So, there we were in the Numenorean colony of Ciryatanore.
Prince Irimon, the second in line to the Numenorean throne, looked a bit like his ancestor Elros (I'd met him, of course). He invited us to a banquet, which was excellent, and then we attended the Council of Ciryatanore. There were concerns expressed about the kingdom of Ibavi, which had suddenly decided to develop territorial ambitions and a professional army. Irimon wanted to respond to this by creating a voluntary League of Ciryatanore against them. Numenor seems to be getting a bit military in its approach to the rest of Middle-earth. Better Numenor than Sauron, I suppose.
Irimon then decided to take us to his tower where he likes to greet the sun. He has a palantir there, a huge one, one of the early Feanorian prototypes.( Read more... )
So there we were, all ready to carry out a secret back-door invasion of Ren the Unclean's fortress through the Mines of Mount Maan, while the Numenorean armies kept Ren busy by pelting him with trebuchets. Which I shall detail in the Next Part.