Two remnants, a sole legacy
In the North, bitter and harsh, the foundations of a kingdom were then set, by the most loyal of the Men, whom in the Island they treated ill and bad, yet hope never he had lost and in profound sadness the raging signals from the westernmost ends he was able to fathom, in time to flee from the approaching catastrophe, yet the first wise king was slain in utter horror at the slopes of the volcano of ashes and tyranny, but the realm nonetheless prospered in the third era of the world, unto another disaster which in mayhem all had thrown, for winter came in sudden manner and the evidence of fell magic was apparent to see, and internal sedition made the deed easier for the foul leader of those sorcerers of obscure nature, and although enemies were driven off by concerted effort, we still mourn and wail, for only a miracle could bring back what it was and what in the cold was magnificently built.
In the broad South tales took a different course, for the initial struggle for defence was at the end a successful of a contest, when the might of the Ring failed and the southern kingdom set a careful watch over the venomous territories of the fallen Land of Shadow, and in the days of the Third Age the realm grew in strength and power, and its influence was spread via the waves of the sea, by the Mariner-kings of whom we have heard much in legends and stories, and this domain of glory passed the test time, until it was of the Free People the only shield against the revenant malice that had slowly recovered in the shadows of ignorance, and albeit the weakness and the king who on the throne is missed, stone is resilient and the memory of Númenor shall indeed withstand even the hardest of the challenges that time presents.