Kura

- A tower? - I need it completed by spring.

Have you considered seeking partners outside

the confines of our own race?

Tell me about your King's proposal

so I can present it to my father.

I'd sense it if he were hiding something.

Perhaps he sensed that it was you who was hiding something.

What is this place?

The Island Kingdom of Númenor.

I was thinking I might defer.

When the Sea Trial begins and that ship launches,

you will be on it.

I don't want any trouble.

It is a map of the South lands.

It speaks not only of a place, but a plan.

To create a realm of their own.

Then the South lands are in grave danger.

If Sauron has indeed returned,

the South lands are but the beginning.

If there are any of you here who want to live...

...we make for the Elven tower at first light.

Bring him to Adar.

Adar!

Sauron was said to have many names in days of old.

Perhaps this is one of them.

Your people have no king, for you are him.

Come with me to Middle-earth.

You're still short an army.

That is all about to change.

In this court,

we gather daily to hammer out our island's future.

But at the Blessing of the Children,

we gather to welcome those who will live that future.

One as boundless as a sunrise over the rolling sea.

What name have you chosen for her?

Alinel.

Alinel.

May Númenor's strength arise in thee.

Her wisdom guide thy steps...

Sometimes our island just needs a stretch.

Just like you.

It is a perfect day, Queen Regent.

What business would you begin with?

She summoned the Elf to court.

Just this morning.

Elf's mate attacks four guildsmen, and Míriel has her up for tea?

Probably she called the Elf in to punish her.

Or to ask her for orders.

And while the Elf whispers poison in our Queen's ear,

who's speaking for us?

Chancellor! Chancellor!

Send her my regards, will you? Keep your voice down.

Would you like one, sir? Come on, sir.

I didn't realize you were in the middle of something important.

Chancellor!

Statecraft is the art of attending to small matters

as diligently as grand ones.

I should like to think you'd learned that by now.

I was only trying to be clever.

Cleverness is for men of small ambition.

I'd much rather it if you were wise, my son.

Now, what seems to be the trouble, hmm?

We may have a bit of a squall on our hands.

Elf ships on our shore?

Elf workers taking your trades?

Workers who don't sleep,

don't tire, don't age.

No!

I say, the Queen's either blind

or an Elf lover.

Just like her father.

- Elf lover! - Elf lover!

Elf lover! Elf lover!

And if the Elf were here now, what would she see?

Men of Númenor,

or a gaggle of mewling children?

We are sons and daughters of the Edain.

Of Elros Tar-Minyatur, whose host conquered Morgoth himself.

But now one Elf, a castaway, could threaten us?

Look down, each of you, at the guild crests you bear.

The heritage of mighty hands.

Of men who laid the Sea Wall.

Who raised Armenelos,

triumph of our civilization.

But now, one Elf could threaten us?

My friends...

Trust in me.

For by the calluses on my hands,

I swear that Elven hands will never take Númenor's helm.

She will remain, as always, a kingdom of Men.

Drinks all around!

Pharazôn! Pharazôn!

Isn't a name in this city he doesn't know,

a crowd he can't turn, a favor he isn't owed...

It's impressive.

I was going to say "infuriating."

From vineyards near the Meneltarma.

Supposed to make you forget your troubles.

Or so they say.

My troubles have been too hard-won.

You must be the new apprentice.

I'm Kemen. And your name is...

Hey, Eärien. Plans, now.

Oh.

You vex me, Elf.

I welcome you as a guest,

and you gallop off to our countryside to steal ancient scrolls

whilst your Southlander companion assaults our citizenry.

He is understandably quick to temper. His people are dying.

"His people"?

I believe the man you hold in your dungeons is no common brawler,

but the lost heir in exile to the throne of the South lands.

And I suppose Elendil here is a Rhûnic emperor.

Just a petty lord, actually.

His people are scattered. Leaderless.

But with your backing they might unite behind his banner. And fight.

What do you mean "backing"?

Sauron was once your people's enemy, as much as mine.

I call on you to finish the task left undone.

To reforge the alliance between Númenor and Elves...

And fight with me, to save the men of the South lands

before Sauron claims their lands for his own.

In this court we hear many proposals.

I dare say yours is the most surprising and ambitious I've heard in weeks.

Nevertheless, Númenor has chosen another path.

Not all Númenor.

King or carpenter, the Southlander will face judgment.

This audience is ended.

Then I have little choice, but to ask for another.

One with Númenor's true ruler.

Your father, the King.

You should not speak of matters you do not understand,

Galadriel, daughter of Finarfin.

And you should stand aside,

that I might present my proposal to one who holds the authority to answer it.

Lady Galadriel, that is quite enough.

And with what authority do you speak, Elf?

That of your people?

Or are you a castaway, grasping for a handhold in a tempest?

There is a tempest in me.

It swept me to this island for a reason.

And it will not be quelled by you, Regent.

Don't tell me.

Tavern brawl?

Sedition.

You've nearly made it!

In a few more days,

I'll have the pleasure of calling all of you shipmates.

Pull now, cadets! Pull!

Isildur...

Pull now, cadets!

Pull!

Line!

Explain yourselves.

Sir, no, there must be some sort of mistake.

It was my fault, Sea-master.

I let it slip.

I've seen you ease that halyard proper a hundred times.

That was deliberate.

You're off the Sea Guard!

All three of you!

"The West"? "The real Númenor"?

That garbage your brother used to spew, again!

I thought the sail-master would only dismiss me.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

You're sorry? You just set our whole lives on fire!

Where's that chamber pot? I think I'm gonna be sick.

I will speak to my father.

Convince him to see that you're both reinstated.

No. Leave it to you to get kicked out of something

you never earned in the first place.

- Valandil... - No.

Since I was big enough to hold an oar, I wanted on that boat.

I did everything I was supposed to do to earn it. And what did you do?

What have you ever done but brood and blabber about your dead mother.

Stop it! Stop it! Enough!

Yeah, same old Isil walking away.

Isil! Where are you going?

Going, staying, what does it matter?

The real problem is him. And that's not going anywhere.

Magrot!

Adar...

Adar...

Nampak uglursha.

Nampak uglursha.

Where were you born,

soldier?

Beleriand.

By the mouth of the river?

Who are you?

I went down that river once...

When I was young.

I remember...

The banks were covered in sage blossoms.

Miles of them.

Why do the Orcs call you Father?

You have been told many lies.

Some run so deep,

even the rocks and roots now believe them.