As Evomendacil is sailing on the seas, just set out from Umbar with word from the king, a small sloop appears on the horizon. "Pirates, milord?" asks the first mate, "No," he replies, "This is the flagship of Gondor and Umbar, a sloop wouldn't attack." The sloop pulls up, flying a white flag. The ships pull aside, and a plank is lowered. Onto the deck steps.... a Dwarf. Very sea-sick. Evomendacil recognizes him at Antzorg of Aglarond. "What brings you here, Dwarf-prince?" he asks. "I have spied.... on the armies of Gondor. The king has assisted in the taking of Osgiliath. He is helping the Dwarves! On his orders they have killed many Gondorian soldiers, and what is worse, he is looking for you. He thinks you are coming back soon, and he has men waiting at all the ports to arrest you, kill you, torture you, what I do not know, but it is not good. The king is gripped with madness again! You must flee! Flee to Mithlond! The Elves shall help you, and this ship can take on any fleet that the king sends out from Pelargir or Dol Amroth, and send your escorts to Umbar. Tell them to fortify it! And to the feifdoms! Rally the knights of Dol Amroth! Rally the help of the Elves! Do not let this mad king destroy all!"