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Míriel vowed that Númenor would return.

Míriel no longer holds the Scepter.

All Faithful are now declared

traitors of Westernesse!

Khazad-dûm welcomes Thráin, Prince of Khazad-dûm.

You are after my throne, aren't you?

- Aren't you? - Durin! Don't be daft!

I have knowledge that could save Middle-earth.

Did you see it?

The Orc?

Why? What does it mean?

It means that whoever he is,

his actions will somehow shape our fortunes in this war.

The Rings of Power...

Mordor can share but one this day.

By the mast!

Up sail!

Pharazôn! Pharazôn! Pharazôn!

Pharazôn! Pharazôn! Pharazôn! Pharazôn!

That's gold! Take the gold!

Pharazôn! Yeah!

Pharazôn! Yeah!

Do you see?

Pharazôn! Pharazôn!

I want the dispatchment orders ready by nightfall.

By nightfall, I intend to be abed.

We did not spend five years

assembling the most powerful armada the age has known

to leave it listing in the harbor.

It's not just boats they're celebrating out there.

It's you.

Your reign has filled our coffers and glorified our cities.

Need we risk it all to chase some phantom across the sea?

"Phantom"?

"Dark Lord," they're calling him.

"Master of Middle-earth."

This sorcerer, this blacksmith...

is claiming dominion over all the lands of Men.

He's mocking us.

Sauron is at war with the Elves.

He doesn't give a tinker's curse about us.

He will, once I bring him to his knees.

They all will.

Oi, you! Move along!

Mightn't we buy one?

They make such lovely rugs.

Move along!

Might I have a coin, Your Grace?

Might you have a coin?

Thank you, my lord.

No, wait, boy.

Find your target!

Above! The balcony!

Assassinated!

Keep your eyes on him!

Protect the King!

I'm hit!

Reload!

Follow me!

There's another. Behind you!

There's more than one!

There's another one!

- Stop him! - Stop him!

Get up! Get up!

- Get rid of this filth. - No!

No! Keep him alive!

You will die for this!

The blade that bore that mark upon your arm...

how did you come by it?

How?

My...

My fa... My father.

He left... My father left it for me.

Your father.

Who was he?

I don't know. I don't know.

I never met him. He's, maybe... He's dead, I don't...

I don't know.

Would you like to meet him now?

My Lord, a message from the Misty Mountains.

Marnûkh has surrendered to the Dwarves.

The Orc insists that what he knows is so dangerous,

he'll tell it to no one except the Elf, Galadriel.

And he wants us to escort him to her.

Why'd he come to us? Why not go straight to the Elves?

Could be that we're closer to Mordor, or it could be a trap.

Could be that Sauron is trying to use you to gain entry to Rivendell.

It's not like Sauron to send one Orc.

Well... what if the Orc's working on his own, trying to impress his master?

And what if he's tellin' the truth, and the Elves need to know about it?

Well, if the Orc is tellin' the truth, we may have even greater worries,

'cause if we hand him over to the Elves and Sauron finds out,

we'll have drawn the Dark Lord's wrath upon our kingdom... our people.

I say we do what we tell the wee 'uns to do.

"Stop fighting and do the bloody dishes?"

Do what's right.

Consequences be damned. I say we send for Elrond.

Well, as much as it pains me, Disa, I have to disagree.

If you ask me, the prudent choice would be

to toss the bugger back out the door, pretend we never found him.

But we did find him.

A bell is just a cup until it's struck,

and then it can't be unrung.

How many times have I told you the Faithful are getting bolder?

Have been ever since they sprung Míriel from our dungeons.

They believe you stole the throne. They're never gonna stop fighting you.

This wasn't Míriel. Murder is... not in her nature.

Oh, isn't it?

They say in the West,

this so-called "Man with the White Flame" is building her an army.

An army she commands.

How long until she decides to use it?

Go to Middle-earth now, you might well return

to find the Scepter's no longer yours.

You think too much of the Faithful.

You think too little of them.

But it wasn't one of Sauron's arrows that pierced that arm.

With respect, if you can't make your own subjects kneel,

how can you expect to make him?

How did they know our chariot route?

Do you think they had help?

Our shepherd might be of some aid.

He won't utter a word, I'm told.

Perhaps it is time to put our most ardent disciple on the matter.

Dark days.

Dark days, indeed.

It is a blessing you were not in that carriage...

as planned.

Pray tell, what changed?

Blessings are for the Faithful.

Why so quick to speak of them?

A figure of speech, Lady Eärien, nothing more.

I wouldn't spit on a Faithful if he was on fire.

