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I Read The Silmarillion So You Don't Have To, Part Fourteen [END]

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Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age In which a master smith makes some jewelry with his new bestie, which becomes a really big problem for everyone.

What were the Elves doing while the Men were building Númenor? I’m so glad you asked!

The Elves… figure themselves out. With Beleriand gone, they basically have to start over from scratch. Most of the remaining Noldor stay on the west coast of Middle-earth. They build the Grey Havens, a port from which they can sail the Straight Road and return to Valinor if they so choose. Other Elves, mostly Sindar and Green Elves, go east and live further inland, intermixing with the Silvan Elves who were already living there. The only inland kingdom of the Noldor is Eregion. Eregion is right next to Khazad-dûm (Moria), and it’s the only Elven kingdom that has ever had a good relationship with Dwarves. As a result of that relationship, Eregion becomes renowned for its smiths, and for one Elf in particular: Celebrimbor.

Celebrimbor is the last of the Fëanorians. He’s Curufin’s son, and he stayed behind in Nargothrond when Curufin and Celegorm were exiled. He is Fëanor’s only grandchild — for whatever reason, none of Fëanor’s other sons had any kids. That’s where he gets his superior smithing skills from. Celebrimbor is the best Elven smith Middle-earth has ever seen, save for Fëanor himself.

Celebrimbor by Kazuki-MENDOU

Now, let’s backtrack — pre-the Fall of Númenor, when Sauron was still trying to gain a foothold in Middle-earth, he felt threatened by the (good) Númenóreans and the remaining Elves. Men were easy for him to corrupt, because Men are hubristic and easily manipulated. But what Sauron really wants is to corrupt the Elves. Elves are much more powerful, and have access to more lore and greater skill and so forth. So, Sauron puts on his fair face and goes around, trying to sway the Elves to his side. He avoids the kingdom of Lindon on the west coast, because Elrond and Gil-galad (who’s still High King of the Noldor) will see right through his bullshit. But everywhere else, the Elves fall for it.

Sauron by Krabat

Sauron calls himself Annatar, “Lord of Gifts,” and makes his usual big promises: “Don’t listen to anything Gil-galad and Elrond say about me! They must have something against bliss and prosperity. Maybe they’re jealous of the idea that you’ll become as great as they are. If you stick with me, I can make your kingdom as beautiful as Valinor! If you haven’t gone back there, it must be because you love Middle-earth as much as I do. So… why shouldn’t we make Middle-earth as beautiful and glorious as Valinor? For the betterment of Elfkind!”

Eregion receives “Annatar” the most warmly, and eagerly signs onto his Middle-earth Beautification Project™. Astute readers will notice that Eregion is no longer there by the time LotR takes place.

Sauron by Insant

There’s a sad irony to the fact that, among Elves at least, creativity is often the source of corruption. Men are brought low by their own hubris and fear of mortality, yada yada. Elves are brought low by their desire to create beautiful and enduring things. Morgoth finds the Noldor to be the most corruptible because the Noldor love learning and craftsmanship, Fëanor especially. Sauron finds the people of Eregion to be the most corruptible for the same reason: they love developing their skills as craftsmen. Tolkien’s whole Catholic justification for this is that a preoccupation with material beauty risks distracting from and compromising one’s devotion to spiritual things. In short, no amount of skill or earthly beauty will even come close to the divine beauty of Valinor. Sauron knows this, and the Eregion Elves should have realized this.

It’s also important to remember that Sauron himself is a smith — before he was anything else, he was Mairon, a humble Maia of Aulë (the smith god). In addition to the Rings, Sauron’s distinctly industrial style of warfare is a twisted manifestation of his devotion to craft and technology.

So, the Eregion Elves take to Annatar like moths to a flame.

Annatar gently guides the Eregion Elves in the forging of nineteen rings. In particular, he makes friends with Celebrimbor, to whom he teaches all his knowledge of smithcraft. Celebrimbor and the other smiths help Annatar forge sixteen of the rings, but Celebrimbor alone forges the Three Elven Rings: Narya, the ruby Ring of Fire, Nenya, the adamant Ring of Water, and Vilya, the sapphire Ring of Air. They have the power to stall the slow decay of the world. Sauron wasn’t part of their creation, which is why the Elven Rings don’t automatically make their Ringbearers into his thralls.

Celebrimbor by David Gresit

In secret, in the magma of Orodruin in Mordor, Sauron forges a Master Ring that he can use to dominate all the other rings (including the Three). Wearing the One Ring allows him to see through the eyes of the other Ringbearers, and control their minds. As soon as Sauron puts on the One Ring, his cover is blown. The Elves realize that “Annatar” was the Dark Lord all along, and that the whole thing with the rings was an evil scheme to control them. The Elves immediately take off their rings, and in response, Sauron wages war on Eregion. He reclaims the sixteen rings, arguing that they’re his by right, because they were made with his power and knowledge. The Elves manage to save the Three, but Celebrimbor dies.

There’s frustratingly little of this story in the Silm. Annatar and Celebrimbor have a significant fandom around them, as you might expect, so I was surprised that there’s so little to go on in the source material. I completely get why people are so fascinated by Annatar and Celebrimbor’s relationship: there’s the potential for a toxic-tragic ship dynamic, obviously, but Celebrimbor is also a much more interesting and more sympathetic character than Ar-Pharazôn. In Ar-Pharazôn’s case, Sauron takes advantage of an already-corrupt leader to engineer the fall of a kingdom from behind the throne: typical politics stuff. Celebrimbor, on the other hand, is an artist with one hell of a family legacy, who is genuinely trying to do good. Maybe he’s trying to make up for the crimes of his forebears, or trying to live up to his grandfather’s artistic achievements. Annatar is a fellow genius who encourages and elevates Celebrimbor’s artistic pursuits, leading to the creation of his masterwork, the Three Rings. And then, Celebrimbor is stabbed in the back by a person he thought was his friend (possibly literally — it doesn’t say how Celebrimbor is killed, or by whom). And the Three Rings, like the Silmarils, become a potential catalyst for evil. The tragedy of the Last Fëanorian is compelling, so it’s a shame we get so little of it. But this is a book already packed to the brim with compelling tragedies, so I suppose I shouldn’t complain so much.

