A final journal entry.
It has come to this.
The summons from Ar Pharazon is explicit and his command cannot be denied. I know the plans for the fleet and the invasion of Valinor are madness, but how can I gainsay an order from the King?
I should have no complaints, my life has been long, and for over 200 years I have explored this beautiful country and seen marvels that would satisfy any adventurer. I have mapped the plains of Harad, seen the towers of the far cities of the Oasis Sea, including the stunning Minarets of Celenestra. Places no child of Dunedain has ever been! Who would not be content?
If I have made any mistake it was in letting others know about my discoveries...tales that grew in the telling, and now my name and reputation has grown overmuch. To think I would be of use in this fools errand against the very power of the Valar and the High Elves of Valinor? Madness, all of it!
The King was wrong to take Him prisoner, he should have been killed and his soul destroyed on the day he was taken. It did not take long for him to find his way from the deepest prison to the chair of trusted councellor. A power mightier than any child of man, the King was a fool to think he could conquer such as he.
Oh how I wish to be left alone for my remaining years, at peace in my study. More and more I find the tedium of administration galling, my only relief here in my secret library, where even the servants cannot bother me.
I am of half a mind to stay here til the end. I sense my time is near upon me, and I would not tarry in this world one day longer than is allotted to me.
I have wine to sustain me, and I would regret leaving my work unfinished. Eventually this place would be found, and my work with it. Perhaps the madness of the King and his foolish plans will have reached their fruition. I just hope that the punishment the Gods will visit upon us will not be all encompassing.
3319 of the Second Age
Vorondil, Master of the Eastern Fleet of Numenor, Governor of Umbar.
The summons from Ar Pharazon is explicit and his command cannot be denied. I know the plans for the fleet and the invasion of Valinor are madness, but how can I gainsay an order from the King?
I should have no complaints, my life has been long, and for over 200 years I have explored this beautiful country and seen marvels that would satisfy any adventurer. I have mapped the plains of Harad, seen the towers of the far cities of the Oasis Sea, including the stunning Minarets of Celenestra. Places no child of Dunedain has ever been! Who would not be content?
If I have made any mistake it was in letting others know about my discoveries...tales that grew in the telling, and now my name and reputation has grown overmuch. To think I would be of use in this fools errand against the very power of the Valar and the High Elves of Valinor? Madness, all of it!
The King was wrong to take Him prisoner, he should have been killed and his soul destroyed on the day he was taken. It did not take long for him to find his way from the deepest prison to the chair of trusted councellor. A power mightier than any child of man, the King was a fool to think he could conquer such as he.
Oh how I wish to be left alone for my remaining years, at peace in my study. More and more I find the tedium of administration galling, my only relief here in my secret library, where even the servants cannot bother me.
I am of half a mind to stay here til the end. I sense my time is near upon me, and I would not tarry in this world one day longer than is allotted to me.
I have wine to sustain me, and I would regret leaving my work unfinished. Eventually this place would be found, and my work with it. Perhaps the madness of the King and his foolish plans will have reached their fruition. I just hope that the punishment the Gods will visit upon us will not be all encompassing.
3319 of the Second Age
Vorondil, Master of the Eastern Fleet of Numenor, Governor of Umbar.
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