conversations.from: system
conversations.value: *"Then Ar-Pharazôn the King turned back to the worship of the Dark... ere long openly and in the face of his people; and they for the most part followed him. Yet there dwelt still a remnant of the Faithful... at Rómenna and in the country near....*
  
  *The chief among them, to whom they looked for leading and courage in evil days, was Amandil, councillor of the King.... he was so noble, and had been so mighty a captain of the sea, that he was still held in honour by many of the people, and neither the King nor Sauron dared to lay hands on him as yet.*
  
  *Therefore Amandil withdrew to Rómenna, and all that he trusted still to be faithful he summoned to come thither in secret; for he feared that evil would now grow apace, and all the Elf-friends were in peril. And so it soon came to pass."*
  
  **-- The Silmarillion, Akallabêth**
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A subject or retainer of the Lords of Andúnië. One of a dwindling and persecuted minority of Númenoreans who hold fast to the ancient friendship with the Elves, and keep faith with the Valar.
  
  *"Then slowly a change came over the land, and the hearts of the Elf-friends were sorely troubled, and many fell away out of fear; and although those that remained still called themselves the Faithful, their enemies named them rebels."*
  
  **-- The Silmarillion, Akallabêth**
conversations.prefix: Faithful:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Armenelos the Golden, City of Kings: capital and largest city of Númenor. It sits close by the holy mountain of Meneltarma.
  
  *"At the feet of the mountain were built the tombs of the Kings, and hard by upon a hill was Armenelos, fairest of cities, and there stood the tower and the citadel that was raised by Elros son of Eärendil, whom the Valar appointed to be the first King of the Dúnedain."*
  
  **-- The Silmarillion, Akallabêth**
conversations.prefix: Armenelos:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tell of the perilous errand on which you came to Armenelos: to summon the last of the Faithful that yet dwell undiscovered in the rising shadow of Sauron's dark temple.
  
  *"Therefore Amandil withdrew to Rómenna, and all that he trusted still to be faithful he summoned to come thither in secret; for he feared that evil would now grow apace, and all the Elf-friends were in peril. And so it soon came to pass.”*
  
  **– The Silmarillion, Akallabêth**
conversations.prefix: Amandil's Will:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Tell of the escape from Armenelos and what befell you on the road home to Rómenna.
  
  *"The chief and most ancient road suitable for wheels, ran from the greatest port, Rómenna in the east, to the royal city of Armenelos, and thence on to the Valley of the Tombs and the Meneltarma..."*
  
  **-- Unfinished Tales, Part 2, Ch 1, Description of the Island of Númenor**
conversations.prefix: Eastward:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The father of Elendil the Tall and the last Lord of Andúnië.  Descended in a direct line from the Lady Slmaarien, and therefore from Elros Tar-Minyatur (the founder of Númenor), the nobility of his blood is nearly equal that of Ar-Pharazôn Ar-Pharazôn.  After the King returned from his great expedition in tow, Amandil's influence waned even as Sauron's waxed.    
conversations.prefix: Amandil of Andúnië:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Called "East Home" in the elven language Quenya, Rómenna is part of Arandor, the King's Land, and is the principal harbor of eastern Númenor.  In the days of the two and twentieth King, Ar-Gimilzôr, Rómenna was swelled by an influx of refugees known as the Faithful, they being uprooted by edict from their old homes in Andúnië and sent to live in the east.  
conversations.prefix: Rómenna:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Light is the weave and luxurious the cloth...it is of elven origin. While it lends beauty to the wearer in any circumstance, it also has the ability charm those around her.  It does not bewitch in any sense, but somehow lends grace, beauty, and attractiveness to she who wears it such that her ability to influence, and perhaps even to beguile are enhanced.  Such was the skill of the elven seamstress who spun it.
conversations.prefix: Courtly Dress:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Craft of the woodland Elves, this cloak allows the wearer to blend into the countryside.  It is possible, according to the elven merchants who brought these garments to Númenor in years past, that one so cloaked becomes nigh invisible if he remains perfectly still.  It works far less better among the bricks and mortar of a human town or city, and yet even there it may have its uses.
conversations.prefix: Woodland Cloak:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Exquisitely wrought, this dagger typifies the high skills of the weapons guilds of Numenor.  
  