Annatar and Celebrimbor by Erenias

Regarding the rings themselves, something you may not know is that the giving of rings was a representation of fealty between lords and their vassals in Anglo-Saxon culture. (The “rings” weren’t usually finger rings, they could be any circular jewelry like a bracelet, torque, or crown.) A common Old English epithet for rulers is beahgifa or beaga bryttan, “ring-giver” or “ring-dispenser,” or even hringa þengel, “lord of the rings.” Tolkien absolutely knew this, so, maybe he used that concept to inspire Sauron giving rings to each of the free peoples of Middle-earth, making them his thralls instead of his vassals, in a perversion of the practice. Rings in general have a lot of significance in Germanic culture and mythology. Another likely source of inspiration for Tolkien is the Andvaranaut, a cursed ring that appears in the story of Sigurd, which ruins the life (Túrin-style) of anyone who possesses it. It’s the basis of a famous opera, The Ring by Richard Wagner.

Tolkien may also have been inspired by the real-life story of the Ring of Silvianus, one of few surviving remnants of Romano-Celtic paganism in England. A Latin curse tablet (a small strip of lead engraved with a curse) was found at the ruins of a Romano-Celtic mystery cult in Gloucestershire. Tolkien himself was summoned to do some linguistic analysis of it. The tablet’s inscription calls upon the Celtic god Nodens to curse a thief who had stolen a ring. The thief’s name was “Senicianus,” and as it happens, that exact name is engraved on a small gold signet ring that was found in Hampshire. It’s therefore assumed that this ring, the Vyne Ring, is the same one that was mentioned in the curse. There’s no actual proof that Tolkien was inspired by the Vyne Ring, or even that he knew the ring existed, but Tolkien fans jumped on it anyway. Whether or not the ring has any real association with Tolkien, I think this story is incredible: Not only is the curse tablet addressed to a rare Celtic deity, but we actually have the stolen property it mentions? That never happens!

The point is, Tolkien didn’t take one look at Wagner’s The Ring and lift it all from there. The man knew his shit. (Stating the obvious, I know, but still.)

Okay, thank you for indulging me on that tangent. Back to the Silm.

Annatar by @gerwell

Sauron destroys Eregion, but his plan to dominate the Elves has failed. So, he tries his luck with the other peoples of Middle-earth. Dwarves and Men proved to be much more corruptible!

Dwarves aren’t that useful to Sauron, because they’re stubborn and don’t like to be told what to do. The only real influence the rings have on them is to make their greed even worse. Greed turns to wrath, so, most of the great Dwarf kingdoms tore themselves apart internally. (We get a rare bit of Dwarf lore: legend has it that the first treasure in each of the Seven Hoards of the Dwarf-kings was a little gold ring. But dragons stole them all. Sauron was only able to recover some of the Seven; the rest were melted in dragon fire.) Men, on the other hand, are perfect for Sauron’s nefarious purposes.

Each of the Men he gave the Nine Rings to initially became great kings, sorcerers, and warriors, and gained immortality. Their rings also granted them invisibility and the power to see spirits. But their eternal lives deteriorated until they were torturous, and their psychic vision drove them mad with nightmarish hallucinations. (It’s like in every vampire story, where you think immortality is going to be great until you have to figure out what to do with yourself for eternity. Then add schizophrenia on top of that.) Eventually they were reduced to literal shadows of themselves, and became the Ringwraiths.

With the Ringwraiths, Sauron’s dominion spreads fast. He’s already got a massive army, made of orcs and all the other monsters that Morgoth left behind, and now the Nazgûl. It gets so bad, that this period is referred to in LotR as the “Black Years.” Almost all the Men worship Sauron as a god-king. Many of the Elves who loved Middle-earth enough to stay after the War of Wrath decide to cut their losses and run, fleeing to Valinor in droves.

Witch-King of Angmar by Kawin Akaworawit

There are only two remaining threats to Sauron’s power: Gil-galad, and Númenor. This is why Sauron decides to take down Númenor. While he’s busy kissing up to Ar-Pharazôn, Middle-earth gets to take a much-needed sigh of relief. Gil-galad is able to recover some of his power. When Sauron’s antics irrevocably break the world, and Elendil and co. arrive after Númenor’s destruction, Elendil quickly becomes friends with Gil-galad. With Gil-galad’s leave, Elendil creates the kingdom of Arnor in northwestern Middle-earth. (The barrows that the Hobbits stumble into date from this period.) Elendil’s sons, Isildur and Anárion, travel south and found Gondor. They build Minas Ithil and Minas Anor, the towers of the Rising Moon and Setting Sun; each brother lives in one of the towers, with Osgiliath in the middle as their shared capital. The two giant statues on the River Anduin are depictions of them.

The most important of the treasures that the brothers bring from Númenor are the White Tree, which is distantly descended from the Silver Tree of Valinor, and the seven Palantíri. The tree is planted in Minas Ithil, Isildur’s tower, because Isildur was the one who saved it. The Palantíri are divided up: Elendil takes three, and sets them in various strongholds around Arnor. The brothers each take two, putting one in each of their towers, one in Orthanc, and one in Osgiliath. The Palantíri were originally gifts from the Elves of Tol Eressëa to Elendil’s father. (Legend has it that sometimes, Elendil could see Valinor through one of the stones.) The strategically-placed Palantíri give Elendil and the brothers the ability to see almost anything that goes on in their kingdoms, making it nearly impossible for their enemies to keep secrets from them.

After his body is lost to the sea, Sauron slinks back to Middle-earth. As soon as he puts himself back together, he immediately starts attacking Arnor and Gondor. He successfully captures Minas Ithil. Isildur escapes with a seedling of the tree again, and goes to find his father. (So for those keeping track, this new tree is now Telperion’s great-great-great-grandchild.) Realizing how dire the situation is, Gil-galad and Elendil form the Last Alliance of Elves and Men.

Dark Omens by Ralph Daminani

The Last Alliance marches from Elrond’s realm of Imladris (Rivendell), across the Misty Mountains, and fights Sauron almost on his own turf. Almost every race of beings, except Elves, are split between sides: there are Men on both sides, Dwarves on both sides, even animals on both sides. (“All living things were divided” sort of implies that there are Orcs on both sides, too?) The Last Alliance advances all the way into Mordor and lays siege to Barad-dûr itself. The siege lasts seven years, during which Anárion dies.

Much like Morgoth, Sauron hangs back on his throne for as long as possible, until he’s finally forced to come onto the battlefield himself. Sauron kills both Gil-galad and Elendil. Elendil had been wielding Narsil, and the sword breaks as his body crashes to the ground. Isildur picks up the broken hilt of his father’s sword and uses it to slice off Sauron’s finger with the Ring. Sauron’s body is destroyed, and his spirit is sent fleeing with its tail between its legs, again.

