*Written on a piece of parchment that is ripped in half*
Many scrolls have I read and many records have I discovered and there has not been one that scared me more than those that follow up the history of my family. I have reason to believe that our ancestors did not hail from the men that followed Elendil in ancient times like I was lead to believe, instead everything seems to point out that our earlier ancestors were King's Men, Númenóreans who followed the ways of the tyrannical kings who served Sauron. It is known that most of the King's Men perished with the downfall of Númenor, but also that several of them had moved to Middle Earth prior to the calamitous event shaped by the might of the Valar - praise Ilúvatar.
I have come to the terrible conclusion that our bloodline descends from a warrior of old, greatly praised by his people and who succumbed to the deceit of the Dark Lord. Though mighty as he was, he believed that death is not a gift but a curse brought upon us by the immortal Valar, and thus he vowed to challenge them and sought to acquire their immortality by all costs. What few records that are left, including the personal notes of one of our earliest ancestors, state that this great warrior was offered a gift of great value and treasured it beyond anything else. He turned to self-interest only and is said to have grown mad and to have died in his sleep not long after.
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However, it is not stated exactly what he had in his possession, nor by whom this gift had found its way to him. I speculate, but I have reason to believe - Iluvatar guide me - that this gift was nothing other than a ring of power, granted to him by the deceitful, the hateful, the flaming eye. If I am correct, I tremble at the thought of what may in fact truly have happened to this warrior of old. Did he truly die in his sleep? Or did he change into something unnatural, something neither living nor dead.
I cannot fathom the thought that we may descend from a man who served the Dark Lord and who may yet count himself to his most terrible servants, and thus I ban this thought from my head. I am a man of the Valar, I heed only their call and I do not fear death, for it is but another path which we all must take.
Aglaril
Amon Dîn, The 22nd of September, 3018 T.A.
