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Macalaure · 02-24-2007, 01:33 PM

Dark were the days beneath the black, towering clouds which covered the skies, disrupted only by cruel lightnings that smote the very earth. These were the hours when the remaining Faithfuls, who hid themselves from their hunters, gathered in the docks of Rómenna to leave Númenor for good. But in these moments, when faced with the decision to leave their beloved lands, a few wavered. One of them spoke up.

“My Lord Elendil, my heart does not endure to be parted from the land that is my home, regardless of what it has become, or what will be its end. Faithful I will be until Eru takes me to him, but I will not go away from this place that saw the birth of my forefathers and me.”

“I understand the longings of your heart,” answered Elendil “for mine longs for the same, but it accepted that the land I love as much as you do will never in any age again be like it was. I will give you leave readily, but know that little good will befall to you, should you stay.”

“I know too well what might be my fate here, and nothing I can think of soothes my fears, now even less, since even you my Lord do not know what is left to do in this wonderful place that has become so full of dreads.”

“One advice I might be able to give you: If you wish to remain in the land of our fathers, then seek out the Faithful that do not wish to part from Númenor, and let them join you in secret, if they are willing to go with you, and share in your design”

“And what shall that design be?”

“To remain unnoticed in the midst of the worshippers of Sauron, pretending to be one of their own kind; but during the night, to seek their homes and give the Gift of Eru to those who are so exerted to reject it. You shall be…

… Were-Faithfuls!”

Night one has begun. Faithfuls, start your plotting. Priest of Annatar, dream a little dream for me. Everybody else, see you tomorrow.

02-24-2007, 01:33 PM	#3
Macalaure Fading Fëanorion Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: into the flood again Posts: 2,911	A few days before… Dark were the days beneath the black, towering clouds which covered the skies, disrupted only by cruel lightnings that smote the very earth. These were the hours when the remaining Faithfuls, who hid themselves from their hunters, gathered in the docks of Rómenna to leave Númenor for good. But in these moments, when faced with the decision to leave their beloved lands, a few wavered. One of them spoke up. “My Lord Elendil, my heart does not endure to be parted from the land that is my home, regardless of what it has become, or what will be its end. Faithful I will be until Eru takes me to him, but I will not go away from this place that saw the birth of my forefathers and me.” “I understand the longings of your heart,” answered Elendil “for mine longs for the same, but it accepted that the land I love as much as you do will never in any age again be like it was. I will give you leave readily, but know that little good will befall to you, should you stay.” “I know too well what might be my fate here, and nothing I can think of soothes my fears, now even less, since even you my Lord do not know what is left to do in this wonderful place that has become so full of dreads.” “One advice I might be able to give you: If you wish to remain in the land of our fathers, then seek out the Faithful that do not wish to part from Númenor, and let them join you in secret, if they are willing to go with you, and share in your design” “And what shall that design be?” “To remain unnoticed in the midst of the worshippers of Sauron, pretending to be one of their own kind; but during the night, to seek their homes and give the Gift of Eru to those who are so exerted to reject it. You shall be… … Were-Faithfuls!” Night one has begun. Faithfuls, start your plotting. Priest of Annatar, dream a little dream for me. Everybody else, see you tomorrow.