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Murazor had travelled around Numenor for many years. He came to the west of Numenor and saw the tower of Oromet.
There were two unarmed guards at the tower. They were eating and did not pay much attention to the stranger.
"I wish to enter this tower;" Murazor said.
The men laughed; "You cannot," they said.
Murazor was self-confident he brought forward the letter from the King for the men to read.
"I carry this pass signed by our King;" he said.
The men stopped laughing. One of them got up and read the letter.
When finish he said; "I understand the letter you carry and it will undoubtedly open doors for you, but not here; we have orders that supersede this."
"I had no problems at the tower at Sorontil, what secret do you guard that will not let anyone enter?"
The guard answered; "I cannot tell; only the King can."
Murazor had to leave; he headed south towards Eldalonde in Nisimaldar. There he saw the fragrant trees of Numenor: Oiolaire, Lairelosse, Nessamelda, Vardarianna, Taniquelasse, Yavannamire and of course Malinorne.
He asked the local inhabitants of Eldalonde about the dried flowers of Nessamelda. Even though the flowers could be used for perfume, none of them had ever heard of them being used by men that competed in sports.
In Hyarnustar, he settled at the end of the cape for several years. He learned the secret of growing wine, and turning grapes into drinkable wine. Murazor felt better in Hyarnustar. He heard the stories about Avathar, a land to the southwest further than Aman, that no Eldar nor Numenorean had ever visited; and that even though it was connected to Valinor by land, it lay in darkness.
Murazor became fun of the Numenorean wines, and they seemed to stick to him more than other Numenoreans.
After travelling almost forty years, Murazor was a fully-grown man, even though he in height was a bit lower than most Numenorean men, and especially those of Elros blood. He decided to return to the capital, where he met the King in the Throne Room.
The King asked him where he had been all these years.
Murazor said; "I have travelled all of Numenor, but found nothing I could not find in Middle Earth and of the same quality, except the wine of Hyarnustar. It is true Numenor is beautiful, but I was not looking for beauty."
The king said; "Numenor is as it is. Although you are the only Middle Earth born human to come here, every Numenorean is free to leave. I never promised you more than a life in Numenor, Murazor. I gave you all privileges, I do not know what more to give you."
Murazor answered with a question; "What is in the Tower of Oromet father?"
Ciryatan answered; "Something I once swore to keep from going to Middle Earth, and I will keep that promise."
Murazor understood he would not get his father to tell him more.
Soon Atanamir returned from one of his many travels to Middle Earth. He had created many settlements in the bay of Belfalas as far south as the mouth of river Harnen.
To Murazor, he said; "Why do you not come with me? You are familiar with Middle Earth by birth. Even though this is a secret for most. I could make good use of you. And there you will be among the strongest."
Murazor said; "I see in you a proud person, a person that will allow no one to let him come second. However, you misjudge me, Atanamir, and the future will prove me right. I will go my own ways. At the end I will live longer and travel longer that you."
Atanamir laughed! "I will look forward to this. Do challenge me anytime you like!"
Murazor kept a friendly face and said; "I do not need to challenge you. In due time you will know I have won."
Atanamir did not bother to answer his half-brother. He felt Murazors words were pure Middle Earth bragging.
Murazor left Armenelos again as soon as he could. He often travelled to Sorontil and learned about the stars so that one day he would be able to navigate back to Middle Earth. However, he could not find peace anywhere. In Middle Earth, he had seen suffering and decease, but there were no such things in Numenor, everybody seemed content with their life.
He never travelled to Armenelos, and he never found friends among the Numenoreans. He found it difficult to approach both men and women, as he felt inferior to them.