Legend tells of a race of Men, descended from Elven blood, which lived to the West on an island beyond the borders of Middle-earth; so close to Valinor, the almost magical realm to which all souls pass that seek peace and oblivion, that one was able to see its white shores from the highest mountain in a fair weather. The island was named Númenor, and there all Men co-existed in harmony, praising the name of the Valar and Ilúvatar, the One.
But then dark days followed, when the kings became too proud and greedy, soon to be drawn to the heathen ways in search for greater power and longer life. Sauron the Deceiver, who hated all Men and especially the Númenóreans, saw at that time the chance to make them suffer the most. Feigning defeat, he let himself be taken captive by Tar-Pharazôn, the most corrupt of the kings that ever sat on a throne and the last destined to reign in Númenor. Under the influence of Sauron's poisonous words, cloaked with seductive talk of glory and immortality, Tar-Pharazôn built great ships to sail west and challenge the ones that had benefited his people the most throughout the ages: the Valar themselves. Enraged, the Valar caused great waves that destroyed the ships and then sank the island of Númenor, so all the corruption drowned with Tar-Pharazôn and his people. Even though glad for the destruction of the Men through his malice, Sauron himself came to his own ruin, and with his life-force weakened, he had to return to his old haunts of Mordor, waiting for years until he grew strong again.
The fall of Númenor, however, was not the end of all the Númenóreans. A few Men, loyal to the Valar and foreseeing that the days of their homeland were numbered, sailed to safety before any harm came to them to the only place they could go: Middle-earth. These people were led by Elendil and his sons, Anárion and Isildur, whose bloodline was meant to be bound forever after to the fate of Middle-earth.
And yet, even amongst them, remnants of the corruption still lingered. And soon a small part of the kind leader's men became estranged, drawn to Sauron once more despite what he had done. They were the Black Númenóreans, who spread across Middle-earth, becoming chiefs of scattered men and turning them to forces of dread, always at war with the men of Elendil's bloodline. The most feared and formidable were the Corsairs of Umbar, whose black sails meant only plundering and looting wherever they went. These were finally destroyed by Aragorn, Isildur's descendant, who attacked their harbour, captured their ships and sailed them to the aid of Minas Tirith and victory against Sauron's armies. After Sauron's own defeat and downfall, it would seem that the Corsairs were scattered forever. Yet evil, no matter how small it may seem and in what form it might be, remains evil… much like kindness.
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