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Alcarin entered the Queens Quarters.

"I hear you are leaving for Middle earth;" the Queen said.

Alcarin said; "This is true mother, it has been over 200 years since the last ruler of Numenor was there."

The Queen said; "-and you are taking your son with you? –or maybe he is taking you with him."

Alcarin said; "I will be taking Calmacil with me. He wanted this. He is my third child but the only one who seek adventure."

Vanimelde said; "Seek adventure? We could have lived in peace for ages in Numenor, but our lust for adventures changed our fate. I cannot stop this I wish you a safe journey and luck on your adventures."

Alcarin hesitated then he said; "What is the point in achieving nothing? Grandfather hoped he could match the life of the elves. Maybe our achievements will finally grant us this."

Vanimelde said; "Look at me son; once I was beautiful, but now I look old. My skin changes as if it does not belong in the light. I will die like my father and everyone before this, and I will suffer from oldness. You and your son might change Numenor, but you cannot save me. I cannot bear watching myself get old! Should I wish to live forever if you return many years from now and I am still alive?"

Alcarin walked to his mother and kissed her. "I will return within a few years;" he said.

"I know;" the Queen said; "-but what about Calmacil?"

"He will return too, mother, after all one day he might want to have children;" Alcarin said,

The Queen said; "You have five children, Alcarin. One day you will have to select between them to find your heir. I selected you because you were the oldest and wisest, as almost all rulers has done before me. I find Calmacil the least fit to rule. You should select his elder sister or if you insist on a son, then his younger brother.

Alcarin said; "Maybe he will grow wiser in Middle Earth?"

"Or darker!" the queen commented.

Soon after Alcarin and Calmacil set sail for Tatyalonde in Middle Earth.

At the same time, Alcarin departed Numenor; a group of Numenorean left the White Tower also heading for Tatyalonde

The Numenoreans were as always on the watch. They did not light fires at night, and rode all day. They often send scouts ahead to look for enemies.

The man that was riding in the front climbed a hilltop to spot the horizon. He looked in all directions. His blood froze, as he looked south. He quickly rode back to warn the others.

"One Nazgul at the south bank flying high; I think he saw me!" He said.

"Dismount and hide!" Said the commander.

The grass and bushes provided good cover, and the Numenoreans had trained their horses to lay down and be silence. They spread and hid.

The Numenoreans lay completely still for minutes, they noticed the Nazgul passing them several times, but it remained in the air.

Suddenly a cruel and loud scream filled the air. The horses became nervous and several of them started neighing. The Nazgul screamed again, and one of the men could not take more. He got up and started to run. His horse followed him. The Nazgul dived fast and grabbed him and the horse. It then flew towards the south.

The other Numenoreans could just watch as the Nazgul disappeared in the horizon.

The survivors arrived at Tanyalonde, the same Alcarin did. They were greeted by the commander there.

Alcarin said; "the rumor is that these Nazgul are immortal and cannot be hurt.

Calmacil said; "It seems like they use fear as their weapon more than anything else. He killed one man, but put the scare in twenty others. Maybe this was his intention. To scare us from coming here."

The commander said; "you are safe here, sire! They never come here."

"Is this true?" Calmacil said; "Why is this?"

However, no one seems to know the answer.

One of the survivors said; "Maybe they fear the sea or water in general. We never see them when then there is rain.

Another said; "or when the wind blows."

Yet another said; "They also fear the sun. They are most commonly seen around sunset and sunrise. They often circle the White Tower, but they do not attack since we have set up torches."

Calmacil said; "There you have it. They do not fear men or animals, but they fear nature. I believe I know why they do not come here."

He pointed to the small tower in the harbor, where the fire, that guided ships burned,