1869
Ciryatan stood together with his children and looked at the small hill in front of them. They were all crying.
The graves was located in land from Falasse. Most of the inhabitants were buried here.
Ciryatan youngest daughter pointed to another grave, the largest among them; "Who is buried there?" she asked.
Ciryatan said; "it is the grave of the great Soronto, once he was destined to become king of Numenor as the queen had no heir. However finally queen Ancalime gave birth to a son, and Sorontos claim for the throne became invalid. He chose to live here with his family for the rest of his life, never returning to Armenelos."
Atanamir said; "I do not want the same. I have stayed here because of you and mother. Now that mother is gone, I wish to return to Armenelos. Mother knew we eventually would like to leave. That is why she let go of her fea before time. No Numenorean should live less than two hundreds year. I intent to live twice that, and let no one destroy my will to live."
Ciryatan looked at his son; "Let us return to Armenelos then;" he said.
Atanamir said; "the rumour has it that the King is seldom in Armenelos. He often leave his duties to other people and is months away from the capital."
Ciryatan was optimistic; "Well if he is in Numenor, we will find him. Come children, let us look for grandfather."
Ciryatan rode to Oromet. The two unarmed men at the bottom of the Tower recognized the Kings Heir and they let him in.
Tar-Minastir was sitting in the top room of the tower looking west through a large window. He heard his son approaching.
Minastir knew it was his son, no one else was allowed in the Tower without the king permission.
"My son, I welcome you to my Tower!" He said, but without taking his eyes from the horizon.
Ciryatan said; "Thank you, father. I bring sad news. My wife Solore has passed away."
The King said; "I am sadden by this news, I hope you had good years in Falasse."
Ciryatan confirmed; "we had."
Minastir continued to look out at the sea, finally he said; "it is strange this morning I was positive I saw a ship in the horizon, but now I cannot see it anymore."
Ciryatan said; "Why do you not come to Armenelos. It has just been Erulaitale. People are asking why the King did not attend the feast, but left it to other members of the council to conduct the event."
Minastir did not answer for a while. Then he said; "they tell me there are only two eagles circling the summit now."
Ciryatan answered; "I do not know, I have not ascended the Pillars of Heaven for several years."
Ciryatan became impatient, he said; "Father, why are you looking west when you should look east. There are business to attend to for the King of Numenor."
Minastir turned around and looked at his son for the first time during the conversation, he said; "yes son, you are right. Perhaps I should ascent Meneltarma one more time."
In the autumn, the people of Numenor gathered in Armenelos in the street below the Kings House.
Tar-Minastir stood at the top of the stairs leading to the King House, as her father had done before her. It was a cold and windy day for Eruhantale."
Ciryatan stood next to his father.
Minastir stepped forward and raised his hands. In his hand, he held the scepter of Numenor.
"People of Numenor, I salute you!" He shouted.
"I present to you, your King!"
Ciryatan stepped forward and took the scepter.
"He is Tar-Ciryatan"
The people cheered and then began to repeat the name of the new king.
Minastir started walking down the stairs; Ciryatan was surprised that the former King would walked to the summit. Telperien and other former rulers had been too old to walk to the summit, but Minastir wanted to see the summit one more time.
At the button of the stairs, Ciryatans children met him and joined the procession.
At the top, Ciryatan passed out bread and fruit as it was custom. He spoke about a glorious future for Numenor and its obligation to shape Middle Earth.
Ciryatan looked up at the eagles. There were only two. He looked at his father, but he was busy looking west.
At the meeting, Ciryatan told the council he wanted his son Atanamir to join as the King Heir.
He said; "I know Atanamir is only seventy years old, but I plan to travel to Middle Earth next year and I want him to rule in my absent. Next year it is one hundred years since we started building the white tower. I want to celebrate this and make sure the construction will continue."