The Last Alliance of Elves and Men by Alan Lee

With Sauron’s defeat in the War of the Last Alliance, the Second Age ends. Isildur goes home to Gondor, and plants the new White Tree in Minas Anor, in memory of his brother. Isildur keeps the Ring as weregild, payment for his father and brother’s lives. (I mentioned weregild back in my summary of Túrin’s story. It’s compensation paid for someone’s life, a custom in medieval Germanic cultures.) Elrond and Círdan both advise him to cast it into the fire. They both know that as long as the Ring exists, it’s only a matter of time until Sauron comes back. If it’s destroyed, then he’ll never be a problem again. Isildur reasons that, as the one who personally killed Sauron, he has a right to the Ring. Whatever you need to tell yourself, buddy…

Leaving Gondor in the care of his nephew, Isildur travels north to assume leadership of his father’s kingdom of Eriador. But Orcs ambush him in the Misty Mountains. His three eldest sons are all killed, and Isildur only escapes by using the Ring to turn invisible. He dives into a river, but the Ring intentionally falls off his finger to avenge Sauron. The Orcs shoot Isildur in the back, and the Ring is lost to the River Anduin.

The shards of Narsil make their way to Imladris, where they’re given to Isildur’s youngest son, Valandil. He and his mother were kept safe in Imladris during the war, so Isildur’s line survives. Elrond foretells that the sword won’t be reforged until the Ring is found and Sauron returns, which he hopes will never happen. Valandil tries his best to rebuild Eriador, but it’s a little late for that. The kingdom is in shambles. The Men of the Third Age are significantly less cool than the Men of the First and Second Ages, so their kingdoms devolve into petty infighting. The Dúnedain slowly dwindle, until nothing’s left of them but a strange race of vagabonds. Only Elrond remembers who they really are. Isildur’s own line only remember who they are because they pass the broken sword from father to son.

Gondor, on the other hand, thrives. It remains a strong kingdom, and at its height, it even resembles Númenor in its glory days. But nothing lasts forever, especially nearing the end of Middle-earth’s history. The kings’ divinely-blessed Númenórean blood is diluted through years of intermarriage with non-Númenóreans (which… you know what, I’m not gonna comment on that). Overtime, their lifespan shortens, and they are less vigilant about watching Mordor. The Nazgûl suddenly show up again, and capture Minas Ithil, this time for good. It becomes Minas Morgul, the Tower of Sorcery. The Gondorians suddenly remember that their one job is to protect Middle-earth from Mordor, so Minas Anor becomes Minas Tirith, the Tower of the Guard.

The White City by Alan Lee

Eärnur, the last King of Gondor, goes to Minas Morgul to fight the Witch-King of Angmar in single combat. And he never comes back. With the line of kings abruptly ended, the Stewards take over. Meanwhile, the Rohirrim move in from the north, and take over a land called Calenardhon that was originally part of Gondor. Gondor’s Steward lets them do this for some reason, possibly because the Rohirrim become the Gondorians’ allies against Mordor.

In Imladris, Elrond gathers together as many wise people and as much lore as he can. He tries to preserve all the history, knowledge, and beautiful things of the First and Second Ages. He also keeps track of the heirs of Isildur and their broken sword, because his foresight tells him that they’ll be important later.

The Noldor are so diminished that Imladris is basically all that’s left of their great kingdoms. The last High King of the Noldor is dead. Elrond himself is one of the last surviving members of the House of Finwë, and he doesn’t take over as High King. (It’s never specified why, but it seems to be because there’s just not enough Noldor left for that to matter.) The Grey Havens in Lindon still exist, but barely. They’re ruled by Círdan the Shipwright, who builds ships for the Elves who want to leave.

Portrait of Elrond by Tatyafinwë

The Three Rings, and their bearers, are kept a closely-guarded secret. Elrond has Vilya the Sapphire Ring, Círdan has Narya the Ruby Ring, and Galadriel has Nenya the Adamant Ring. Galadriel is the most powerful Elf in Middle-earth, because she is the last living Elf who personally saw the Two Trees of Valinor in all their glory. (Círdan and Celeborn are almost as old as she is, but they’re Sindar, so they never went to Valinor. Elrond was born at the end of the First Age, so he’s significantly younger than them.) The Rings’ magic preserves Rivendell and Lothlórien in a state of bliss and beauty. They’re still dim shadows of the great Elven kingdoms of the First Age, but they maintain some of that ancient wonder and magic for as long as possible. The Ringbearers know that they’re only postponing the inevitable. If the One Ring is found, then regardless of whether it is destroyed or reclaimed by Sauron, the Three Rings will lose their magic. The end of evil and darkness also means the end of wonder and divine beauty.

Sure enough, Sauron comes back. It took him much longer to rebuild himself this time, but he eventually shows up in Greenwood the Great, the realm of Thranduil and the Silvan Elves. Sauron’s dark magic slowly corrupts the forest, turning it into Mirkwood, a dark forest full of evil creatures and poisonous, hostile plants. Thranduil holds out in the north of it, but the corruption of the forest shrinks his kingdom considerably.

As Sauron begins to come back, the peoples of Middle-earth get some unexpected, if indirect, help from the Valar. The Valar send five Maiar to Middle-earth, incarnate in living bodies, to guide and support the people against Sauron. These are the Istari, the five wizards.

The Istari by mairon666

The Istari’s powers are significantly limited by their human bodies, but they still have the knowledge and power of Valinor. When they arrive, they split up: Curunír (Saruman) mostly interacts with Men, and is particularly skilled at speaking and smithcraft. Gee, where have we seen that before? He may as well have a big “CORRUPT ME” sign on his back. Mithrandir (Gandalf) mostly interacts with Elves, and makes friends with Elrond. Radagast is only interested in animals. The two Blue Wizards went East, so they’re not relevant to this story, and we don’t know much about them. (Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Film.) Only Círdan knows that the wizards came from Valinor, and the only people he tells are the other two Ringbearers, Elrond and Galadriel.

Mithrandir is the first person to notice that the strange “Sorcerer,” who’s been doing weird, dark stuff in the fortress of Dol Guldur in Mirkwood, might be a sign of Sauron returning. He goes to see what the problem is, and Sauron flees — he may be getting some of his power back, but he’s not strong enough to face another Maia, even an incarnate one. Sauron stays away for a while, but when he starts to creep back, Mithrandir forms the White Council with Curunír, Círdan, Elrond, and Galadriel: all the wisest and most powerful people in Middle-earth in one place, for the express purpose of stopping Sauron. Curunír becomes leader of the Council, because he knows the most about Sauron. (Galadriel wanted Mithrandir to be council leader, but he refused, because he didn’t want to have any allegiance to anyone but the Valar.)

