Tianwen·Magweth Pengolodh

It would be much better for us residents of Balal Island to join us as guides and interpreters.It was our business, he told us, not to let these newcomers perish, and if we had to hinder the kinslayers, it would be no less a task than to hold back the Orcs for them.So, we set off.

Our chief task - and that of the coming Elves of Aman - is simply to warn all good and talking races to leave Beleriand, which will soon be the battleground of the Valar.They could not tell why they had been called upon to do so, but we all did our best; and we fought many skirmishes with orcs and bandits on our way to the few remaining refuges.At that time, all the elves were united under the banner of Armageddon, which Gil-galad once again brought about.When we encountered the Sons of Fëanor again, Gil-galad managed to restrain our anger.They were as cunning as ever, for they sent Elrond son of Elwynn as messengers, much to our astonishment.We all thought he was slain when Sirion fell many years ago.Jill Gallard personally negotiated and formed a special period alliance with them.Fortunately this was done just in time for Villa's arrival.

The first sign of Vera's closeness was the changing course of the nova in the sky.Day and night, it moves eastward across the firmament, surrounded by the twilight of stars dimmer than itself.Then our horses and hounds jumped up and down for what seemed to be no reason, then stopped, flattened their ears, and remained motionless in fright.Many riders were involuntarily taken to the far south by their mounts.But even those of us on foot understood what was going on—at that moment, too, we felt the ground tremble silently under our feet, as if shaken by gigantic footsteps.The forest elves among us climbed up the tree and looked west.They said that the horizon was covered with an aurora, and mountains appeared in the sea—mountains that did not exist before.When all the birds of the land take off in great flocks and flee south, we know that the time of Armageddon is near.We also sent the old and weak, women and children to the south.Those of us who desire vengeance have formed ranks around several passes, and stand ready.There we ambushed many Orcs and Easterners fleeing the devastation of the Armageddon over the years.The Hadors took the furs of the worgs as trophies and wore them for warmth in winter.

Our vengeance has been achieved, but the great battle of the Valar, even watched from afar, is still terrifying even to the mightiest of men.At times the smoke rising from the broken lands of the north would make the day seem like night, while at other times the sky would burst into blazing auroras, and flaming meteors would fall, making the night splendor.A great storm swept across the earth, and the earth trembled more and more often, leaving huge ravines behind.The world itself is falling apart and changing its face.When the weather and conditions became more dangerous than occasional fighting, we gave up and retreated south to join our people.Over the course of a few years, other warriors and emissaries came to the same conclusion and returned in scattered groups.We live discreetly, moving frequently to avoid the ever-changing deep waters of the sea.

Tomb of Elros

One day, I woke up after an unusually violent storm, but my heart was filled with intense joy.The bouts of thunder kept me from resting, and I was supposed to be grumpy, but instead, I felt like a certain haze had been lifted from me, and I had the first undamaged day of my life.I'm not the only one who feels this way.The chorus of birds greeted the dawn in a brilliant chain of carols, and the other races nearby were equally upbeat.It seemed like it was going to be a great day, and it turned out to be.

In the morning, I experienced a wonderful premonition.At last we were found by a large group of Hador warriors, such as we had not seen for many years.Gil-Garrard called us translators in case he needed them.It was Elrond who came to deliver our orders, and we had taken it for granted by then.At first, Elrond was regarded as Gil-Galad's peer opponent for the sake of human politics, but these two men were considered young among the elves, and both of them had grown up in the chaos of war, and they became true friends .Elrond also had a brilliant scholarly mind, which had now reached full maturity.I consider myself lucky to have seen Elrond reunited with his brother Elros that morning.

It took a long time for that band of fighters to get to us, because they took in refugees along the way and grew into a huge crowd.I looked in admiration at a tall leader who strode first, wearing a wolf's fur, hanging with strings of amber, and the jaws of orcs on his spears clattered.As he came nearer, we could see, in spite of the paint on his face, that he had gray eyes and black hair, and belonged to those mortals who were as handsome as elves.A samurai strode beside him, her long golden braids coiled around her head, her face and arms painted in swirling patterns.He overtook her in no time, for he rushed forward, calling out without regard for any decorum: "Elrond! Elrond! My brother! Didn't I say, Viduumavi, that he Live! Elrond!"

Elrond's reserve evaporated like the soft morning light in the scorching sun.He cried out too, and rushed forward with the same strides, and we were all amazed when they embraced, for though the one was in silks and armor, the other in furs and oil paints, they had exactly the same features, as if Two neat transcripts of the same book.As luck would have it, these two dearest relatives were separated after a terrible battle, fought each other on the same side, and have not been reunited until now.Elros patted his brother on the back, and cried out with joy, and all his mortal companions cheered in unison.The many strangers that Elros brought fit into our group without red tape.Elros was clearly their beloved leader, and they greatly respected his opinion.

We were very happy indeed, but I was saddened to learn that these newcomers knew a mortal who had helped me long on Balar Isle, and that he had been slain.They assured me his death was a noble one, especially for such a tough old man.But I'm still sad.If he's an elf, he's only just coming of age, and he's finally on the verge of mastering certain language arts.

You'd probably think that such an amazing reunion must be the pinnacle of perfection.But something even more remarkable happened at sunset, when we were feasting and celebrating.Startled by the chirping of many birds, we looked up at the sky and then couldn't look away in amazement.A huge flock of birds was coming this way, silhouetted in the twilight against something that attracted them, something none of us had ever seen before - a star floating above the earth.The radiance would have blinded us as it approached, but we did not, for its radiance was softly diffused.Here is the Silmarillion that ascended into the sky, and the one who wore it.At last we watched with astonishment how it was carried.It was carried in a strangely shaped white ship, with a closed deck, large windows, and silver sails.Now the ship came slowly down to the land, and the light of the Silmarillion spilled from the windows and was reflected by the sails.When it landed, we saw the name Vinkilot engraved on the side of the ship—reformed, but it was the same ship in which Eärendil left our mortal shores.It's beautiful, but it's odd to see it so dizzy as if you've been drinking hard liquor.It is because of this feeling that I seldom speak of that time, not even when writing the Chronicles—who would believe such a thing?

On one side of the ship, a passage opened, the door became a gangway, and the captain and passengers of the strange ship disembarked.The passenger came out first. He looked like a tall and handsome man, but his body was covered with rainbow and aurora halos, so it was difficult to distinguish.When he spoke, the aura around him changed accordingly, and his image became clear.He is most present when he uses his voice, for he is Ionwë, Herald of Manwë.That was the first time I saw a Maia who had never turned to evil.Those Maia allied with Morgoth provoked fear and despair, whereas Eonwë's mere presence and speaking lifted our hearts. "Rejoice, peoples! The world has been delivered from the great evil: Morgoth has been vanquished and cast out of the world. Now the appointed hour has come. First, Eärendil who brought me here will tell you His fate!"

Eärendil came out from behind Eonwë, and told how he had accomplished his task.The only reason he could stand shoulder to shoulder with his passengers in glory was that he wore a silver helmet with a Silmaril set in it.He was greatly altered, dressed beautifully but strangely, mature and sublime by a strange fate.I was near Elros and Elrond, and I heard them exclaim one to the other. "That's..." began Elrond, and Elros finished what was on his mind. "Our father?" Dill cast an apologetic look, and went together to stand beside Maglor in the crowd.They were adopted by Maglor in their infancy, but Maglor did not notice their coming.Seeing the Silmarillion again, his expression was nothing but hunger