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Tar Angonaur, the King of Numenor Reborn sat concerned in his study. He gazed out of the window; his royal guard, guns in hand were drilling in the courtyard. They moved as one.
Angonaur pondered long his situation, for so long, Numenor Reborn had been isolated from the rest of the world. He thought back to when his ancient ancestors, the Elendili, who left in 9 ships for Middle-earth. No one however new the fate of a 10th ship, one that left the night before the other 9.
The 10th ship had set course for Middle-Earth but despite the great sailing experience and skill of the crew, a mighty wave and storm from the west sent the ship hurtling south. It is their that Angonaur's ancestors forged a new Kingdom of Numenor for they percieved Middle-Earth dangerous, Old Numenor corrupt and their new home blissful.
Then it clicked in Angonaur's mind; he climbed down the mighty staircase, the only one within his tall tower and entered a room long disused filled with old lore and knowledge. In the centre was a pedestal with a cloth covering what looked like to be a spherical object. A Palantir.
He removed the cloth carefully and reverently put his flesh to the stone of farsight.
He sent out his will across the land...

Lords of the world, I beseech you to come forth to me and hold counsel with me, I see that many a great thing would come from such a meeting. Most of all, we beseech our old friends, the Quendi of the world to visit us. Long if not ever have any of us spoken with an Elf. We hope they did not all depart to Valinor.

OOC: I was about to have a heart attack, when I saw it was 2003, not 2002.

IC: Prince Alexander looked up, suddenly. "Where... where's that coming from?" He put his hands to his ears. "No... I can still hear it." He concentrated. "Numenor... something about council... something... profit..." He shook his head. "Odd... I shall await orders from Goodly High Command as to the allegiance of these... Numenoreans."

Bump for some more people...

It was strange mused Telgorthrind a voice a Mon-Keigh Voice it was not the Imperiam their Astropaths where linked to the Corpse-God and had a hint of his voice, his scent, no this was a different sound. He had not heard this sound before, the voices that carried it throguh the winds seemingly different to him, and so distant, so far away, upon that strange planet of the Mon-Keigh a place that even in the knowledge of space they still had left unexplored vast sections of it.

Now he floated more Runes amongest the Dome and centered himself upon the voice, and nodded as finnally he recieved it, an odd dialect, a peoples it seemed long removed from the world, and the use of the word...

'Quendi' Indeed and the need to speak unto the Elf, well Telgorthrind mused that much he could arrange, at least in form and appearance.

Mon... Human your search is not in vain, not all that you seek have left, I great you in Ishars Name, I hope to one day be able to name your people friend.

The image of Telgorthrind is at once both Elven yet different his face narrower perhaps, a little Crueler, or more set, yet hidden in the eyes a great sadness.

"Númenor. The land of the Atanári, they have returned from the ashes. I'm wondering if they will follow the teachings of Elendil or they keep hating our kin", says the ShadowPrince, the ruler of the new Sindarin.

"They could be powerful and fearsome allies, Sire". The Dux Admiral was smiling. He was old enough to remember the brave númenorean warriors, he fought alonside them in the war of the last alliance.

"Send them an envoy, we need to contact them, and make them remember that the elves still wants to be their friends", says the Prince.

"As you wish, Sire, as you wish. I think the young Paelisi heir would be fine".

Searching through the mists of time, space and matter; Tar Angonaur was focusing through the Palantir all his thought and wit.

Be not afraid, Elves. We are of the Elendili. The last King of Old Numenor, Ar-Pharazon was a fool, a puppet of Sauron and you Elves are not to be blamed for his insolence before Eru and the Valar. You are forever welcome as visitors to the land of Numenor Reborn.

He removed his hand, he sighed, the experience was a draining one for any...

Sirithil placed her palm gently upon the cool, swirling surface of the Palantír... and instantly, her mind's eye saw all, was everywhere at once. She could look anywhere conceivable - it was an incredible rush.

And here, what's this? Númenorë, not so destroyed after all? Or at least, a remnant thereof? This was intriguing indeed. She put forth her will into the Stone, her thoughts spreading across space and time, to Tar-Angonaur King, lord of the last remnant of Westernesse.

I bid you greetings, Tar-Angonaur of Númenorë. Perhaps you have heard of me, perhaps not; I am Lady Sirithil Nalosaurawen Finlaurë Aineldalië Minyavendë nos Fëanor, Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar, Empress of All Elves, Eärendil, Vinyarda and Ceres, and Regent of Lavenrunz. Fëanor of old was my husband, and I speak to you from Vinyatirion the Eternal, capital city of Menelmacar - your Seeing-Stone is not the only one to survive the Ages.

I bid you greeting, and extend my hand in friendship. Provided you follow the ways of Elendil rather then those of the 'King's Men', I hope to rekindle the old alliance between our peoples.

