Tianwen·Magweth Pengolodh

Beside his son, raised a hand to sign to Pengolod: "Master Elf! I have never had the honor to introduce my son to you—Crown Prince Cirjatan."

"Father, I have already met him in Romenna." Qiryatan pointed out coldly.He nodded to Pengolod. "It's a pleasure to meet you, my lord elf. It's amazing that you're still here."

Minas Tier frowned: "If you joined Ruletari, you wouldn't be so surprised."

"Romena also had a celebration, and a group of soldiers came back at that time. Fortunately, I was there to meet them and lead the ceremony in the city that day. Forgive me, I will accompany my mother to the table." The queen has arrived .When she saw Qiryatan, she yelled happily, and when she saw her son returning to her face in health, she was even more radiant.When they embraced, Cirjatan's hair appeared only a shade darker than his mother's.There was no objection in the hall when he took his seat beside the Queen, and the lovely Laurinque sat down beside him with seeming dignity.Pengolod watched Ciryatan deal with it happily, and felt a heavy stomach.

The meal, while simpler than the feasts of previous nights, still included five courses.One of the hallmarks of simplicity is the oily chili sauce, the same that Romenna's family eats, even at the mince pie stand.Here, a portion is served to everyone, served in carved bowls of silver or hard amber, which Pengolod reckons is a noble way to serve the sauce.The one in front of him was wasted because he had given up trying to taste it.He restrained his curiosity about this spicy seasoning, and planned to ask Alfwine after returning home.Minastir sat beside him, but was discussing the news from Middle-earth with his son across the table.

As if touched by his thoughts, Minas Tier suddenly turned around, which surprised him.The king asked: "What do you think, Pengolod? Is it wise to support Jill-Galad's new outpost Imladris? Or should we send to Vinyamar's The port aids him?"

"Your Majesty, I don't know. I haven't been to Imladris since the Great War, and I haven't heard of Gil-Galad's plans for it." Pengolod can find out if he wants Yes, but he's not interested.

"There is no need to be humble, you have more say than any staff who did not participate in the war. How do you think about it?" Minas Tier asked.

"Your Majesty, I must object. In the past, I did make some suggestions to our king based on my knowledge and what I saw during my travels. But when I went westward, I stopped serving Gil-Galard, and Don’t worry about the affairs of Central Continent anymore.”

Ciryatan broke a piece of bread in half and dipped it in his plate of chili sauce: "Then what are you doing in Númenor?"

"Cirjatan!" Minas Tier broke in. "What our guests say is that you and I will do good. Let's talk about what we all think is right. Pengolod, we have dinner tonight. No bard was arranged later, so I ask you to tell us a story now, so that all the nobles here can learn wisdom and respect for the ancient times."

Everyone at the table turned their heads to see how Qiryatan responded to such a reprimand.Calmly he finished his bread, cleared his throat and said, "Please tell, my father was right. A story brightens a feast. We welcome all wisdom from our esteemed allies."

Facing a choice, Cirjatan showed his loyalty to his father without blinking an eye, and regarded hot sauce as sweet soup, both of which left a deep impression on Pengolod.He wanted to ease the atmosphere, so he asked, "Crown Prince Qiryatan, what kind of stories do you like? I can tell you what you want to hear."

"A bloody battle, or a story about the sea," replied the Crown Prince.The queen sighed unabashedly, causing some of the nobles to chuckle.

Said Pengolod: "Personally I love such stories, and we elves respect our allies as much. Perhaps you will hear the story of a mortal hero who, like you and your armies, saved my Clan. His name is—was—Hurin Salion."

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The story takes place in ancient times, during the heyday of Gondolin, the hidden city of the Elves.When I lived in Gondolin, I was scholar and scribe, and I was frequent at the court of our king Turgon.You say that elves live forever, but there are good and bad lives for elves.During the period I mentioned, our cities had stabilized, and our metallurgy and animal husbandry, our artists and craftsmen, had reached a level we never surpassed.Our spirits are high too, our people are not yet afraid.For hundreds of years we have avoided war and casualties, and that changed between the two times I saw Hurin—the first, and the last.

