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From the time of Tar-Ancalime, a few Numenoreans had begun to settle down in Middle Earth never to return. At the beginning, they were welcomed wherever they came. They were considered teachers, entrepreneurs and scientists. However, under Tar-Ciryatan, their presence became less welcomed, as they started to become rulers demanding more and given less.
"One of those Numenoreans was Ciryamir;" Sauron said; "He was obsessed with the magic of Middle Earth, and he built a Numenorean realm where people exiled from other kingdoms could come and perform any practice they desired. Ciryamir cut all tie to Numenor, and he lived in his kingdom Ciryatandor, and did not seek to the coast south of Umbar. He died a few years ago, but his son Akhorahil, has proven to be strong and he has kept his enemies out of Ciryatandor, by the use of sorcery, which her learned from his father's friends."
The company rode towards Ciryatandor, but as they approached, they understood that Akhorahil realm had diminished since the days of his father. Everywhere they went they saw dissolution and fear among the people. They asked for direction to the kingdom, but received little help. Sauron cared not; he had the time to find Akhorahil.
Finally, after almost a year they found the home of Akhorahil, it was no longer the magnificent Numenorean home, but scattered huts where other buildings once stood.
They found Akhorahil sitting alone in a dark hut with a small fire.
The four stranger sat down. Akhorahil noticed their presence. He looked up and the visitors saw his damaged eyes that was red on a dark scared face.
"Who are you?" Akhorahil asked.
Sauron said; "I am the one, who once opposed the Seapeople. I wanted to teach all the people of Middle Earth the magic that the Elves and Avari knew, but your King came here and destroyed my noble plans."
Akhorahil said; "I hate the ruler of Numenor! Numenor have destroyed everything me and my father build."
Sauron said; "So the Seapeople destroyed your realm. I am surprised, both that they would dislike your rule and they went this far south to destroy it."
Akhorahil said; "They claimed they were under the command of their King, seeking a Numenorean they suspected had search for refugee here, who had stolen from their former King."
Murazor said; "Me! Tar-Atanamir is seeking for me."
Akhorahil stood up and tried to find his way to Murazor, but he fell over the fire and Khamûl sitting next to him had to prevent he cloth from burning. Akhorahil had to sit again.
Sauron asked; "What did they do to you, Akhorahil?"
Akhorahil said, "They did not approve of my way of living, so they destroyed my household. The last unjust they did to me was to hold melting iron in front of my eyes. This was so I would never again become in love with the jewels of Middle Earth they claimed. Now I see only darkness or light."
Sauron said; "Would you like to see as you once did?"
He took Akhorahil hand and put a ring in it.
"What is it?" Akhorahil asked; "A ring with no stone? Why would I be interested in such creation? I have many ring with stones, but now they serve me no purpose."
"Try it!" Sauron said and Akhorahil put it on his finger.
He could now see the four persons in this hut. "He was in shock of this miracle. He started to look around!"
"You!" he said and pointed to Murazor; "You caused my misery."
Sauron said; "he did not, the ruler of Numenor did. You will learn that and much more if you will follow my command and live on and see clearly again."
Akhorahil stood up again.
"One moment;" he said and opened the folding bench he had been sitting on. He took something and turned around.
His eyes were not dark red and scary. He said; "I still see!"
"The follow us"; Sauron said and Akhorahil did that, and Sauron had found his fourth human king to follow him.
Atanamirs warriors returned to Armenelos. They reported to the king in the Throne Room.
"We have not found him! We have found people speaking our language and who seemed to be of Numenorean origin, but they have acted as our enemies and we have had to defeat them."
Atanamir said; "Good! Make it known that only the kings men represent Numenor, and these are superior to any men of Middle Earth. They will obey and held finding, him who we are looking for or perish."