Mithrandir goes to check on Dol Guldur again, and discovers that the “Sorcerer” is not a Nazgûl like they thought — it’s Sauron himself, and he’s searching for the One Ring! That seems like it’s going to be a major problem. Elrond basically sighs and says that he knew the day was coming, so, they may as well brace for an Age-ending war. Curunír insists that the One Ring will never be found, that it’s probably at the bottom of the sea by now. So they do nothing.

None of them notice that Curunír has already turned to the dark side. The films make it look like Saruman fights for Sauron, but he doesn’t — instead, he wants to find the Ring himself, so that he can confront Sauron as a rival for world domination. He spent so long studying Sauron that he began to think like Sauron, and began to envy him, which is not the takeaway you’re supposed to have. He assumes that the Ring will reveal itself if Sauron comes back, so, he refuses to do anything to prevent Sauron’s return until the Ring is found. For whatever reason, it doesn’t occur to him that the Ring can’t be used or dominated by anyone but Sauron. He fortifies Isengard, and gets birds from Radagast (who’s completely clueless) to be his spies, hoping that he’ll find the Ring first. Never trust a smith, I swear to Eru…

The situation in Mirkwood gets worse. At the next Council meeting, Mithrandir points out that the Ring doesn’t even need to be found: as long as it exists, Sauron’s evil will continue to spread. Unless the Council does something, Sauron’s forces will eventually grow too strong for them to have a chance against. There are barely any Noldor or Númenóreans left, so where is their strength going to come from?

The Council decides to go on the offensive, and drive Sauron out of Dol Guldur. Curunír agrees to help — not because he’s actually cares about defeating Sauron, but because he doesn’t want Sauron to have such easy access to the river, where the Ring supposedly is. The Council successfully kick Sauron out of Dol Guldur, and he flees… right back to Mordor. The Nazgûl roll out the red carpet for him, and he rebuilds Barad-dûr. Oops. That was the last time the White Council met. After that, Curunír doesn’t even pretend to be interested anymore.

This helps me appreciate just how dire the situation is at the start of The Lord of the Rings, and how it looks from Elrond’s perspective: Everything in the world seems to be getting weaker and duller, except for Sauron (which isn’t really true, Sauron is also weaker, but not weak enough). All the great people and great kingdoms of the past are long gone, their knowledge and creations are gone, and not enough of them remain to be of much use. Elrond’s own realm is hanging on by a thread, delaying the inevitable. In short, Elrond and co. have no resources to speak of. There’s no strategy. I can understand exactly how hopeless Elrond must feel.

Unbeknownst to everyone but knownst to us, the Ring had already been found. No one noted the date in the history books, it just sort of happened. The Council all assumed that when the Ring was found, they would know immediately, because it would be obvious (the same way you’d know immediately when an important leader dies, or something like that). Turns out that a Hobbit, a member of a race that hasn’t even been a footnote in the histories until now, found it ages ago. By sheer luck, Mithrandir figures this out first. Now he’s caught between a rock and a hard place: the Ring is too evil to use, it can’t be kept hidden forever, and there’s only one way to destroy it. Until he can find a solution, Mithrandir enlists the Dúnedain to keep watch over the Periannath (Hobbits).

You know the rest: Aragorn, the thirty-ninth heir of Isildur, wields the reforged sword of Elendil. (The Silm states outright that Aragorn is more like Elendil than any of his other forebears.) Rohan goes to war with Curunír, and casts him down before his world domination plan can even get off the ground. The Witch-King of Angmar is killed in the battle of Pelennor Fields. Aragorn marches on the Black Gate with an army that included Mithrandir, lords of Gondor and Rohan, Elrond’s sons, and whatever Dúnedain are left. But all of these great people and big names aren’t the true saviors of Middle-earth:

For Frodo the Halfling, it is said, at the bidding of Mithrandir took on himself the burden, and alone with his servant he passed through peril and darkness and came at last in Sauron’s despite even to Mount Doom; and there into the Fire where it was wrought he cast the Great Ring of Power, and so at last it was unmade and its evil consumed.

Damn, Sam doesn’t even get name-dropped! That is an injustice.

Honestly, the short little summary of The Lord of the Rings here makes you realize just how much stuff is passed over in just a few short sentences in the rest of the book. I mean, the story of LotR is shortened here because it’s told in so much detail elsewhere, but still. If Tolkien were immortal, every individual story in this book could be a series as long and involved as Game of Thrones.

Sauron is defeated for good, peace comes, Aragorn is crowned the first King of Gondor in generations, the Númenóreans are cool again, the White Tree flowers again. I always thought that was king magic, but no, turns out Mithrandir took Aragorn into the mountain where they found yet another seedling that just happened to be there. The dead tree is removed and replaced with the new one. That is more realistic, but significantly less cool. Anyway, the point still stands: the Tree is a reminder of the beauty of Valinor and the majesty of the Elder Days. With Sauron’s defeat and Aragorn’s coronation, the Third Age ends.

Oh and guess what? Mithrandir had Narya, the Ruby Ring, this whole time! (The Silm drags this out until literally the last page, like it’s a big reveal.) Círdan gave it to him almost as soon as he arrived in Middle-earth, because Círdan knew who he was and where he came from. He gives Mithrandir the Ring of Fire to “rekindle hearts to the valor of old in a world that grows chill,” which is a lovely sentiment.

Círdan waits in the Grey Havens, slowly building the White Ship that will be the last ship to leave Middle-earth for Valinor. While he builds it, the last of the Noldor leave Middle-earth, finally ready to go home after all this time. When the White Ship is ready, Elrond, Galadriel, Celeborn, Círdan, and Mithrandir sail off along the Straight Road to the ancient land of Valinor.

Grey Havens by Alan Lee

And that is the history of the Elves.

Final Thoughts

After almost two years, I am finally done with The Silmarillion!

I’m honestly floored. Even in its incomplete state, The Silmarillion is a monumental work. By the time I finished it, part of me really did feel like I was reading a mythological history of my own world, or my own people. I sincerely grieved for the lost wonder and beauty of Valinor and the Elven kingdoms and lost lore and works of art. Early on, after I’d read the first couple chapters, I listened to “The Passing of the Elves” on the Fellowship soundtrack, and started bawling my eyes out. The added context of the song makes it that much more haunting and tragic. In that moment, I really felt the loss of the Elves and everything they represent, and how the world is diminished without them. That means that Tolkien succeeded at exactly what he set out to do, for me at least. Every writer dreams that their work will touch someone that deeply.

