1991
Five great ships arrived at Tatyalonde. The harbour there were filled with activities and life. It was Tar-Ciryatan and his eldest son Atanamir that had come to Middle Earth to celebrate that the White Tower was finished.
One of the men stationed there informed the King and his heir about the visit by Cirdan ten years ago.
Atanamir reacted quickly and before the King; "The Eldar seems to have forgotten, who won the war in Eriador."
"It matters not;" the king stated; "Our focus is to the south of here. We shall not interfere in the business of the Eldar; as I expect they will not in our business."
Murazor said; "Maybe they are annoyed not to be invited to this feast?"
Most people laughed over Murazors remark, but the King remained silence.
"We will leave for Angrenost, as soon as possible;" he finally said.
The King and his company travelled to Angrenost.
Atanamir did not say much as the company left Tatyalonde. The King noticed that.
"You are very quiet, son;" he said; "what is on your mind?"
"The Eldar!" Atanamir answered; "they gave us our home, but they also forbid us to visit their own home. At home, they live forever, even if they return here. Because they live longer, they act as our lords, telling us what to do and what not to do."
The King said; "You are wrong son! Their longlivity is not of their own making, and they behave no different from us when meeting the people of Middle Earth. The long lifespan applies to many other creatures, even those of the shadow."
Atanamir said; "Some people believe that there in Middle Earth exist magic that can prolong life!"
Ciryatan answered; "However that magic does not work in Middle Earth. My father wore the Kings relict in Oromet when he died but it did not prolong his life."
Atanamir said with a low voice; "I wish we could live forever!"
Murazor was riding behind the two. He pretended to be uninterested, but he had heard the conversation.
They arrived in the valley where the White Tower stood tall and proud, raising almost six hundred feet in the air.
Angrenost looked impressive. A thousand touches were lit and it could be seen as far as from the White Mountains.
Sauron stood far away at the top of White Mountain. He could see far and understood what was going on to the north.
The feast took many weeks. Afterwards the King received Men from Middle Earth. They came to pay tribute to the King of Numenor. They swore loyalty to Numenor and bowed for Tar-Ciryatan and Atanamir.
Ciryatan took Murazor to the grave of Rosiel. However, they quickly found out they had little to tell each other about her.
Next spring, the king decided to return home. Atanamir stated he wanted to follow him to get back to his family and son. However, Murazor declined to travel back.
"If you want to stay here, I will appoint you to commander of Angrenost;" Tar-Ciryatan said.
Murazor said; "No father, I wish to explore the east of here!"
The King said; "be careful, son; the peace of Numenor has yet to reach these parts of Middle Earth. I will give you an escort of five of my best men.
"You should come with us;" Atanamir said.
"I will follow my own path, Atanamir;" Murazor answered.
Thus, when Ciryatan and Atanamir headed west; Murazor turned east.
Murazor and his companions followed the north side of the White Mountains to the southeast.
One day they camped in a valley among many others. One of the men left them for private business, but he quickly returned screaming of fear.
"A monster is guarding the path leading up the mountains!" He cried.
Murazor and the others started to flee only taking what they could carry, but then Murazor stopped and waited. No one was following them. Murazor slowly walked back. In the forest, he found the stone figure that had scared his companion.
It was a carved stone figure, resembling a small, ugly man.
Murazor said; "I heard about these figures when I was a child. They protected the people living in the mountains from an evil wizard that used to hunt them. We better not disturb them!"
Soon Murazor and his escort continued their journey.