Lord Of The Rings - the awakening of the warrior

A thick aroma of incense permeated the room, an exotic aroma derived from the precious Sindarin tea blend, together with the characteristic aroma of Ebony wood that filled the decoration of Lord Namar's room.

He was enjoying his morning tea while reading an interesting report on recent events in the Kingdom of Ziyad. Ziyad was one of the Empire's most important trading partners. Situated on the edges of the naval colonies of Númenor, Ziyad was having internal problems of discontent. According to the report, the tribes were advocating for a new leader. Their current leader, Tariq ibn advocated trade with Númenor, but the tribes advocated a tradition of isolation.

Anderaz their representative fully promotes isolation and tradition proposals, but with Ziyad amid a drought period, shutting down trade would only bring more chaos to those tribes that depended on him, so they supported their current leader in the dispute.

"It looks like there will be fighting" Namar said dryly, not that he didn't seem to care, but it was common for infighting in the Haradrim peoples. according to what they had researched, so they had prepared for such cases.

"So it is my lord, though unfortunate I fear it will be a great opportunity for us" Said Alario, his Steward, His response was cold and calculated.

For House Sirilos, it was good news, an unhelpful house located in the region of Hyarrostar in the early days of the kingdom of Númenor with only wood and fish to offer but with the advent of colonial expansion on the shores of Middle Earth, it had become the most influential house currently due to being the only house to build the ships and establish the colonial bases, possibly above house Andustar.

But that could stop, for two decades now the expansion had stopped, and the council had voted on a pause due to the constant tensions it seemed to cause in the kingdoms to have colonies near a realm they had little information about.

But Namar had learned that he would not be satisfied with whatever resulted from fate, so a decade ago he had been the driving force behind the trade network to establish relations and communications with nearby kingdoms. Though peaceful the Numenoreans knew of war and the trade advantages it would bring, for it was war that had originally given them their land.

"Contact house Altai, tell him that the jewels will not be so attractive for trade, weapons will be needed."

House Altai, house in charge of the Northern region of Numenor, Forostar a land of rocks, cliffs, and high moors, thus in control of much of the country's mines, with forests of spruce and larch that only served as fuel for their demanding forges.

"At once my lord" Alario as an experienced butler, delegates the role to those servants who were in the room for these moments.

"Has there been any news from the north?" asked Namar, as he continued to enjoy the calmness that his tea provoked.

With a disappointed sigh, Alario only resigned himself to delivering the same news of the last few years. "I'm sorry my lord, the Sindarin are still reluctant to allow proper trade, they claim not to need reasons why it is worth their effort."

Namar pursed his lips. "Pretentious idiots... we will continue to insist, though annoying to accept, it is undeniable that all houses covet their creations."

"It seems impossible to recreate their level in magic, they imbue every creation with it."

"Sorcery in the realm has barely begun, it will be difficult to reach the levels of the Teleri with their continued refusals to teach."

"Different names, but the same decadent pride characteristic of their race."

Assuming that Namar wanted a level of control over the council, that was stable in his house, it was obvious his need for relations with the elven kingdoms, So far they were the only ones who had no relations with the elves. Since childhood Namar could only observe how the other houses gained reputation with every connection they made with the millenary creatures, while they were ignored due to their unattractiveness to the elven race.

Although he had been hoping that maintaining a solid commercial power would be enough, it seemed that he had not yet been able to gather any product that they needed or was better than the ones they were producing. The influence of the elven race in Numenor was stronger than anyone would like to accept, it wasn't just their high development of magic and metallurgy that they were appreciated for. Any Numerian citizen still felt a sense of debt and loyalty to them because of the hand they were lent in the first age. Some others saw the Teleri as envoys of the gods.

So it was no exaggeration that their increase in influence would be stalled again in a few years if they did not secure a key relationship with the Elven kingdoms or a key figure from them.

"All this would be settled with just a few words my Lord."

"We will not call her Alario, she many years ago decided her foolish beliefs over her family" This time Namar, spoke with seriousness and annoyance as his strong voice wanted to make it clear that he would not give way to discussion, what any other servant out of fear would know the prudent thing to do would be to maintain absolute silence.

But not Alario, a loyal butler who had served the previous two lords and raised Namar since he was small. "But my lord-"

"I will speak no more on this subject Alario. Besides, surely he has forgotten about us, it has been a long time since he made his decision, it will not be-"

The sound of a bird at the window distracted everyone in the room. Alario calmly approached the creature only to notice a message on its leg. A few seconds passed as a smile spread across the old butler's face.

"It seems you are a bit mistaken my lord, Mistress Eladora announces that she will soon return to Numenor."

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BARAD-DÚR:

In a wide room, a shadow could be seen on an iron throne a being shrouded in darkness was observing a map and other different plans, while a servant was going through the doors while bowing his head until he reached a close distance and knelt. A vampire, a trace of the last remaining vestiges of the first era, fearful for the shadow that watched his existence with indifference. 

"my lord I bring the reports of the expedition to capture and subdue the region."

"speak" Said a deep, monotone voice.

"The orcs who omitted the call were exterminated or enslaved, while the human peoples were all enslaved, and we only suffered some minimal losses."

The shadow only found himself nodding satisfactorily "Despicable beings, make sure that any orcs who have refused the call are appointed to the heavier jobs, the largesse will only go to those who have been loyal to the cause."

"y-yes my lord!...there is something else" Fear could be heard from his voice, fearful of being punished by bringing bad news. "There were reports that some humans may have escaped the encirclement."

The shadow was only silent as he stood up from his throne and walked in circles "Send those involved along with some slaves out, tell them to redeem themselves by killing the enemies of our cause and spread the rumors that there are conflicts between the dark tribes."

"At once my lord" The vampire bowed his head.

"I will tolerate no more failures" The shadow said as he sat back down.

"I will make it clear my lord" Replied the vampire, this time on his knees.