Tianwen·Magweth Pengolodh

Desire.

When Eärendil finished speaking, there was a burst of jubilation in the crowd, but Eonwë spoke on.He told us that the doom had been lifted (which elicited almost frantic cheers) and that any elf if he wanted could travel again to Aman and live on the island of Tor Eresia (the news won even greater Cheers and more talk).He went on to say that those valiant mortals who sought to flee from the darkness now had their wish, and that Númenor, the great and safe island between Aman and Middle-earth, awaited them and would be their kingdom and home, where they Will enjoy long life, health and good luck.This elicited another huge cheer.In the end, he declared that it took only one more thing to deal with and all the confusion would be settled. "Elros and Elrond, please come out!" They came out, Elros was bold, Elrond hesitated, and those who followed them crowded in front of the crowd worriedly. "The choice given to your father and mother will also be given to you. Choose your destiny: to be an elf or a mortal?"

Elros came back to his senses first: "Do we have to choose now?"

The handsome Eonwe remained unmoved: "Yes."

The brothers came together and talked privately for a few minutes, glancing around from time to time.Everyone also began to discuss their own fate.Finally, Elros raised the big horn that he carried with him and blew it, and Elrond raised the banner held by Maedhros as the standard bearer, and waved it vigorously.When the attention of the crowd was once again drawn, Elros cried out: "I choose to be mortal, so that I may truly take the fair-haired Viduumavi as my bride!" The samurai ran to him, weeping with joy, and they embraced in full view.The mortals began to chant noisily, repeating the name of Elros, and in that fervent moment many Elves began to chant with them.Once again Elrond raised the banner, but the crowd could not be completely silenced, though I did hear him say: "I chose to be Elves; Elros chose out of love for mortals, and I so Chosen because of love for the Eldar."

Someone who didn't understand what he said asked in a low voice, but Eonwe raised a radiant hand and drowned out the noise when he spoke: "Eros, your choice is made, and your bride is too. It is settled that you and your future descendants will be mortal. Elrond, your choice is also determined, but your bride has not yet been determined, so your descendants will also face your choice. It is so determined! "

These visitors from the firmament remained for the feast that night, and Eärendil and his sons sat discreetly at the honored table to deal with the stream of well-wishers and curious ones.Elros would soon be a king, and he was already acting like one.I walk around and talk to a lot of people.More elves want to stay in Middle-earth than I expected, and they all have their own reasons.The nobles of the Isle of Balar remained--Cirdan who loved the Mortal Shores, and the noble survivors of Doriath, Celeborn and Galadriel, Orofer and his son Thran dui.Celebrimbor, last heir of the sons of Fëanor, did not make up his mind until the dreadful things that happened a few days later.Maedhros and Maglor seem to be planning to delay the decision.Perhaps they really wanted to hold off until after a debate between the two, after which they stole the remaining two Silmarils and met their doom.After that, Celebrimbor took over the leadersless men of Maedhros and Maglor, many of whom had reasons not to return to Aman, where the shores had been stained with elven blood. .Fierce and haughty, Celebrimbor had no political ambitions at the time, and he swore allegiance to Gil-Gallard a week after his coronation.

But those were all later.I decided that night what I was going to do.In the span of only eighty years, in the blink of an eye, Gondolin, where I lived so long, was destroyed, and so was our home in Sirion afterward, and the Isle of Balar became uninhabitable.Whatever comes next is bound to be a change.I could have crossed the sea then, but I had heard what others had to say and didn't want to miss the interesting times ahead.In the words of many people, Middle-earth is my homeland.At dawn the banquet was over, but by that time it had been inquired that I might have a promising post at Gil-Garrard's court.

Then there are 50 years of construction and delivery.Linton's temple was repaired, and many ships were built; a ship of elves and a ship of mortals set sail alternately.I remember the day when we elves waved to the last mortal ship that set sail, and returned to the lights of Lindon.

Thus the world was divided into three parts—Valinor, Númenor, and Middle-earth, and the three were balanced in a long peace.But you know, the peace is broken; I don't know how the balance will change as the years go by.

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Minas Tier stood up, looked down at Pengolod, and his calm demeanor disappeared: "Tal-Erroth, is he as savage as a wild man in the forest? His queen is a female warrior? Our legends, our histories, all say she is noble and beautiful." He glared, hurt like a father who learns that his well-behaved son has gone wild at a party.

Pengolod stood up too. "I think it's because your historical stories refer to her by the Elvish name she took not long after. She was indeed beautiful; I saw her with my own eyes. She too Noble—by the standards of the time. No mortal has strictly kept a detailed family tree since the War of Tears."

"Even so, I heard that Elros painted his face and yelled for war, this kind of thing..." Minas Tier shook his head, as if trying to drive that image out of his mind, " Yet he was brought up by your people—he had you as examples. You elves were never so obsessed with war."

"We are not, but Elros is not an elf." Pengolod himself felt a little uncomfortable, "Whether in war or peace, he was the greatest mortal of his time, and he deservedly won the throne. Besides, he is free of—freer than any elf ever was and ever will be."

"Except Elrond," whispered Minas Tier, "but who is free enough to care not what he loves? The one loves an elf-kind, the other a mortal. And myself, if I regain With that choice, I would choose it for love, for the love of the world. Such a rich world, with so many treasures of wisdom and art to be discovered. I feel the shackles it places on me, but I know, Iluvatar's love summons us mortals from beyond the world, and our destiny is made in that way." Minastiel let go of the back of the chair he was holding tightly just now, "Lord Pengolod, this history is very important. Instructive. Thank you for telling this story, which sheds light on elf human politics. Now that I'm leaving, I'll think about Gil-Galad and Imladris again." He turned and walked away, completely A school of dignity.

After a while, he came back and walked barefoot to the neglected shoe. "I keep forgetting my shoes," he admits, smiling slightly.He slipped his foot into his shoe, waved his hand kindly good night, and went away again.

Pengolod slumped on the book in front of him, exhausted, too weak to be annoyed at being made the arbiter of all Elven customs and fates.Besides, Minastiel's final smile made him lose his guard, and for a moment it seemed like Elros himself.Pengolod thought that Minas Tir would be a lot like Elros, if he hadn't devoted himself to living a perfect life.As he had thought earlier, the answer those philosophers sought lay in Meneltamar.Yet that answer is too simple to satisfy the astute minds of mortals in the heyday of the present day.Perhaps that answer would have been satisfying if it hadn't decisively closed the debate.Pengolod felt it himself in Númenor.The web of time had caught him, and the web was tightening.

Pengolod put the book back on the shelf, remembering his interrupted journey.All that he put off was made good by Tar-Minastir's desire.When he reaches Eressia, he can enjoy its beauty, talk to many Maia, and one day even see his lost loved ones come back to life.Had Armenelos been the only place in Númenor, he would have continued on his way long ago.But Romenna stirred her lively present with Pengolod's distant past into a potent allure.He didn't want to leave Romenna yet, and he hoped Romenna wouldn't refuse him yet.He made a decision: the last ship, he will leave on the last ship of the year.

He decided not to work that night and returned to his suite.The squire straightened up from his chair as he opened the door, blinking away sleepiness.Pengolod thought there would be no one else, so he was taken aback. "My lord, do you need anything? A change of robe? Are your shoulders feeling stiff?"

Pengolod replied bluntly: "No, please don't bother me. I will be very happy if you are willing to go. It's time for you to sleep. Go and have a good sleep and let me do things by myself."

The attendant was immediately frustrated, and quickly looked around nervously: "Okay, my lord. I'll go right away. See you in the morning." He left after speaking