I kid you not, as soon as I finished the Silm at about 4:30 AM, I looked outside and saw Venus rising in the predawn sky: Eärendil, our most beloved star, with the last Silmaril.

Gil-Estel by Alan Lee

And of course, as both a scholar and a writer of fantasy myself, I was consistently impressed by the amount of historical and mythological references scattered throughout the whole thing! Hard as it may be to read, the Silm feels very realistic, which adds to the feeling I described above. It feels more immersive in the long run, because after a while, you are so convinced that you’re reading a legendary history. I feel like certain parts of this work were intended to appeal to me specifically. It’s such an inspiration to me.

I’m so glad I read it! I’m glad that I didn’t let myself be intimidated. Reading the Silm has made me love and respect Tolkien’s work even more, if that’s possible. My summary can’t do justice to that. But I hope I’ve made the Silm a bit more accessible to people who feel intimidated by it, which was my intent.

This summary has been an interesting endeavor. I initially wanted it to be more “read and react,” less a literal paraphrasing of the book itself. I thought that going in blind with limited foreknowledge would make for better content, because I could record my blind reactions, but in hindsight, doing a blind summary wasn’t the best idea. With limited foreknowledge, I didn’t always know which information would be important, so, many sections could have been a lot more streamlined. I think I finally got the “voice” I wanted in the last couple chapters. But I succeeded in my actual goal of making the story more accessible for the people in my life.

I’m also happy to finally be in this fandom, to have been formally introduced to characters that I’ve been seeing in fanart and memes for years! I like knowing their stories. And again, despite the flippant title, I am not actually trying to discourage anyone from reading The Silmarillion! If you haven’t read it, and my silly summary has given you any interest in checking it out, please do.

O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees, Thy starlight on the Western Seas…

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I Read The Silmarillion So You Don't Have To, Part Thirteen

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Akallabêth: The Downfall of Númenor In which the Men make all the same mistakes the Elves made, and Sauron seduces a king.

The Second Age begins. This is the part of Middle-earth’s history that Rings of Power tries to adapt. It’s also when Sauron takes center stage as our main antagonist.

After most of the Elves leave Middle-earth, the Valar reward the Men for their service in the War of Wrath. The Men aren’t allowed in Valinor, because they’re not immortal, but they can get someplace almost as good: a brand-new island in the middle of the western sea. The Valar call it Andor, the “Land of Gift,” and fill it with flowers and springs from Valinor itself. The Men sail across a miraculously calm sea, following the Star of Eärendil to their new home. They give it a lot of names, but the one that sticks is its Quenya name, Númenor. The Men build five grand cities on the island, and a temple to Eru Ilúvatar on its central mountain, Meneltarma. On clear days, the Men with the sharpest eyesight can see the Undying Lands from Meneltarma’s summit.

The Númenóreans (called the Dúnedain in Sindarin) are the coolest men on Arda. They’re physically, mentally, and spiritually better than all other Men. They were personally blessed and taught by Eönwë, the lord of the Maiar, which makes them more like Elves: they’re taller and wiser than other men, can’t get sick, and have exceptionally long lives. Also like Elves, they compensate for their longer lives by having fewer children.

(Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that back in the early chapters of the Silm: Elves don’t have children often, and don’t have very many over the course of their immortal lives. Two or three at most. So, that really puts something into perspective: Fëanor had seven kids. Seven!)

The Valar appoint Elros, son of Eärendil, Elrond’s brother, as the King of Númenor. This is important because Elros has ancestry from all three of the great Houses of Men (via Tuor and Beren), and also from the Noldor (via Idril) and the Sindar (via Lúthien), and a Maia (also via Lúthien). In short, Elros and Elrond have the best genes in the universe. Since Elros chose to be a Man, he can’t be immortal, but he has many times the lifespan of the average Man. He lives five hundred years, and rules Númenor for most of that time.

Elrond and Elros by choistar

What Gondolin was to the Elves, Númenor is to the Men. It’s the legendary pinnacle of their civilization, with its beautiful white cities and high culture. The Númenóreans communicate with the Elves of both Tol Eressëa (the island in front of Valinor) and Middle-earth, so they get the best of both worlds. They learn the language of Valinor, which gives them access to long-lost lore. They write books, they make beautiful weapons, and they build ships that allow them to explore and map the world. The only place they’re not allowed to go is Valinor. They don’t really understand why, but for a while, they don’t question it. Númenor will continue to flourish and create beautiful things as long as its people don’t overstep their limits. Because hubris isn’t a well-known human weakness, right?

The Elves from Tol Erëssea sometimes come and bring gifts from the Undying Lands: magical birds and flowers and herbs, and most significantly, a sprig of a white tree. The sprig is a “great-grandchild” of Telperion, the original Silver Tree itself. It doesn’t glow, and it doesn’t have the same magic that the Silver Tree had, but still. The Númenóreans call the tree Nimloth, and plant it in the middle of Armenelos, the capital of Númenor.

Armenelos by Ralph Damiani

While Númenor flourishes, Middle-earth is going through a post-apocalyptic Dark Age. The Men that are still there have reverted to hunter-gatherer societies, and live in fear of the monsters that Morgoth left behind. The Númenóreans come out of the West like demigods, and teach the Men of Middle-earth how to rebuild civilization.

Eventually, in the era of the thirteenth King, the Númenóreans get tired of only sailing East. Some of them can even see the towers of Avallónë sparkling on the western horizon, if they’re in a high enough spot. They’re also tired of dying. They wonder why the Valar and Elves get to live eternally, while Men don’t. Even the Noldor are still immortal, after all the shit they pulled! The Númenóreans start to mutter amongst themselves that they’re cool enough to hang out in Valinor with the immortals, so why shouldn’t they just… y’know… sail over there?

The Elves report to Manwë that the Númenóreans are considering this, and Manwë’s like, “oh God, not again.” He sends messengers to explain to the Númenóreans how the world works: The Elves live in Valinor because they’re immortal, they’re not immortal because they live in Valinor. Coming to Valinor won’t make Men immortal. In fact, the opposite will happen: they’ll die sooner, like moths in a flame.

Here’s how the conversation goes:

King: “But what about Eärendil?”

