Tianwen·Magweth Pengolodh

After hearing this, I was very surprised.Then, for the first time, we also hear about mortal aging.

Later, Rumir said to me: "I understand why Turgon took them in. It's the same reason I took apprentices in the past, it's the youthful vitality of young people. The young people here are the same, they all grow up like this , never sees that quality again. Turgon never had a son, you know."

"That's true," I said, "but he has his sister's son, Maeglin." Of course, you all know the story of Maeglin.Maeglin came late that day and said nothing; his arrogance to the two mortals cooled the zeal of flattery in some.Because Maeglin has power, and although it is not likable, it has its own charm.He was tall, black-haired and black-eyed but handsome, and notoriously strong-willed himself; he and Hurin weighed each other, testing each other's depths.It was like the collision of gray flint and black iron sparks, both sides remained motionless, only slightly injured by the confrontation.

Rumir shook his head: "When Maeglin came to us, he was already an adult elf. His father's crimes and his mother's death cast a tragic shadow on him. Destined to be. But who knows who these mortals are and what they can become? They have not only the infinite potential of young people, but also the infinite possibilities of a new race. Maybe they have never felt the shadow Dark influences that fell, never knew the curses of the radiant Valar. Turgon would have loved them."

In two months, as he said, we were all used to seeing them sitting at the king's table with Turgon's favourites.When they ate, one person was worth two warriors.The simple clothes they loved to wear became fashionable.They marveled at Gondolin, and we felt our city was fresh and beautiful again.Turgon himself led them to our graceful contests, and taught them to gallop over the fields of Tumladen.It is said that Turgon also took them to his councils.I've never seen them in the council hall.That must have happened at times of apparent recreation.We felt that these two young men, who were fleeting and full of energy, were as dazzling as gold plating.However, they are also strangers; sometimes it is easier to have confidence in such people.

They were young and fearful, and carried out Turgon's advice as a decree, and so they came to the library where I spent my days, and learned to read and write several runes.In that time many Elves and many Mortals were illiterate, though the people of Turgon had acquired the custom of literacy.Young Huo was especially happy in the library, marveling at the illustrated pages of many of our works.I noticed that Hurin was not as attached to these things as Huor.He takes what he needs to learn from it, and he turns the page.

When I overheard the two brothers conversing in their own language, it felt like they hadn't been here for long, just a year.I had learned that language by then.They taught it to us academics because we value all languages ​​and learn them quickly.They might not know how much I can understand, or think it's impossible for me to hear from where I'm sitting.King and all the nobles here, if they were alive, I would be ashamed of my unintentional eavesdropping, but they are all dead, and only their words live in my memory, so that I can now say You repeat.

As soon as I heard what Huo was saying, I paid attention.He sighed deeply and said to his brother, "I think you're right, we have to go."

"Don't get me wrong. I will miss the good life here, probably more than you, because I have spent more years eating that kind of acorn porridge full of bugs than you have." Hu Lin closed the book he was reading "This book doesn't even mention how to leave this city." He began to flip through another tome.

Huor watched his brother turn the pages of the book for a while: "If we send a message to Turgon's kindred, will he let us go?"

Húrin snorted, "I am not just going to deliver his message. He asked us if mortals would go to war against Morgoth if there was going to be a great war. He didn't ask us if we would go to war ourselves. We have our own kin and allies—if only he would allow us to go back and exercise our rights." He licked his fingers, and turned the page. "That is what we should do, not hunt and fight with blunt knives. If Turgon I got a way to return to Valinor alone. Will he accept it and leave his people to suffer? Our people are still suffering, and men can’t stay here. And, when it’s time for you to start a family, Or when you're wrinkled and old-fashioned, it's not so much fun to sit in their VIP table and wait for the ladies to chat with you."

Huo looked around the library sadly.Hu Lin was concentrating on reading his book and didn't notice it, but he did hear what his brother said.Hu Ao's tone was lighter than his expression: "You said that because you are short."

"I'll be short at home back in Brethil, and you'll be taller than I am. And we'll still sit at the head table, but as heirs to lords, not strange beings; we And we can once again hold the sword to protect our homeland and people.”

Huo was still a little perplexed: "Do you think Turgon will let us bring some gifts from here to our loved ones?"

Hu Lin raised his head, grinned, and patted his brother affectionately.They put away those tomes and left, and I heard nothing else.

It is known that Húrin begged Turgon to go away with earnest and tactful words, and Turgon set them free on condition that they should be sworn to secrecy.Soon the eagle came to the tower again, and carried them away, again flying low over the city.By then we had become familiar with the voices of young humans, and we heard their farewell cries.

Húrin and Huor have left us, but their influence has not.They leave behind a wholesome restlessness.The Hidden City did not show itself, but began to look out from its hiding place.It was at this time that Turgon sent sailors in an attempt to find the Valar, and pleaded mercy for both kinsmen, elves and mortals.A succession of messages was sent by the Eagle and discreet messengers, to Cirdan the Shipwright, to the other Kings and Lords, and to the sons of Fëanor.We heard the deeds of Beren and Lúthien, who won a Silmaril from the clutches of Morgoth, after which the eldest son of Fëanor announced his plans to form a great alliance.

Turgon called a great council and communicated this.Maedhros endeavored to unite all the talking races, mortals, dwarves, and elves, and then use this combined army to launch a mighty attack on Morgoth to defeat him once and for all.The debate was pretty heated because we hadn't been involved in a war for over 300 years.Prince Maeglin, however, broke his usual silence and showed his fiery ferocity.He told the tales of the Dwarves he had heard in his boyhood, and of the evil that haunted the forests of Middle-earth.And the rest of the people also remembered Hurin and Huor.When the council was over, the order was given: Gondolin will go to war, and if victorious, our city need not remain hidden.

I have heard very little of the subsequent councils of Turgon's councils.I was too busy learning how to fight with a team of archers to look around.It was undoubtedly a tough and serious year, and it flew by so quickly.In order to keep the Hidden City hidden, our ten thousand soldiers went out slowly in small groups, preparing to march north for a week to join the coalition forces at the Fountain of Athel Sirion.We assembled in two weeks and marched north in 12 men, proud of our country's military strength.We marched to the field between Hithlum's End and Thangorodrim Head, and joined the armies of the other parties.Turgon's trumpets sounded, and our host was greeted with great joy.However, we have only increased their military strength by one-fifth.Yes, more than 6 people gathered there to prepare for battle, and quite a few of them were mortals, including the clansmen of Hares and Beor, those from the East, the team of the ugly Drew Eden, and Dole Luo Ming's human beings - Hu Lin's people.He and his brother were there, leading their clan just as Merely had planned all those years ago.

Under the bright sun, the colorful flags, leather shields raised by tall poles, and dwarven pure steel all shone brightly.Such glory was like a seething tide, waiting to pounce upon the high walls of Thangorodrim, that rocky fortress dark and filthy, giving off steam like the breath of stoic evil.

We had a waiting game there, with each side waiting for the other to be the first to give up and make a move.In the end it was Morgoth who prevailed, and he succeeded in prodding the Elves there with a captive from Nargothrond.There was a din of mournful roars, and the battle broke out.What a mess!Turgon and his nephew led our hosts in a mighty phalanx, and fought their way through the Orcs to join Fingon, Turgon's brother, and Hurin, their common ally.They stood on a hill, and we archers stood in a circle to guard them, so we heard their counsel and plans.

Hu Lin ignited a mortal fighting spirit, and he laughed ferociously: "It seems that we can avenge countless people today! Look at those Orc cubs who are fleeing!" However, while he was speaking, An