  And sharp it is as well.  
conversations.prefix: Dagger:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Although such helms are common among the warriors of Numenor, the markings and attention to detail on this particular piece identifies the wearer as being aligned with the Andúnië.
conversations.prefix: Helm:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The famed steel bow of the Numenorians.  He who is able to draw it fully back will let fly an arrow with sufficient force to pierce all but the thickest armor.
conversations.prefix: Bow:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Vestments fit for the highest-born of the West.  Those thus dressed are surely of noble birth.  
conversations.prefix: Courtly Garb:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The same design as that worn by Elves during the high days of Gondolin.  It is not mithril, but it affords very good protection to the wearer.
conversations.prefix: Elvish Mail:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Among the many people going about their business, there seems to be one who is intent on observing those among your number, while vying to remain unobserved himself.  Is this a matter of mere curiosity, or is there malice involved?
conversations.prefix: You are being watched:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A man of unremarkable mien, carrying about him an air of defiance tinged with fear — and on his face the marks of past abuse.
  
  Who is he and what business has he watching the latest party from darkening Armenelos?
conversations.prefix: Suspicious Follower:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The words of a suspicious stranger called to your mind that far eastern land that was once the Enemy's -- and now, so you hear, fertile and empty under a brighter sun.
  
  Might it be one you could someday call home? It would behoove you to learn more of this Middle-earth, perhaps from men that have trodden its white shores.
conversations.prefix: Middle-earth:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"Blood will call to blood, and such bonds as blood has forged cannot be broken by steel or force of will alone."*
  
  A suspicious stranger gave you cause to focus anew on the threat posed your progeny.
  
  As Sauron's powers wax, so do those he can bestow on those who serve him. You must know more.
conversations.prefix: The Bonds of Blood:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cenedir's faith notwithstanding, the King's Men will come to Rómenna, and their eye -- and Sauron's -- will fall swiftly on any sign of Elendil's newest works.
  
  For the future of the Faithful, preparations must be made to cloak the construction and purpose of these ships from unworthy eyes.
conversations.prefix: Safeguard the Fleet:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Naught can be done now for the horror unfolding within the walls of once-noble Armenelos. But mayhap some of those ensnared in it can yet be saved, ere the axes of the King's Men fall.
  
  Let preparations be made for the first and final raid upon Sauron's growing fastness, towards that end.
conversations.prefix: Raid the Temple:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Much was left behind at Andúnië during the banishment to Rómenna years ago -- among them personal property of significance, and certain items dear to all the Faithful.
  
  It would not do to leave Númenor without these. Preparations must be made for a stealthy return home.
conversations.prefix: Retrieve the Artifacts:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What Elendil requests of you is a difficult thing.  To confront these men who have made no secret of their malice towards you and Arannel is not a choice easily made.  
  
  Is this your doom?
conversations.prefix: The Choice (for Gimílin):
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Son of Gimílin and father of Arannel, Deruzîr is resplendent, clad as he is in the King's livery.  High has he risen in the eyes of both Ar-Pharazôn and Sauron himself.  A man once noble, worthy to be called a son of Gimílin, now he is given over utterly to vanity and the service of his dark lords.
conversations.prefix: Deruzîr, Lord of Nísimaldar (For Gimílin):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As was expected, a column of King's Men are approaching Rómenna.  Can they be intercepted?
conversations.prefix: The King's Men:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The burdens of a sea captain are no new thing, but the decisions to be made now will seal the doom of many:  
  To sea in haste?  To continue the making ready of the ships, but with urgency much renewed?  To ride forth with the others?  
conversations.prefix: Which Course?  (for Reithedir):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Deruzîr with his mocking tone insults the honor of one whom you have come to admire.   Son of Gimílin though he be, his mocking tone may carry with it a threat more tangible against her person. 
conversations.prefix: Gimílin:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Son of Gimílin and father of Arannel, Deruzîr is resplendent, clad as he is in the King's livery.  High has he risen in the eyes of both Ar-Pharazôn and Sauron himself.  A man once noble, worthy to be called a son of Gimílin, now he is given over utterly to vanity and the service of his dark lords.
conversations.prefix: Deruzîr, Lord of Nísimaldar:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Can not something be thought upon to delay Arradon's mission, if even for the span of an hour?
conversations.prefix: Delay:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Time grows short.  If the fleet sail not now, little point there is in sailing at all!
conversations.prefix: Swiftly to Sea! (for Reithedir):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Once the capital of Númenor and port of call for the Elves of Tol Eressëa, this western haven was the home of the Faithful until their deportation to Rómenna in the days of Ar-Gimilzôr.
  
