NÚMENÓREANS

From blessed isle to sunken ruin, the mighty kingdom of Númenor stood as humanity's greatest civilization until pride and the whispers of Sauron led its last king to challenge the Valar themselves. In their hubris, the Númenóreans sailed west to claim immortality, triggering a catastrophe that would drown their island realm, reshape Arda into a round world, and forever separate the Undying Lands from mortal shores.

From broken shards of ancient glory rose a legendary blade that would help reclaim a throne. Reforged by elvish smiths in Rivendell, this mighty sword of kings glowed with the light of sun and moon, striking fear into the hearts of darkness. In the hands of Isildur's heir, it became both weapon and proof of lineage, helping to unite the world of Men against Sauron's shadow.

From the shadows of the wild emerged a mysterious ranger called Strider, heir to the throne of Gondor and wielder of the reforged sword Andúril. This descendant of Isildur, raised in the ethereal realm of Rivendell, united the Dúnedain, fought alongside the Fellowship, commanded the Army of the Dead, and ultimately claimed his destiny as King Elessar of the Reunited Kingdom, ushering in the Fourth Age of Middle-earth alongside his Elven queen Arwen Undómiel.

In Middle-earth's darkest hour, High King Gil-galad of the Noldor and King Elendil of Númenor forged an unprecedented military alliance that would shape the fate of all free peoples. Their combined armies of Elves and Men marched against the Dark Lord Sauron, culminating in an epic seven-year siege of Barad-dûr and a legendary battle upon the slopes of Mount Doom. This momentous campaign marked the end of the Second Age and forever changed the face of Middle-earth.

Forged by the legendary Dwarf-smith Telchar of Nogrod, this mythical sword shattered beneath the Dark Lord's feet only to deliver his doom. From its shards came hope: though broken in the great battle of the Last Alliance, its remains became a cherished heirloom of the Heirs of Elendil, carefully preserved in the elven sanctuary of Rivendell until its destined reforging.

Standing proudly in the Citadel's courtyard of Minas Tirith, a sacred seedling descended from ancient Númenor grows as a living testament to the endurance of kings. This remarkable tree, with its silver bark and snow-white blossoms, serves as both a majestic symbol of royal authority and a beacon of hope for the realm of Men. Through withering times and moments of triumph, this descendant of Nimloth the Fair continues to mirror the fate of its guardians, the Stewards and Kings of the White City.