Messengers: “He’s a half-elf, so he’s different, and he also can’t live with mortals ever again. You’re a Man, so you’re mortal. That’s God’s will — the Valar can’t do anything to change it. Your mortality is not a punishment. There’s advantages and disadvantages to both mortality and immortality, so don’t envy the Elves.”

Númenóreans: “You expect us to not envy the Valar and the Elves? You’re asking us to have blind faith in the unknown after death. We love the world too! We don’t want to leave it!”

Messengers: “Look, it’s what Eru Ilúvatar wants. Mortality is supposed to be His gift to you. It only seems bad because Morgoth makes you afraid of everything. We don’t know anything more about Ilúvatar’s intentions than you do, but we trust in His divine plan. Trust the Valar, they only want what’s best for you. You’ve got this great civilization here, so don’t ruin it for yourselves.”

As you might expect, that answer doesn’t appease the Númenóreans all that much.

They get steadily worse. Númenóreans start raiding Middle-earth, instead of bringing wisdom and gifts to its people. The thirteenth King, Tar-Atanamir, clings onto power for literally as long as possible. He remains king until he’s old and mad, instead of abdicating while his son is in the prime of life, as was tradition. When his son takes over, Númenóreans split into two camps: the King’s Men, who don’t like the Elves and the Valar, and the Elendili (Elf-friends), who want to maintain the good relationship between Númenor and Valinor. The latter group is also called the “Faithful.”

Númenor’s glory days are already behind it. It’s less blissful than it once was, though still mighty. The Númenóreans no longer trust the Valar, but still fear them enough to avoid sailing west. Númenórean scholars try to crack the secret of immortality (instead of spending their time on more important things, like art or lore). Of course, they fail. All they manage to do is invent embalming. So, the Númenórean kings are mummified and given these grand tombs. Meanwhile, everyone else becomes more and more hedonistic (which is a sign of moral decay, y’know). They stop giving offerings of first fruits to Eru Ilúvatar, and stop going to worship in his temple.

The other big development is that the Númenóreans start building cities on the west coasts of Middle-earth, something they didn’t feel the need to do before. Their island is too small, they’re bored, and they feel that innately human drive to explore and accumulate wealth. Now, the people of Middle-earth see them more as colonialist conquerors than as godlike teachers, because that’s how they’re acting. They bring all the treasure of Middle-earth back to Númenor, and the kings feast and drink themselves into their ostentatious graves. (The Faithful Númenóreans, to their credit, mostly don’t participate in this debauchery.) Eventually, the Númenórean kings ban the Elven languages (hence the change in their naming conventions), and the Elves of Tol Erëssea cut off contact entirely.

That’s when Sauron makes his move.

Sauron by anastasiyacemetery

For all this time, Sauron has been slowly gaining power, hoping to fill the vacuum left by Morgoth’s defeat. He sets up shop in Mordor, builds Barad-dûr, and starts plotting to Take Over the World.

As I said before, Sauron and Morgoth are different: Morgoth’s main motivation is spite, Sauron’s is control. Morgoth is like a child knocking down blocks. Sauron is a dictator — he likes things to be well-ordered. After the War of Wrath, Sauron briefly repented and began to mend his evil ways, because he wanted to “fix” the irreparably broken world. He was an angelic craftsman before he was anything else — on a very deep level, what he really wants is to fix things, and keep them in order. But that’s true of most dictators: They have this grand vision of how the world “should” be. But because the world will always be messy and complicated, the dictator has to force everyone else to conform to their vision. It’s a very short step from “here’s how I want to make the world better” to “the world would be perfect if everyone would just shut up and do what I say already!” So, Sauron’s redemption arc didn’t last. He quickly forgot his original motivation, and became obsessed with domination for its own sake.

Sauron is also subtler than Morgoth. Morgoth is good at spreading rumours and turning people against each other, but he’s completely unwilling to make himself look weak for the chance to manipulate someone. Sauron is perfectly happy to sweet-talk, kowtow, and kiss up to whoever he needs to in order to get his hooks into people. He doesn’t mind being the power behind the throne as long as he’s the one with power.

Sauron has a special hatred for the Númenóreans, because they’re friends with the Elves and blessed by the Valar, and also because the eleventh King of Númenor already defeated him once. Sauron knows he can’t defeat them by force, even at the height of his own power. Seeing the moral decay of the Númenóreans, he decides to try his luck at bringing them down from the inside.

The twenty-fourth King of Númenor, Ar-Pharazôn (I’m skipping over all the genealogy), is the most corrupt King of Númenor so far: He spent most of his life colonizing Middle-earth’s coast, and he marries his first cousin to justify his kingship. Ar-Pharazôn wants to go to war with Sauron — not because Sauron is evil, but because Sauron is his main rival for the ostentatious title of “King of Men.” Ar-Pharazôn goes to Middle-earth with a huge army, and commands Sauron to present himself and swear fealty to him. Sauron does exactly that. He shows up at Ar-Pharazôn’s tent, bows before him, and surrenders.

All the Men are like, “if this is the Dark Lord we’ve been hearing so much about, then why is he so beautiful and wise?” Ar-Pharazôn decides to take Sauron back to Númenor as a prisoner—you know, for security reasons. And Sauron is like, “oh no, pwease don’t take me to Númenor, where you keep all your power and secrets! Anything but that!”

Of the seduction of Ar-Pharazôn and the downfall of Númenor, by @pumkin-patchwork

Three years later, and Sauron has become the literal and figurative devil on Ar-Pharazôn’s shoulder. He’s such a sweet-talker, and he knows so much secret lore that only a Maia could have, that Ar-Pharazôn adopts him as his closest confident. All but one of the other lords in Ar-Pharazôn’s court quickly fall in line behind Sauron, and “fawn upon him.” Like he’s the king’s adorable pet.

(It is not specified or even implied that Sauron’s seduction of Ar-Pharazôn is literal, but that’s my preferred way of interpreting it. If Sauron showed up at my doorstep looking like this, I probably wouldn’t last too long, either.)

So, as you’d expect, Sauron starts to feed Ar-Pharazôn his poison. He tells the king that the Valar are liars, that there are many more lands to the West that are ripe for the conquering, and — most importantly — that out beyond the most distant seas lies the Lord of Darkness, who can give even greater gifts. Behind closed doors, Sauron whispers to Ar-Pharazôn that Eru Ilúvatar is a lie; the Valar use Eru as a convenient mouthpiece to justify anything they say, and keep Men enslaved to themselves. The true God, Sauron whispers, is Melkor, who will set Men free and give them more power than they could ever imagine.