If the lot of them marched into the sea tomorrow, I'd dance a jig.

Needn't worry about my loyalty, ma'am.

Never.

I wouldn't expect much from him.

We've been at him for two days. He's hardly spit a word.

It isn't a word we want.

It's a name.

I know the Faithful believe death to be a gift of the Valar,

but you still have many hours before it is yours.

Hours that will pass slowly.

I wasn't... told... about any spy.

Tell me who it was that helped you, and your sufferings will end.

It's you who's going to suffer.

The Man with the White Flame is coming.

He's coming.

And the wrath of the Valar is coming with him.

Leave us.

My lady.

Listen to me, Haleth.

My name is Eärien.

I am one of you.

I know.

You know?

I wish more of us could know about you...

about all that you've done for us.

How many lives you've saved.

Drink this.

- It will ease your pain. - No, no.

It'll make me senseless.

I might tell them something.

I will not leave you here to suffer.

Then... don't.

I have the name.

I'm finished. See that he is, too.

- Yes, ma'am. - Yes, ma'am.

To think that, all this time,

you had one of them in your chambers.

I'd put my whole wardrobe to the torch.

I learned to develop a strong stomach about their type long ago.

I grew up around Faithful.

As did I.

It has been my life's work to see to it that no one has to suffer,

as you and I did.

And now, at last, we have the King's ear.

Ar-Pharazôn's brush with death

has convinced him that the Faithful problem requires...

a more robust solution.

It will begin in the West.

What will begin in the West?

Haleth's wife is beside herself.

When can we set him free?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

It's not your fault.

It's mine.

I gave the order.

For the rest of my days, that will be with me.

"May his death be not a doom, but a gift."

None of this is a gift.

Haleth sacrificed his life to protect yours.

There's nothing greater any of us can give.

To having to pretend to be that woman...

day after day.

Isildur, I feel... evil.

Maybe it's time.

Maybe you've done enough.

Númenor is like this because of me.

Nothing I ever do would be enough.

You could walk away.

Tonight.

Go to The West. Faithful are safe there.

Not anymore.

Let's hope she hasn't heard what's happened yet.

I used to fear the darkness.

But through darkness, I learned to trust the hand that guides.

In that trust, I found fellowship. And in fellowship, faith.

Our faith brought you here.

Now, it will bear you to a new home.

You sail tonight for the Havens,

secret enclaves of Faithful,

hidden along our western shores...

far from the reach of the King's Men.

Lieutenant Isildur.

Gather your belongings, my friends. I hear it is a fair tide.

Have Isildur brought outside at once.

My Queen.

We will never save Númenor unless we start fighting back.

You killed an innocent woman.

She was one of them.

Dividing the world into "us" and "them"

creates a chasm that can only be filled by suffering.

As Faithful, it is our task to lead Númenor back to the light.

All Númenor, "us" and "us."

Don't you see? What you did will only cause Pharazôn to tighten his grip.

He'll seek reprisals.

Which is what your sister's come here to warn us about, isn't it?

- How did you know? - So, let us hear.

What new doom awaits us?

They are coming for the Havens.

This changes everything.

We have to warn my father.

They think once he's gone, the rest of us will go without a fight.

Pharazôn's got a spy in his ranks.

They're setting some kind of trap. We have to warn him.

Even if you rode all night, it would take weeks to reach him.

Not if we use the palantír.

We have used it to send a message before.

They keep it locked away.

There is a welcoming party a few nights from now.

I can steal the key from Belzagar's room.

Your father wouldn't want this.

It isn't his decision, My Queen.

It's yours.

I don't understand it. How in Aulë's name did they get in?

Unknown, My Queen. By all accounts, they just appeared.

Stay here.

- Sire... - Stay here.

Off with them.

Sauron's Rings are not welcome in this mountain.

You wanna treat with me, you will take them off.

Good King, be at ease.

We come not in conflict, but friendship.

There are no friends of Mordor here.

You are mistaken.

Do you not remember? It was Sauron, the Wise and Merciful,

who bestowed upon thee seven Rings,

of which one alone returned this mountain to prosperity.

For that privilege, he now asks but a trifle in return.

Lot of effort to go through for a trifle.

Sneaking in here, all dressed up in your wee, fancy armor...

The Orc. Where is he?

The rock of our mountain is home to many a grave.

Shall we see if it can fit a few more?

No!

No.

We will not slay thee,

but will bear thee away instead to the houses of lamentation,

beyond all darkness,

where thy flesh shall be devoured,

and thy shriveled mind be left naked before His Eye.

It must be the ale I had at luncheon.

Or maybe the pork tips I had for breakfast.

