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Sauron received a human messenger in the Dark Tower.

"The seapeople is building a harbor at the mouth of Harnen. They are demanding taxes in the name of their king Ciryatan and his son Atanamir from our people living there. Most people obey them but we wish not to. They are still only a few hundred, will you help us drive them back and into the sea?"

"No!" Sauron said; "You covertly surrendered to them once before when they came here armed only with trumpets and banners! Now they are back because you were weak. Grow strong and them maybe I will help you."

The messenger had to leave. The orcs at the tower was surprised by Sauron reaction. Sauron understood their frustration of not going to war.

He said; "let the seapeople torment the people of middle Earth. They deserve it. I feel our time will soon come anyway. –and then they will oppose to becoming slaves of the Seapeople by becoming our subjects.

In the summer, the people of Numenor gathered in Armenelos in the street below the Kings House.

Tar-Ciryatan stood at the top of the stairs leading to the King House, as his father had done before him. It was a clear day for Erulaitale.

Atanamir stood next to his father. He had Ancalimon with him. Ancalimon held the hand of his little sister Anaire.

Ciryatan 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!"

Atanamir stepped forward and took the scepter.

"He is Tar-Atanamir"

The people cheered and then began to repeat the name of the new king.

Atanamir started walking down the stairs; Ciryatan, Ancalimon and Anaire followed him.

At the bottom of the stairs, the rest of the royal family met them. It had been a long time ago since the family were that large. No one noticed that only Murazor was not present.

At the top of Meneltarma, Atanamir passed out bread and fruit as it was custom.

Like his father before him, he spoke about a glorious future for Numenor and its obligation to shape Middle Earth.

However, his speech changed.

"It has been told that on a clear day you would be able to see the tower of Avallone, but I have never seen it;" he looked around; "have any of you?"

However, no one among the more than thousand people stepped forward.

"Perhaps it is not there!" The new King stated; "Perhaps the blessed people has left us to our own fate!"

Atanamir was carried away by his own speech.

"-So they will not have to share their own fate with us! The blessed people do not die, not even those who led the rebellion against the western lords. Whereas we must leave this world including everything, we have created."

He voice became calmer; "We have sailed the most dangerous seas. Why should we not sail to Aman, if it was just for one day?"

All people were surprised by the words of the new King, but many of them felt his words spoke for them too. For a few, however the words were like poison, challenging those who had given Numenor to the Edain.

He ended by stating; "there is no wrong in searching for what other have. For myself I wish the lifespan of my predecessors, up to the forefathers of Elros Tar Minyatur."

One of the eagles circling the summit screamed. It flew downwards and just over the head of the King and his family.

Ancalimon little sister screamed and started to cry. Her brother comforted her and held her close. He whispered into her ear; "Do not be afraid of their scream. They belong to the sky not the earth where we live."

The eagle flew westward towards Andustar and out over the sea.

Murazor walked into the Kings Courtyard, while the new King and his family was at the summit. He walked to Nimloth, which was flowering. He took a branch and held it. It was bendable but strong. He would not be able to break it of the tree. He then took the dagger, he received from Sauron; it cut through the branch with ease.

Murazor looked at the branch he had cut of the tree; it was around a yard long, with a few smaller branches sticking out. There were lots of leaves and three flowers. As he stood there the leaves started to fell and the flowers turned yellow and then dark. Within a minute, the branch looked like it had been cut of years ago. Murazor looked at his dagger with both admiration and fear. He knew he had a terrible weapon.

Then he looked up and saw the eagle leave Numenor.

The eagle flew a long time over the sea and finally reached the top of Taniquetil. It landed on the arm of Manwe.

Manwe said; "The Numenoreans has forgotten their history! Now they want to create their own order. If they do, they will lose what once was given to them. If fear they have failed."

Varda; "No husband, there is still hope. They are not all like this, and they rest needs to be warned!"

At Eruhantale, neither the King nor Atanamir or his brother wanted to walk to the summit of Meneltarma. Instead, they asked the youngest sister to conduct the ceremony. She did that, but she hardly spoke at the summit, only looking at the sky.

As she walked down, she noticed Murazor walking a hundred feet in front of her. She caught up with him.

"Greetings princess;" Murazor said.

"I welcome you back in Armenelos, brother", she said.

"How do you think the service went?" she then asked him.

"You were great my lady;" Murazor said.

"Did you notice that only one eagle circled the summit?" she said; "I find it sad if the proudest among animals to fly will leave our island."

Murazor said; "The proudest maybe, but hardly the strongest."

"What do you mean?" She asked him.

Murazor answered with a smile, "not all that flies under the sky is from the west."

She did not understand his answer, only that he was referring to Middle Earth.

Shortly after the royal family gathered in the Kings House.

Atanamirs youngest sister was sad; she said; "It is with deep sorrow I will have to inform you all, that only a single eagle circled the Pillars of Heaven at Eruhantale."

Ancalimons little sister Anaire said; "It is a bad omen. It did not like your speech, father."

Atanamir answered with a smile; "Then it is free to leave!"

Most of the family laughed, even Atanamirs youngest sister. However, Anaire still was not happy; she walked to the only member of the family that seemed to share her fear, her grandfather, Ciryatan.