Sauron and Ar-Pharazôn by JankaLateckova

Ar-Pharazôn starts worshipping Morgoth—first in secret, and then openly. Most of Númenor follows suit. Ar-Pharazôn forbids anyone from worshipping Eru Ilúvatar at his temple, on pain of death, though even Sauron doesn’t dare destroy it. However, Sauron does try to coerce Ar-Pharazôn into cutting down Nimloth, the White Tree of Númenor. At first, Ar-Pharazôn is unwilling to do it, because he still believes that the fate of his house is bound up with the fate of the Tree (which is true). Sauron dismisses this as a dumb superstition, and puts the pressure on, forbidding anyone from going near the Tree in the meantime.

There’s a small minority of the Faithful still left, but they have little influence, limited to the city of Rómenna. The leaders of the Faithful are Amandil and his son, Elendil. They’re royalty, cousins of the last king (who was Faithful), but not directly in line for the throne. Amandil and Pharazôn used to be friends, until the king’s toxic new boyfriend pressured him into breaking it off with Amandil. Sauron obviously doesn’t want any Valar-sympathizers around. Amandil was cast out of the royal court, but he’s still held in such high esteem by the people of Númenor that the king can’t do anything else to him. Yet.

When Amandil hears about Sauron’s plot to destroy the Tree, he assumes that the battle is already lost, that Sauron will get his way and the Tree will die. In secret, he tells the remaining Faithful the story of the Two Trees of Valinor. Hearing this story, Amandil’s grandson, Isildur (yup, that one), does something crazy. Isildur disguises himself and travels to Armenelos, sneaks close to the (heavily guarded) Tree in the middle of the night, and steals a fruit off its branches. The guards attack him, and he barely escapes with his life. Badly wounded, he makes it back home to Rómenna. He presents Amandil with the sacred fruit, and Amandil plants it. As soon as it sprouts, all of Isildur’s wounds miraculously heal.

Just as the new tree sprouts, Sauron has the old Tree chopped down. In its place, Sauron builds a temple to Morgoth, and on its altar, he burns the Tree. The temple’s silver dome gets tarnished black with smoke, and a cloud of dark smoke hangs over the city for a week.

The Temple of Melkor by Ted Nasmith

It only gets worse from there. Sauron appoints himself High Priest of Melkor, and starts conducting human sacrifices to Morgoth inside the temple. The Men of Númenor sacrifice their own so that they’ll be saved from Death, which is just as ironic as it sounds. They mostly sacrifice the Faithful, on trumped-up charges. They aren’t quite at the point where they’ll sacrifice people purely for refusing to worship Morgoth; they’ll make up some reason like “disloyalty to the king” to justify it. As Tolkien eloquently puts it, “hate brings forth hate.”

The Temple of Melkor by Elena Kukanova

And it’s ultimately pointless. The Númenóreans are no closer to immortality — in fact, they’re slowly losing the divine gifts that the Valar gave them in the first place. Their lives shorten, and they’re now plagued with disease and madness and civil war. Sauron encourages all of this.

As Númenor slowly devolves, it maintains the illusion of prosperity, because its oligarchs are getting even richer by invading and plundering Middle-earth. Sauron gives the Númenóreans powerful ships and sophisticated weapons, which they use to raid Middle-earth’s coast, plundering and enslaving its populace. The Númenóreans build more temples to Morgoth in Middle-earth, where they slaughter the natives. (The necropolis at the Paths of the Dead is implied to be one of these.) Ar-Pharazôn is the greatest tyrant since Morgoth himself, though of course, Sauron is pulling all the strings. He’s the textbook evil advisor.

But Ar-Pharazôn is old, and slowly dying. As he grows increasingly desperate, Sauron finally gets his big moment that he’s been doing all the plotting and scheming and corrupting for: He tells Ar-Pharazôn that the Valar have been hoarding access to the Undying Lands, that they’re actively preventing Men from becoming immortal and ruling the world. Ar-Pharazôn deserves immortality, Sauron says, because he’s the greatest King of Men. Why, the only person comparable to Ar-Pharazôn is Manwë himself! (Imagine Sauron saying this over the bed of a decrepit old man.) Is the greatest of kings going to let himself be denied what is rightfully his? Yup, Sauron just told Ar-Pharazôn that he should invade Valinor.

Corrupting Counsel by Joel Kilpatrick

Amandil somehow finds out about this. He knows that if Ar-Pharazôn so much as tries to invade Valinor, it could literally end the world. He considers taking a leaf from Eärendil’s book, and sailing to Valinor to beg the Valar for help, before Ar-Pharazôn can get there. His son Elendil warns him that this is a bad idea: at minimum, it’ll make them the literal traitors that Ar-Pharazôn has always accused them of being. Amandil argues that loyalty to the gods is more important. Without the Valar’s mercy, all the Númenóreans, including the Faithful, are doomed. As a backup plan, Elendil should take whatever Faithful are left and evacuate. Whether the Valar decide to show mercy or not, it’s going to be the end of the world as they know it.

Amandil set sail into the West, and disappeared. He never made it to Valinor.

Elendil mourns his father, but he focuses on getting everyone out. The remaining Faithful load up their ships with their families, and whatever treasures of Númenor they can save: scrolls of ancient lore from Númenor’s glory days, the seven Palantíri, and most importantly, the baby tree.

In the past, Númenor had perfect weather for every season. But now, ever since the Númenóreans became corrupted by Sauron, storms have thrashed the island. The storms are shaped like giant eagles that blot out the sun. Lightning from one of these storms strikes the Temple of Morgoth, setting it on fire, but it doesn’t fall. Sauron stands on the temple roof, unharmed by the lightning or fire, and the Númenóreans call him a god.

Moment Before the Fall by Julia Reizen

Then the land shakes. The sea roars. Meneltarma, the mountain where the temple of Eru Ilúvatar was, smokes like a volcano about to erupt.

Ar-Pharazôn’s massive black armada prepares to sail West: “…they were like an archipelago of a thousand isles; their masts were as a forest upon the mountains, and their sails like a brooding cloud; and their banners were golden and black.” Ar-Pharazôn sits on a throne on his ship, which is so large, it’s called “Castle of the Sea.”

An army’s worth of Eagles (which may actually be storms) come out of the West, silhouetted against a red sunset that looks like fire burning beneath them. It turns the Men’s faces blood-red. The ships begin to slowly crawl West, pushed on by slaves at the oars.