Anyway, something must be making me see things.

For there isn't any way a pair of surface-dwelling,

Mordor boot-licking filth

would sneak in and assault the King of Khazad-dûm.

For, if they did that,

they'd be declaring war against these halls,

against all Dwarven Realms!

Now, is that something

your Dark Lord's given you authority to do, Nazgnagôl?

Sauron shall hear of your insolence.

I came as soon as I heard.

Sorry I wasn't here sooner.

Sauron said you was beautiful.

For once, it seems he didn't lie.

Say what you came to say, Uruk.

Sauron's victory's at hand.

He's secured an army from Rhûn. Wicked Men.

A hundred thousand of 'em.

Not with a million Men could Sauron reach us here.

I weren't finished.

The Dark Lord is on the brink of craftin' a new power.

One that will make all the Rings subordinate to his own. Even yours.

His own?

A Master Ring?

One Ring to rule them all.

Why grace us with this knowledge?

Lord-father trusted the She-Elf.

He dreamt that one day the Uruk might live in peace.

Whispers are, you agreed to ally with him against Sauron

to help make it so.

Orc lies.

Lie?

I come to honor his side of that alliance.

Will you honor yours?

And why should we believe you?

'Cause Sauron's plans threaten my kind!

Even more than yours.

If he forges that Ring,

we'll be nothing but food for his enemies' swords!

For your swords!

My sword is hungry now, Orc.

You said "if" Sauron forges his Ring.

What is preventing him?

Your Celebrimbor put some craft into the Elven Rings

even Sauron can't savvy.

He's got armies scouring Middle-earth to find the answer.

The secret of the Three.

But only I know how to find it.

And so far, I kept my gob shut.

And if you were to open it?

Sauron thinks they's all dead,

but I'm the one what caught her.

She knows all Celebrimbor's secrets...

and she's right under Sauron's nose.

He just don't know it.

Who?

Calls herself Maitalle.

The last of the Elven-smiths.

While Eregion fell, I led her North

to a place where no Elf would dare follow.

The most feared, most impenetrable of all Orc dungeons,

the Fortress of Gundabad.

Gundabad?

- It was said to be abandoned. - It has been reclaimed.

Hundreds of prisoners moved there.

Come with me, She-Elf, and I'll lead you there myself.

And together, you and I can see to it Sauron never completes his Ring.

And never wins the war.

The answer's no. I cannot trust an Orc. I will not.

This Orc is different.

He's an Orc.

Sorry, was you gonna eat this?

I've heard whispers.

Sauron is scouring the ruins of Eregion, which would support the Orc's story.

This could all be a ploy to lure your Ring out into the open.

A Master Ring would give Sauron the power to bind all Ring-bearers to his will.

In time, he could govern our minds, our thoughts, our very actions.

Galadriel is right.

My friends... we have no choice but to act.

All of us.

Númenor.

I will plead our cause to the High King.

This path will end in ruin.

We are, all of us, on the path to ruin now.

The question is, whether we lie down and await it,

or go forth and meet it on our feet.

Then I shall meet it with you.

What of Pelargir? Of Theo?

If Sauron forges a Master Ring

and marches over us with an army a hundred thousand strong,

it will not matter where I go.

And I'm not about to send you out into enemy territory

with only that Orc as an escort.

I will do my part...

and trust Theo will do his.

Did your mother ever teach you, Theo, about the unseen world?

A realm of spirit.

Invisible to all but the very wise.

Necromancy is the art by which we communicate with those who dwell there.

You mean the dead?

Death is not always an end.

For some, it can be a beginning.

What are you gonna do to him?

If we wish for the dead to speak, they will need a tongue.

He is an Orc.

They slaughtered your mother.

Grant him not the pity they refused her.

What are you...

Your father's name was Fäldred.

What?

Son of Hammethreg. Yes. And what happened to him?

What's it saying?

Your father is here.

Ask him what you will, Theo. The question you've always had.

The question your mother would never answer.

Who are you, Father?

What does it mean?

It is a Noble House of old, the sworn stewards of Mordor,

blessed with...

certain powers.

A heritage passed from father...

to son.

I don't understand.

There is a reason you were drawn to that hilt, and it to you.

Had your mother not hidden the truth,

in time you might have ruled the Southlands.

My mother told me my father left.

No.

Theo...

When she found out what he was,

your mother murdered him.

I'm sorry.

No.

No.

You're evil.

Evil?

The wise know there is no such thing.

There is only power.

Power to control or be controlled by another.

She loved me.

- My mother loved me... - Your mother loved an Elf.

Please! Stop.

