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Since Ar-Adunakhor had become king of Numenor, there were always guards at the entrance to the King Courtyard. The guards stopped Earendur at the top of the stairs.

Even though the guards recognized the earl, the said; "who are you and what is your business here?"

Earendur said; "I am the earl of Andunie, and the King has ask me to come. What business he want me to do or discuss I have no idea about."

The guards did not move. One of them said; "we will have to check that you do not carry a concealed weapon."

Earendur said; "this would be against the law of Numenor. I see you all carry weapons – with no intention of using them I trust."

"If you do as we say;" another guard said.

Earendur did not argue further, but let the men search him. He had no weapon on him.

He entered the Throne Room; the King was alone.

"You asked for me, sire?" Earendur said.

The King looked at him for a while, then he said; "Did you manage to walk up the stairs without help?"

"I did;" Earendur answered,

The king asked; "how is it that you who are only a few years younger than I, your King am looks like you are in your youth, whereas I can hardly walk anymore?"

Earendur did not answer.

"Have your Elf friends extended your life though their magic?" the king continued.

"You know well this is not within the power of the firstborn to do this;" Earendur said.

"Then why do you live on when death catches up with me?" the King shouted angry.

Earendur said; "I do not know why the One act in such matters? Is this what you wanted me to travel here to discuss, our age?"

Ar-Adunakhor was furious. He stood up and stretched out his arms against Earendur as if he wanted to strangle him. Earendur stepped a few steps backwards, and the king fell nose-down and hit the stone floor.

Earendur turned the king around to see his face. He was dead.

Quickly he walked to the vaults and looked into the courtyard. The guards still stood at the top of the stairs. They have not heard anything.

Earendur turned around; a young boy a couple of years old had entered the room and now stood and looked at the dead king, then he looked at Earendur.

"Gimil! Where are you?" A woman entered the room. She got a shock when she saw the dead king.

"Inzilabeth!" Said Earendur. He recognized his niece.

"Have you killed him, uncle?" Inzilabeth.

"No!" Earendur said; "he wanted to attack me."

Inzilabeth said; "Go now! People will not believe your story. I will be here and alert the guards later."

Earendur said; "what about the boy?"

Inzilabeth took the boy and said; "It is Sakalthors son. He is only two years old. He does not understand. Now go before anybody else comes. I will be alright."

Earendur looked at her, and then turned around. He walked down the stair from the Throne and entered the Courtyard. He passed the guards without problems and walked down the long stairs into the city.

Inzilabeth took the child up in her hands.

When Erulaitale came, the son of Ar-Adunakhor was crowned as Ar-Zimrathon.

Zimrathon stood together with his son Sakalthor at the top of the stairs leading to the king house

He held the scepter in his hand and spoke in Adunaic.

"I am your King Ar-Zimrathon!" He shouted.

The people cheered and begun to repeat the new Kings Adunaic name.

Ar-Zimrathon walked down the stairs and started the ascend to the summit at Meneltarma.

Among the people in the capital was Earendur and his niece. They followed the new king to the top but at a a distance.