Ar-Pharazôn actually reaches the shores of Valinor. Just as when Eärendil came there, Valinor is completely still and silent. When Ar-Pharazôn sees the holy mountain of Taniquentil, “shining, whiter than snow, colder than death, silent, immutable, terrible as the shadow of the light of Ilúvatar,” he almost turns back. But if you’re gonna commit hubris on this scale, you are locked in. He leaves his ship, and the Númenóreans make camp.

Then, for the first and only time, Manwë calls on Eru Ilúvatar for help. The Valar temporarily surrender their power over Arda, handing it back to God so that He can tear these arrogant mortals a new one. Ilúvatar rearranges the world. He opens a gigantic rift in the sea between Númenor and Valinor, and the ocean spills into it. It swallows the entire armada, and Númenor. Meneltarma erupts, the earth shakes, a storm rages, and the whole island tips into the chasm. Everything that Númenor was is consumed by the sea: “with all its children and its wives and its maidens and its ladies proud; and all its gardens and its halls and its towers, its tombs and its riches, and its jewels and its webs and its things painted and carven, and its lore: they vanished for ever.”

Fall of Númenor by Alan Lee

If this story sounds familiar, it’s not a coincidence. The title of this section is Akallabêth, which means “Downfall” in the Númenorean language. The Quenya equivalent is Atalantë. Real subtle there, Tolkien.

As for Ar-Pharazôn, he and all the other warriors who set foot in Valinor are entombed in fallen rock, where they will remain until Dagor Dagorath, the end of the world. Ilúvatar is not about to risk something like this happening again, so he permanently removes Valinor from the manifest world. It becomes part of “the realm of hidden things,” which I assume to be an Otherworld or spirit world. Arda is reshaped to its current spherical configuration, making it impossible for anyone to reach Valinor without being invited. And that is why it’s such a big deal that Frodo gets to go to Valinor at the end of LotR. He’s the first Man (hobbits are technically a race of Men) to set foot there since Ar-Pharazôn.

Miraculously, Elendil and his people are spared the destruction of Númenor. It breaks Elendil’s heart in two to see his home destroyed, so much so that it makes dying seem preferable. But the winds blow their nine ships safely to Middle-earth, as the towering waves crash behind them. All Dúnedain on Middle-earth are descended from this small group. They build their own kingdoms on Middle-earth, which are barely shadows of what Númenor once was, but still pretty awesome in comparison to the evil-Númenoreans’ colonies.

This story adds a lot of context to Isildur’s defeat of Sauron in the War of the Last Alliance. It’s not just about defeating an evil Dark Lord to stop him from being evil: Isildur’s beef with Sauron is personal. More personal than any of the Fellowship’s ever was. Isildur watched Sauron slowly dismantle his kingdom from the inside out, leading to its ultimate ruin, and get away with it.

Well… not quite get away with it. Sauron was in way over his head. He enjoyed watching the moral downfall of the Númenóreans and their idiot king; he kicked back in the temple and laughed as Ar-Pharazôn assembled his armada, hoping to see him get his ass handed to him. Unlike Morgoth, Sauron did not actually care about the Valar. He knew that Ar-Pharazôn’s invasion was a doomed venture. All he really wanted was to get rid of the Men, so he could rule the world. He was not expecting God Himself to reach down and reshape the freaking world. (Honestly, he should know to expect that by now. Mess with the gods, and you get the apocalypse). Sauron’s throne tipped backwards and dumped him into the sea, alongside the Temple of Morgoth and everything else. His body is destroyed in the ocean, but, being a Maia, he survives. He flees back home to Mordor as an insubstantial shadow, and starts building himself up again from scratch.

There’s one important difference: Sauron is permanently unable to “appear fair to the eyes of Men.” That’s right, he can no longer look hot, which means he can no longer seduce people into doing his evil bidding. That’s a good thing, because he did more damage through seduction and manipulation than he ever did as a bog-standard Evil Overlord. Lucky for me, we are not yet done talking about Evil Twink Sauron, because we haven’t even gotten to Annatar yet! (Certain parts of this story are told out-of-order.) Sauron is still able to deceive and manipulate people through the Ring, but he loses the most dangerous weapon in his arsenal.

Why is Sauron permanently unable to look pretty? This is getting into the nitty-gritty of Tolkien’s lore and theology, so, here’s the short version: Sauron spent too much of his life-essence in rebuilding his body. In fact, Sauron is constantly spending his life-essence, which is how he dominates people — domination is a form of self-consumption. He also spent a considerable amount of his life-essence to create the Ring. So, by the time his body is destroyed in the fall of Númenor, he doesn’t have enough life-essence left to “mask” his ugly soul behind a fair face. His body is destroyed again in the War of the Last Alliance, and when the Ring is destroyed, he doesn’t have enough life-essence left to rebuild himself at all.

The Dúnedain of Middle-earth no longer remember Númenor as anything great or good, they only remember it for its spectacular downfall. Legend has it that Meneltarma, the holy mountain where Eru Ilúvatar’s temple had been, still sticks up out of the sea — it was a sacred place, and even Sauron had never touched it. Some of Elendil’s descendants still look for it, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Undying Lands from its summit. Valinor is gone; there’s no way to see it, even if the Men were to find Meneltarma. But the Dúnedain still tell stories of Valinor, and still look ever Westward.

I can’t do justice to this last paragraph, so I will copy it in full:

Thus in after days, what by the voyages of ships, what by lore and star-craft, the kings of Men knew that the world was indeed made round, and yet the Eldar were permitted still to depart and to come to the Ancient West and to Avallónë, if they would. Therefore the loremasters of Men said that a Straight Road must still be, for those that were permitted to find it. And they taught that, when the new world fell away, the old road and the path of the memory of the West still went on, as it were a mighty bridge invisible that passed through the air of breath and of flight (which were bent now as the world was bent), and traversed Ilmen which flesh unaided cannot endure, until it came to Tol Eressëa, the Lonely Isle, and maybe even beyond, to Valinor, where the Valar still dwell and watch the unfolding of the story of the world. And tales and rumours arose along the shores of the sea concerning mariners and men forlorn upon the water who, by some fate or grace or favor of the Valar, had entered in upon the Straight Way and seen the face of the world sink below them, and so had come to the lamplit quays of Avallónë, or verily to the last beaches on the margin of Aman, and there had looked upon the White Mountain, dreadful and beautiful, before they died.

Glory and Fall of Númenor by breath-art

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