Theo...

All your life...

you have been trodden upon.

By Elves, Orcs...

and now, Númenóreans.

When you were born to have power over them all.

For you have it in you...

to be a conqueror.

A sorcerer.

A king.

I'm alone!

I told Sauron never to seek me out whilst I'm in the mountain.

Dwarves cannot abide trespassers.

And the Dark Lord cannot abide

those who betray their promises.

I need more time. The trap is set, I just need Durin to fall into it.

And the Orc?

Rivendell.

There is goodness in Númenor.

I have seen it.

It is your task to make the High King see it, too.

My task is the easier.

You journey to a place from which no Elf has returned.

We're not taking the dog.

Then mightn't we eat him before we go? Just a nibble.

No one is eating him.

No Elf ever had an Orc for an escort.

In the event you should fail, the Three Rings will no longer be safe.

Nenya must leave your hand.

Ha!

If you ask me, we ought to have a host of soldiers at our side.

The enemy relies on force. Let us trust in fellowship.

Did you just call me your friend?

At times like this, a friend is not a bad thing to have.

Sauron offered me a Ring, too. It's true.

Orc showed up with a summons.

We told him Númenor had no use for a blacksmith's trinkets.

Sent him back to Mordor, a spear stuffed up his...

Diplomatic as ever, I see.

Father.

Just heard about this latest Faithful outrage. Are you well?

Every wound we receive brings us closer to wisdom.

What did your time in Middle-earth do for you?

Our fortresses in Pelargir and Umbar

are stocked with arms and rations enough to supply your army for a long campaign.

I've also prepared an accounting of Sauron's defenses.

When do we set sail?

Leave us.

- Before you begin, Father, I... - You've done well.

Father, I...

Thank you. Thank you.

I have a new task for you in the west of our isle.

Succeed, and it is my intention to declare you my heir in open court.

To ensure that, even in death, we hold the Scepter.

No one will take it from us,

not the Faithful, and not Sauron.

And one day, our banners will cover the world.

I am ready, Father.

Command me.

Lord Belzagar will be along presently to discuss the details.

Your Grace, I'll fetch you a garment from your chambers.

No!

No, I'll do it myself.

What took you so long?

Get in, warn Father, get out.

Meet back here in an hour.

Please, please be careful.

Always.

Father.

I'll never get over how real this feels.

And I can't get over how good it feels to see you.

It's good to see you, too, Father.

We agreed we wouldn't contact each other this way. What's happened?

Queen sent me.

Míriel?

Eärien's learnt you're in grave danger. All the Faithful are.

Tell me everything.

Lady Eärien,

we believe a Faithful spy has infiltrated royal grounds.

You're needed at once.

Now there's a fetching sight.

Wonderful to see you, Kemen.

Middle-earth seems to have suited you.

What suited me most was watching it shrink from the stern of a ship.

So, where is the filth?

When do I get my hands on him?

"Her", actually.

Throwing another of their women to the dogs, are they?

Faithful must really be desperate.

The truth is, I'm surprised it's taken them so long.

The true surprise, my dear, is how long it took us.

You must be joking.

Me?

We've known for some time that we had a leak in the hull.

A small hole, but one in need of plugging.

Mind your tongue, Belzagar.

Those who speak lies to the King are apt to have theirs cut off.

Actually, when your handmaid first reported her suspicions months ago,

Belzagar was the last to believe it.

So that's what this is about.

A bit of idle slander.

It ceased to be slander when you sent her to the rope.

This is that vintage from the Meneltarma, isn't it, Kemen?

The one you first told me about when we met...

First, you will give us Míriel.

I'm sorry, but you've simply made a mistake. I can't help you.

You've already helped us.

Your brother has done exactly as we hoped he would.

As for your father... the Man with the White Flame, well...

that trap you sought to warn him about, you set yourselves.

Tonight.

This has ceased to be amusing.

You dare lie to me?

To the contrary.

For, starting this moment, you belong to us, body and soul.

Together, we are going to snuff out

every flickering trace of this rebellion.

In time, willingly or otherwise,

we will make you the most devoted King's Man of all.

Now...

Where is Míriel?

Think carefully before you answer.

The next person who asks you will not be me.

Perhaps it is a gift.

I'm sorry?

I shan't be able to help you.

I don't recall giving you a choice.

Isildur, I'm sorry.

Who is it?

Step back.

Get out of the way.

I think I see a body.

Something is here. Step back.

Move aside.

How did it happen?

Step back.

Move back.

- Come on. - I wonder why.

It was just an accident.

I said move along.

Friend of yours?

No.

No, I didn't know her.