said Vanimelde; "but they will never argue that I did not love Numenor like the great Tar-Ancalime and Tar-Telperien.
She turned around and left the Throne Room. Herucalmo followed her.