Tianwen·Magweth Pengolodh

Tianwen·Magweth Pengolodh

Author: Ecthelion

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Mithril Awards 2005-Best Drama (One of the Two Winners)

【Original Author】Tyellas

【Translation】Ecthelion

[Introduction] In the Second Era, an elf who was going to Tor Eressia disembarked at Númenor during the reign of Tar-Minastiel.He stayed in the great port of Romenna for a while, experienced the prosperous life of Númenor, and told some stories, but it also made the relationship between the mortals and the elves more and more tense.

【Grade】PG

[Authorization] Authorized.

[Translator's Note] This story is different from common fan works.With his thorough understanding of the world described by Tolkien and his extraordinary imagination, the author Tyellas took a character mentioned only in the "History of Middle-earth" series-the elf scholar Pengolodh as a clue , which vividly depicts the various conditions of the world from the first era to the middle of the second era, and the part about Númenor is particularly brilliant.Although many details in the story are different from my imagination, and there are some differences in understanding and choice of "facts", this does not detract from the self-consistency and splendor of the story itself.

This is a long story, but if you are familiar with all kinds of Arda, you will not feel bored while reading it, and you will smile knowingly from time to time.Also, I really resonate with what Tyellas said in the epilogue:

I'm having a great time creating an interpretation of Tolkien's Numenor, toying with some of Tolkien's philosophy, and exploring some of my Middle-Earthimaginings and place-setting that have been in the background of my stories.

We "sub-creators" can't ask for more than that.

Content tags: original works to western masterpieces

Search keywords: Protagonist: Pengolodh/Pengolod┃Supporting role: AElfwine┃Others: Tolkien, Silmarillion, Lord of the Rings

Prologue

Pengolod had lived for a long time on Tor Eressia, the ever-smooth isolated island of the home of the elves.In this deep and peaceful atmosphere, the elves living on the island were wasting their long lives. However, the news brought by the messenger who just rushed into the transcription hall was obviously so urgent that he didn't wait to catch his breath after rushing. With one breath, I couldn't help but spit it out quickly.

After the messenger had recovered his breath, Pengolod put down his pen and asked for clarification: "You are telling me that a mortal sailed alone and successfully broke through the ban of the Valar, and reached this coast, even to the The docks of Avaloni?"

The messenger nodded, and his voice was a bit harsh when he added: "And no one understands what he said, not a single word, so we plan to hand him over to you. You are a scholar; your profession is all kinds of languages. People Everyone knows that you have learned the dialects of mortals, even dwarves!"

"Yes, I have learned it, it was in Central Continent, but it was all a few epochs ago—"

"You were apprenticed to Rumir of Tirian, and you lived for a while in Númenor! If anyone could understand him, my lord, it would be you. Lords will soon send him Come here." Seeing that the slim scholar froze in surprise, the messenger hurriedly said, "My lord, I am quite sure that they will not send any dangerous people to see you. Then I will... I will tell you Are you waiting?" He stopped talking.

Pengolod wiped the pen carefully with blotting paper.Ever since the messenger found him in the transcription office, his expression had been soft and a little sad; when he looked up, his eyes flashed with nostalgia. "Don't say I'm 'waiting'. I've been waiting for this moment, far longer than you or the lords can imagine. Tell them I'm ready."

The messenger was speechless.He bowed (he forgot to salute when he entered) and went out.After he hurried away, Pengolod left the large transcription hall and entered the study on the side.The study room belonged to him, and it was furnished like an elf scholar: there was a tall desk and a flat workbench.As he waited, he played with some objects on the workbench, trying to control the flood of memories that flooded him.He reached out and picked out a coin from a bowl of coins.Cast on the bronze disc was the likeness of a long-dead king and the name of a proud nation sunk into the sea.Flipping over the coin, he thought of the king and his mortal subjects.Some of them were friends with him, some were against him, and one of them gave him this handful of coins—that was the last time he would talk to mortals in this life.

It turns out that the courier came to Pengolod far faster than the mortal no one understood.Thus, Pengolod had ample time to recall those mortals he knew.His thoughts drifted back to the eons ago, the summer he had spent in a mortal town, Romenna, and the questions he had left with him.

Signboard: an open book

When Pengolod left Middle-earth forever, and the wars there, the Elven ships did not stop all the way.For just a month's voyage from the Gray Havens there is a fair place to call at—Romena, the great port of Númenor.After a month's voyage, even the passengers of the elf ship are eager to get away from the choppy sea and take a rest.

One sunny morning, Pengolod's ship sailed into Romenna Fjord.Everyone was on the gray deck, looking at the yellow stone cliffs carved by the sea and overhanging trees on both sides, and looking at the large ships that also sailed in the fjords-some of them even dwarfed the elf ship.Pengolod identified the flag of the ship for his traveling companions: "The one over there? It is a Númenorian warship, belonging to the lord of Harrostar. The larger one behind it? It is also a Númenoran ship. Warships, the banners of the Crown Prince 'Shipbuilder' Qiryatan, and the banner of King Tar-Minastir himself on the rear one." As each ship passed, the elven crew members raised their hands silently. On the decks of those ships, there seemed to be good-for-nothing people coming out to watch, but the elves maintained a serious and solemn demeanor.The great mortal ships made great waves as they passed, but the hulls of the elves' ships, protected by the sea, hardly swayed.

Pengolod remembered a time when Númenor had few ships.In fact, it took the Númenóreans 600 years to learn the art of seafaring enough to reach Middle-earth.Now, after the thousand and fourteenth year, they had innumerable ships, the largest of which carried enough sailors to form a village.Those tall ships testified that, though the mortals of the Land of the Gift had lately been at war with Sauron, their kingdom still flourished.Now, in terms of ships and learning, the mortals of Númenor are equal to the Elves; in terms of strength and power, they have surpassed the Elves.That, Pengolod thought sadly and bitterly, the elf would not argue with.

In the past five years, in the blink of an eye, Zhongzhou has changed beyond recognition.Sauron utterly destroyed the old order.The elven kingdom of Eregion has been destroyed.Gil-galad, who was regarded as the king by many elves, sent his deputy to try to help, but it was in vain.Instead, Elrond's army and a few refugees were besieged for years, isolated in the wilderness of Eriador.Even Gil-Galad was attacked, and the people of Lindon resisted, and it was the great fleet of the Númenoreans who came to the aid of the Elves and drove back the host of Sauron.

Now that the war had subsided, many elves left all the sorrows of Middle-earth and sailed away, crossing the sea to the home of the elves.Being elves, they had a hundred reasons to leave.It is said that the Isle of Tor Eresia was far more suited to the immortal soul of the Elves than Middle-earth.There will also be spring, summer, and autumn there, but only a very short cool winter.Rumors also say that Maya and even Vera will visit out of love for the elves.Almost no one who went to Tor Eressia turned back, which proves that it is no different from the legendary homeland.But some elves only regard Central Continent as their homeland, and beautiful legends cannot alleviate the pain of leaving.Pengolod's eyesight was good enough to go to war as an archer; and he stood in the stern when they set sail, and looked out over Middle-earth till even his eyes could not see the mortal shores.

Now, Pengolod stood at the bow, eager to capture every new sight of Númenor.In the past, he was obsessed with Central Continent, and he had never been here by boat, but this place has an inexplicable quality, which seems to add luster to all things.He had seen huge warships sail into Gray Haven, where they were too big, even too gaudy, but here, they fit the bill.