OOC: Aelosia, that would have been Gondor in the Last Alliance. Numenor was destroyed almost two millennia previously.

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
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"Lady Sirithil of the Noldorin would love to know that another Palantír have been discovered", says the sorcerer, glancing at the ShadowPrince.

"The Noldorin love treasury, but we prize friendship even more. They will be the first human allies of Aelosia. I still remember the deeds of Beren Camlost, and of Elendil. Send the Paelisi girl, with a message of friendship".

The Duchess Alianna Paelisi left Aelosia in one of the advanced space dropships of the Aelosian navy, to Neo Númenor.

OOC: Aelosia, that would have been Gondor in the Last Alliance. Numenor was destroyed almost two millennia previously.

Elendil was a Numenórean, as many of his men were. I was talking about them, not about the Númenórean as a whole.

OOC: Makes sense.

~Siri

Sirithil placed her palm gently upon the cool, swirling surface of the Palantír... and instantly, her mind's eye saw all, was everywhere at once. She could look anywhere conceivable - it was an incredible rush.

And here, what's this? Númenorë, not so destroyed after all? Or at least, a remnant thereof? This was intriguing indeed. She put forth her will into the Stone, her thoughts spreading across space and time, to Tar-Angonaur King, lord of the last remnant of Westernesse.

I bid you greetings, Tar-Angonaur of Númenorë. Perhaps you have heard of me, perhaps not; I am Lady Sirithil Nalosaurawen Finlaurë Aineldalië Minyavendë nos Fëanor, Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar, Empress of All Elves, Eärendil, Vinyarda and Ceres, and Regent of Lavenrunz. Fëanor of old was my husband, and I speak to you from Vinyatirion the Eternal, capital city of Menelmacar - your Seeing-Stone is not the only one to survive the Ages.

I bid you greeting, and extend my hand in friendship. Provided you follow the ways of Elendil rather then those of the 'King's Men', I hope to rekindle the old alliance between our peoples.

OOC: Aelosia, that would have been Gondor in the Last Alliance. Numenor was destroyed almost two millennia previously.

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
Regent of Lavenrunz, Chancellor of CENNA
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Tar Angonaur was shocked, he had always, through use of the Palantir always thought that such great tools were long lost and that his was the last of all of them.

"Sweet Lady Sirithil, your kind words have one the day. In this matter you have our utmost support and cooperation. We hope that the alliance that once existed between our peoples can exist now between the Elves and Neo Numenore.

In the office of William.

"Did you hear that?" Liam said in a concerned voice. "Hear what?" Liam asked looking curiouslyat Liam. "I could have sworn I heard someone talk. But it wasn't my ear-implant." He said, and William got a relieved expression on his face as he spoke. "Good. I am not going insane then. Quickly get people to research on it. That's an order." William said in an stern voice.

As Liam had left William stood up from his desk and looked out his window. "Computer record message." He said and was replied to with a beep. "Dear Sirithil. I seek your advice. Just a mere moment ago I heard a voice. It spoke of diplomatic things and seemed very friendly, but that is all I know so far. The reason I am telling you this is because it spoke of the Quendi and Valinor. I have heard these terms before in your nation, and thusly think I should ask you.
I thank you for your time as always milady.
Computer end message and send to Sirithil nos Fëanor." He spoke and heard to beeps this time.
And now we wait. He thought to himself as he stared out the window over the city.

Sirithil responded as soon as she received the message.

"I heard it too... it was that of a king, of a remnant of ancient Numenor," she replied. "The news that Numenor has arisen again is great news to me.'

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
Regent of Lavenrunz, Chancellor of CENNA
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"Then it is great news to me aswell. I beleive my questions would best be asked if I spoke to you in person. I hope this is not of any inconvenience (sp?) to you.
I shall depart as soon as possible if you grant me permission to visit you." William quickly replied to Sirithil's message.

Bump.

Bump.

King Tar-Angonaur:

Would it be possible for me to visit your realm? I must admit I am fascinated to see how the Numenorean people have fared down through the ages.

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King Tar-Angonaur:

Would it be possible for me to visit your realm? I must admit I am fascinated to see how the Numenorean people have fared down through the ages.

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/sirithil/sirithilnosfeanor.gifLady Sirithil nos Fëanor
Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
Regent of Lavenrunz, Chancellor of CENNA
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Elven Queen, you are as we have said before, most welcome to visit our humble yet strong Kingdom of Numenor Reborn. It is an island paradise in what many Humans call the South Atlantic; our great structures follow a kind tower basis, most of our structures are indeed towers that we use to keep watch on the seas surrounding us.
We hope that such a visit will cement an alliance between us and strengthen the bond between our peoples, we are after all of blood that has been blessed by the Valar and Eru Iluvatar.