  The city now stands largely silent, populated only by a garrison of the King's Men -- and a scant few citizens whose forebears recanted their ties to the Lords of Andúnië in exchange for clemency.
conversations.prefix: Andúnië:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Wrought from fine silver and bearing a small decorative inlay of mithril -- said to have been mined in the Undying Lands -- this goblet was used by the first Elf-visitors to Andúnië to share a drink of friendship with their hosts. 
  
  Its role in that historic moment makes it a small but potent symbol of the bond between the Faithful and the Fair Folk.
conversations.prefix: Elven Goblet:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: This collection of scrolls, dating from the reign of Tar-Ancalimon, contains detailed accounts and ruminations on the rise of the King's Men and the ensuing divisions in Númenorean society.
  
  Its value as a historical text -- and an educational one, for future generations -- is no small thing.
conversations.prefix: Histories of the Elendili:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Housed within an unassuming gold urn, these handfuls of earth and stone were taken from the foundations of [Pelargir](http://tolkiengateway.net/wiki/Pelargir) -- the great haven of the Faithful in Middle-earth -- the day work on the city was at last finished.
  
  For centuries, the urn and its contents have stood in commemoration of Faithful presence overseas; it is only right that it now return whence it came.
conversations.prefix: Soil of Pelargir:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As those who sacrifice honor and liberty upon the altar of safety shall receive none of those things, so do the descendants of the turncoat Faithful of earlier days toil yet under the shadow of their grandsires’ capitulation.
  
  Yet some caged beasts may soon grow fond of their chains...
conversations.prefix: Sins of our Sires:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In the flight from fallen Andúnië, the chosen of Elendil did gaze upon the faces of their sundered brethren, sifting long-cold ash for the smallest of embers.
  
  Whether bold words and verse did kindle these anew, and what may come of such a flame, the Valar alone know.
conversations.prefix: Craven of Andúnië:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ever minding the future, as a bowman minds his mark, loosing no action without respect for the vagaries of wind and fate.
conversations.prefix: Far-Sighted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Such is the way of those that mind the future overmuch, that choice may carry with it an unbearable burden of days yet to come.
conversations.prefix: Faint-Hearted:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: There is a place for all things, and one needs find one's own as the years lengthen and the grasses grow -- ere one's place be found under those grasses.
conversations.prefix: Find Purpose:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: He prized his heritage as a citizen of Númenor, proud heir to centuries of glory and high culture.  Despite the looming threat of persecution, he and his kinsmen held fast to the Elvish traditions and tongues.  
conversations.prefix: A Man of the West:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Of all the years of this epoch which is called the Second Age of the World, these seem to be as dangerous as any yet remembered...and the threat comes from *within.*
  These things must be written and chronicled.  If there is to be an age after the Second, then Men and Elves must know what happened.
conversations.prefix: A Writer of Verse and Chronichler of Deeds:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: When she was a maid, his mother was called Dofengwend the Gloomy.
  
  The apple fell not far from the tree.
  
  
conversations.prefix: Blunt and Dour:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Dûrmaeron was not battlesome, as were so many of the strong proud youth of Númenor.  
  Possessing rather the heart of a poet, he sought to cut through to the meaning of things, rather than cut through to the heart of some foe.
  
  Yet all the while Dûrmaeron knew well the time might come when he would be called upon to do both.
conversations.prefix: The Quill or the Sword?:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Meneltarma is no mere place to you.  It represents all that you hold dear:  your beliefs, your Numenorian heritage, your family honor...despite all which transpires, if you hold on to this, you will hold fast.
conversations.prefix: Pious:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Well do you know that Numenor faces troubled times, if not outright decline, but you are reluctant to name the source.  Sauron has not only the King beguiled; his charisma makes it difficult for you to see the truth.
conversations.prefix: In Denial:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: His charisma is alluring, yet you know full well--if you are brave enough to admit it--that he is the source of the poison now spreading rapidly through your beloved land and people.  
conversations.prefix: Sauron:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: No society can function without support for its leaders, both in an indirect way (paying taxes, abiding to law, answer a call to arms, etc.) and a direct way (cooking food, washing clothes, relaying messages, etc.).
  You provide the latter.
conversations.prefix: Manservant:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have tackled many situations others have not faced before. 
  
