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Anarion celebrated the birth of his third child. It was a girl as her sisters who were born seven and fourteen years earlier.
The time were sad and the faithful lived in even greater fear. Elendil hoped for his eldest son to give hope to his people, as he had done at the other birth of Anarions children, but Isildur was remarkable silence.
Elendil took his eldest son away from the party to speak to him.
He said; "I see your mind is troubled, son, but I also sense this has nothing to do with the grave situation we face, now that Pharazons temple is almost finished."
Isildur said; "When I was wounded there were a young girl attending to my wounds."
Elendil said; "I know, her name is Vorondome."
Isildur said; "I wish to marry her."
Elendil was surprised but smiled; "I have seen you look at her son, but why go you look troubled, this is not sad news. She descends from Valandil and her family is here, and we should use this feast to announce your upcoming engagement."
Isildur the said; "I wish to marry her now, father."
However, Elendil said; "Vorondome is still quite young, you have lots of time. In Numenor engagements lasts at least three years. I will speak to her father and you will be betrothed."
Elendil expected this to be the end of the conversation, but Isildur persisted.
He said; "I need to marry her now."
Elendil looked at his son to understand why he would break the unwritten rules of the Numenoreans. Suddenly an obvious explanation became clear to him.
He said; "son, I see in you a person who will not listen to advice and take what he wants. If you have done what I suspect, you will have to answer to the father of Vorondome, and you will be subject to his judgement. I will speak to him shortly. Be glad you are the savior of a sapling of Nimloth, that could save your life."
Elendil smiled while he said the last sentence, and Isildur felt confident he would survive the day.
In Armenelos, in the garden of Aldarion, a giant building now stood. It was a round building that was five hundred feet tall, five hundred feet in diameter, and had walls that were fifty feet thick at the base. It was topped by a huge silver dome.
Sauron showed the building to Pharazon.
He said; "look at my creation, surely this is a place of worship, not a bald mountain."
Pharazon looked at the giant dome. He noticed a hole in the top.
"Did you not tell me you were finished with construction of this temple;" he said.
"I am;" Sauron said; "a louver will be placed there to let out smoke from burnt offerings."
"What offerings?" Pharazon asked.
Sauron replied; "the wood from the tree of our enemy will be used. It burns slowly but the flame is hot and will devour everything and all that is not faithful to the King."
Pharazon looked at the alter next a round depression in the floor. A few of the workers stood at the top of the alter next to a burn knot taken from Nimloth. At a signal from Sauron they push the knot from the altar, so it fell into the depression.
Sauron said; "I will soon light a fire there and we can pay tribute to the rightful master, Melkor."
Pharazon then looked at a black seat on the other side of the depression from the altar.
"Is that the sear of the King?" he asked.
Sauron answered with a soft voice; "No my lord, this is the seat of the high priest."
Pharazon looked at Sauron, first with anger over the ownership of the seat, then with fear of Sauron power.
However, Sauron calmed him; "do not worry my lord. There will be a seat for the great King of Numenor too."
Pharazon smiled but his smile was fake and his mind troubled. He turned around and left without speaking.