Cue 7:  A tree speaks.

Hearing the Tree’s Call for Help

            Amandil read the missive slipped into his hand earlier in the day, his face growing stern.  “Zigûr counsels Pharazón to fell Nimloth and to burn her upon the altar in his temple,” he advised his gathered kinsmen.  “How could he even consider such an abominable act?”

            Isildur arose from his bed and clothed himself, taking his sword and a light pack.

            “And where is it you go, my brother?”

            Isildur sighed.  “Nimloth calls.  I may not save the White Tree, but I should be able to free a fruit to preserve the signs of favor offered us by the Valar.”