Tianwen·Magweth Pengolodh

of Pengolod.I was Gil-Galad's confidant during the Great War.I am a man who seldom forgets, least of all the man who commanded the army to break the siege of Imladris.A star shines on the moment we meet. "

Kirjatan nodded. "She's stunning, isn't she?" he said, pointing to a nearby boat. "I can't wait to set sail on her. Though I've traveled the world, Rom The boats Na made were unique, and so were the beauties you see on the docks here. But perhaps you, being an elf, are used to more beautiful people?" There was a sly tone in his last words.

Pengolod dared to bet his pen that Cirjatan saw the scene just now.

The scholar took a step back: "My lord, I do not know very well about ships. I was on a journey, and my destination was Tor Eressia, but I realized what you said: Romenna is unique. Mei, I would like to stay here and get to know your people. I confess, I have been through the siege of Imladris, and I am a fan of feasting. Memories of starvation during the siege still sting me from time to time. Tonight Such a rich food is really impressive.”

Qiryatan chuckled softly: "Since an elf came to a mortal banquet and praised the food, the situation in Middle-earth is indeed changing. I still remember 30 years ago, when I first sat in Gil-Gar The experience at Ladd's seat. Having that experience, and then seeing you do a great job tonight for the burlesque troupe that entertained Ossie...Of course, I hope you're not offended." Kiljatan finished There was another chuckle at that, as if he found what happened somehow satisfying.

Pengolod gave a fleeting smile: "On the contrary, I think it was a good show. They are allusions to your history, Tar-Aldarion courting his bride Erendis That part, it was fantastic. On the whole, they exaggerated a bit, but of course, it was for humor." He pointed to the nearby boats, "Like, they said they were going to war so that they could use the treasure Fill the hold of your new ship."

The lips under Qiryatan's beard curled up, seemingly smiling, but his fists under his sleeves were clenched tightly. "In my opinion, those actors are not my favorite form of entertainment. Their absurd jokes often lead to unfounded rumours, and they are spread. I don't want visitors like you to draw the wrong conclusions. I am sure, you are right. Our impression will change. Now, I must return to the table. Navaer, Pengolod of Lyndon." Pengolod said the same farewell words and bowed, but Kirya Tan did not return the same courtesy.

Pengolod remained at the docks for a while longer.He scolded himself for being so reckless in the face of Kirjatan's strange complacency.Resigned to his fate, he returned to the ship's hall, to the table where Alfwine had been seated again, and everyone asked the same question: Is our elven visitor happy?Pengolod said yes, thinking that in the future he would be happier when he recalled this banquet and told it as a story.He wished someone would clean up the bits of meat and shells that were strewn about.

The only one who feels the same seems to be Alfwine.He leaned in and said, "Tang discovered the beer, and tomorrow he'll discover the aftermath of his first hangover. I've got to take him home. You can stay and dance until morning if you want."

Pengolod breathed a sigh of relief: "No, I will go with you. This banquet is really rich and colorful, and I have experienced enough." This is easier said than done.It took them as much work to get out as it did to get in.In addition, several businessmen seized the opportunity to take away their apprentices.In response, there were indulgent jokes back and forth, showing that such boyish mischief was no accident at such a party.

Finally, the two were free, supporting Alfwine's wobbly apprentice on the left and the right.Alfwine said, "You've been away for a long time. The clowns picked you out and dragged you out. Are you okay?"

"Ah, actually," Pengolod was about to say, but stopped again, and then lowered his voice, "Someone is following us." He didn't add "again", but turned around vigilantly.

"Sorry, gentlemen, sorry! We're just going with you, back to Kingstown." It was another woman, a stocky workwoman with a wide mouth and a rather alert gait.In contrast, Rosenzil beside her looked reserved and dignified.

"Pudani, they are on my way," Pengolod heard her whisper to her friend. "They are not bad people."

"Yes, we met you at the banquet before. With your male companion?" Alfwine said.

"Oh, he's not my man," said Rosenzier.

Putani slammed her fist into her palm: "That's right, when my brothers and sisters get rid of him tomorrow morning, he won't be anyone's male companion. He can only go to the west bank by sea, if Still want to find-"

"Pudani! These two are gentlemen, that fool is not," said Rosenzier.Pengolod saw her stroking one wrist nervously.There was a deep bruise around the wrist she was rubbing, as if she had been dragged unwillingly. "So, I'm going home."

Alfwine and Pengolod spoke at the same time, assuring her that they would be more than willing to go with her.Pudani snorted, but when Rosenzil decided to go with them, she said to them: "If my friend is not at home later, I will send my men to fix you and make your feet follow yours. This handwriting lame is the same." She gave a big smile and added, "Good night!"

Rosenzil was left with the three men, and she walked several streets without saying a word, obviously embarrassed by what her friend had leaked.Finally, she murmured: "I'm honored that you decent people are willing to take such a big effort."

Alfwine and Pengolod protested again hastily. "You're a respectable person, too. If you weren't, Ezelan wouldn't have sold you the business," said Alfwine.

"Oh, no. I am not. My family is not even pure-blooded from Númenor, and my mother's family is born of mud."

Alfwine immediately explained: "Ah, ahem, Middle-earth is between earth and water, so we call it muddy land everyday." He added to Rosenzier, "I'm like you , so did my grandfather."

Losingzil looked surprised. "Really? Where did those people in your family come from?"

"Linton Sound."

Losinziel went down again, melancholy: "That is hardly different from Númenor's birth. My family comes from the islands south of Harad."

"Isles south of Harald?" asked Pengolod. "Isles where Fastito Kalon cruises?"

"Exactly. My mother's mother is from there. She told us many stories. There is a big turtle named 'Fastito Kalon' by the sailors here. There is a big tree full of sweet juice. Nuts, and lots of whales. But I was born here," she said firmly.

"I was born in one place, but the funny thing is, I always say I'm from another place," Pengolods said.

Alfwine nodded: "That must be your elven city of Gondolin." Pengolod admitted.

"Is it near Linton?" asked Rosenzier.

"It was never near Lyndon," Pengolod replied.

"Perhaps, you could tell us about it as you walk?" asked Alfwine. "You've mentioned it many times, but I hardly know that place myself, except that you call it the most beautiful place. , most spectacular city. You owe us this story for a long time!"

Pengolod would love to hear more stories from Rosenzil about her grandmother's home islands.He hoped his story would help prepare her, so he told it.

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I just said that it's funny how a person can live in one place for years and still say they're from a completely different place.I lived in Lindon during this Era, which is most of the Second Era.I have not lived in Gondolin for a quarter of my life, and Gondolin is no more; but if you ask me where I come from, I will tell you without hesitation, I am from Gondolin .A blissful time spent in a beautiful place is the way it can leave a mark on us for a lifetime.If you will listen patiently, I will tell you the story of that city.

Gondolin was the greatest elven city that ever existed in Middle-earth.It was modeled after the city on another hill, that of Tirian on the top of Tuna, beyond the sea.Many of us moved to live in the hidden valley of Gondolin by the order of Turgon the Elven King, because it was safer there than the old kingdom.Surrounded by the mountains of Nevrast on the coast, I left Nevrast with the last group of caravans and went to Gondolin. I walked for two months on the road.

That trip almost drove me crazy with anxiety.I am in charge of our most precious books and scrolls, as well as my teacher Rumir.Rumir had been crippled by Orcs, and it was a pain to travel with him.He should have ridden slowly, but he ignored the advice.In order to enjoy the scenery, he will gallop up the high slope or hill at a fast speed, and amuse us with interesting anecdotes