It was the Eagle who announced Hurin's coming.

Turgon our king had a tower, and it was the highest place in the city, and no one could go up it but him—like your Meneltamar in a way, for he sometimes fought with Manwë there. To speak with the great eagle of the Lord, and to learn of our peoples who live in the land beyond Gondolin.One sunny morning in spring, the eagle flew over the city, swooping ever lower, its wings casting shadows on the roofs, and singing as it flew.People in the street whispered as they passed over the stone tiles, wondering if we heard another cry among the hawks.

By noon the eagles were gone, circling up to their beloved heights.Whatever news they brought, Turgon remained in his tower till mid-afternoon.He was not alone when he came down, there were two strange teenagers with him.A messenger came to summon the scholars who were present in Turgon's council, including my master Rumir, and bade me go with him. "Come, Pengolod. I've heard rumors of it. These two newcomers come on the backs of great eagles, and any member of Rambeingmo would be tempted to trade their tongues A chance to talk. Either they are Maia, the eagle spirit who took the form of a young man, or the legendary Atani."

mortal!You Númenóreans have shown me many wonders that I dare not hope, but that year--when mortals were still young on the earth, and five generations from your fathers--we the Eldar , you are true miracles in yourselves.We were thrilled by the prospect, not even of meeting a Maia.We all smiled wistfully as we set off to meet the two newcomers.

As soon as we meet them, we immediately understand where the rumor that they are the embodiment of the eagle spirit comes from-it comes from Hurin's fierce eyes.His eyes glowed under fierce brows, his face was hard and sharp, and his hair was tea-blond like eagle feathers in the sun.To our great astonishment, he had a thin mustache on his upper lip, slightly turned up at the ends, and a short beard on his chin.All the stories don't say Hurin is tall.His younger brother Huo was six years younger than him, and he was still a child in appearance and manner, but he was already taller than him.Yet Hurin had the physique of a strong warrior, and the manliness and energy condensed in that pair of bones rivaled those of a warrior two feet taller than him.Looking at the crowd of elves watching, he couldn't help frowning.

But that's only for a moment.Hu Lin then smiled, and then laughed, the joy was beyond words.He said to Turgon: "Those stone walls aside, I feel this is home - and your girl is as pretty as my favorite girl back home. We called her 'Elf Brilliance,' and now I see why now." He spoke in pure Sindarin, which he had learned in childhood.

"Brother, they are actually more beautiful." Hu Ao was dumbfounded.Húrin elbowed him hard and the two started talking, and that fascinated me even more, because they spoke another language, much like Elvish, but not Elvish, mortals of their own race language.

While they were muttering to each other, Turgon spoke up: "The law of the Hidden City says that no one who finds the way to leave may leave. We did not foresee any Atani coming to our city, but the two Both were brought by the eagle of Manwë; the eagle guarded us notwithstanding the curse of Mandos. They were both young and valiant, and went with a party of mortals to fight the Orcs, and were separated from the host, in danger. The Eagle thought they should be rescued, and sent them here, so that they would not perish by the sword of evil; and, the Eagle thought I would benefit from their knowledge. For their knowledge of the present Worldly knowledge, and their kindness, I invite you, my people, to welcome them to their new home." After he finished speaking, the people bowed and nodded politely.

Once or twice in the past Turgon introduced new nobles to our people.Wisdom, having learned by experience what was best, he introduced the two mortals in turn to us onlookers.My teacher Rumir was scarred, but Hurin and Huor didn't flinch when they saw him.Huor, who was more outgoing and less fierce than his brother, asked if Rumir was the only elderly elf in the city.Rumir answered: "Indeed, I am very old. But so is Turgon, and so are many others here." They heard