  Like: where can I find food and shelter. Get past a grumpy guard without a fight. How to get dry.
conversations.prefix: Resourceful:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You have been raised of common stock, and look and behave accordingly.
  Letters and figures are difficult, as is speaking high language and trasping the intricacies of politics and law.
conversations.prefix: Commoner:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In your ideal world you pull your own boat on a beach and are greeting by two cheering children and a loving wife carrying your third.
  
  That may be a long way...
conversations.prefix: Get a home:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"I would betray the King. For there is but one loyalty from which no man can be absolved in heart for any cause. But it is for mercy upon Men and their deliverance ... that I would plead, since some at least have remained faithful.”*
  
  While initially deceived by the Word of Sauron and the King, you have since seen the truth in the words of Elendil and his followers.
conversations.prefix: Faithful:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *”Therefore they grew wise and glorious, and in all things more like to the Firstborn than any other of the kindreds of Men;...”*
  
  You have lived a full life, and being from Westernesse longer than others. There is much that you have seen and can recount.
  
conversations.prefix: Wisdom:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *”For though the Valar had rewarded the Dúnedain with long life, he could not take from them the weariness of the world that comes at last…’*
  
  The light in your eyes is dimmed as the weariness has come upon you and you are looking upon the end of your days.
  
conversations.prefix: Frailty:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: *”..and Men shook off the yoke of the offspring of Morgoth, and unlearned their terror of the dark.”*
  
  Would it be that you could undo the evil that you and your line has wrought upon your own people. But some remnant of your people may yet be turned from the shadow.
conversations.prefix: Redemption:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *“For that woe is past, and I would take what joy is here left, untroubled by memory.”*
  
  Not too long ago, you were among the King’s Men. While realising the folly of your ways now, old connections still linger, for better and for worse.
  
conversations.prefix: A darker past:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The names of you and your companions will be known to your enemies before the next sunset. What rest and respite is to be had lies in the east.
conversations.prefix: No road back:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *Many evil things there are that your strong walls and bright swords do not stay.*
  
  Not too long ago, you were among the King’s Men. While realising the folly of your ways now, your misdeeds can - and should - not be erased or forgotten.
conversations.prefix: A darker past:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Among the Faithful, the ways and manners of the Eldar are still known and honored.
conversations.prefix: Numenorian Courtesy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *But he that sows lies in the end shall not lack of a harvest, and soon he may rest from toil indeed while others reap and sow in his stead. Ever*
  
  The tales of some are grander than others, yet in the end most relate to the lives and choices of men.
  
  
conversations.prefix: Commoner's wisdom:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: In a world where all passes, where the Gift of Men may not be withdrawn, to yet tread softly in word and deed alike is virtue indeed.
conversations.prefix: Light-Footed:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Your soul is but one with the sea, the sun, the wind. You are one of the great mariners, and your decisiveness and leadership has held men steady in the face of the vilest storms. 
conversations.prefix: Son of Earendil:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Ever restless on land and in dealing with the plots of man, you yearn for the rising tide on which to set sail from troubled shores.
conversations.prefix: Escape to the Sea:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: No longer can you escape to the sea, leaving behind the rising storm and the consequences thereof. You must choose your course.
  
  By which star will you sail?
conversations.prefix: A Choice Befalls Us All:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You speak your mind, even when the words bear ill tidings and are difficult to hear -- and bear.
conversations.prefix: Hard Truths:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: ...be not wanting.
  
  Ever vigilant, ever watchful, ever ready to act in the name of honor and what is right.  
conversations.prefix: When duty calls...:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your mind calms your heart, and your words ring true to friend and foe alike.
conversations.prefix: Reason:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Now that you have sworn to a greater cause, that brings the responsibilities associated with that cause.
  
  Which may be massive, literary.
conversations.prefix: Bound by honor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Your honor is not one to kings and crowns, but to those you see and touch.
  
  You call it ‘little honor’.
conversations.prefix: Honor:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"Men took weapons in those days and slew one another for little cause; for they were become quick to anger."*
  
  Though aspiring for a higher standard, there is only so much foolishness a person can endure.
  
conversations.prefix: Anger:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Was it youthful inexperience, prudence, or a faint heart?
  
  You shall ask these questions of yourself for many years to come...
conversations.prefix: Panic:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: *"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us."*
  
  Now that you have made your decision to side with the Faithful and save your grandchild from doom, you shall let nothing stand in your way. 
conversations.prefix: Conviction:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.prefix: Wild: