Tianwen·Magweth Pengolodh

The inscription above the gate couldn't help but smile.All I had to say was the usual word, "friend."I said that word and the door opened automatically.This magic door is the handicraft of Navi, and his signature is on the door.I complimented him.After we entered, the door was tightly closed, not even a ray of light could penetrate.In this way, my sojourn life in the deep underground began.

We walked along paths, steps, and mineshafts, all lit up with tin lanterns.Navi told me how he befriended the elves.The elves of Eregion, rich in gemstones and fanatical about crafts, began to trade unusually with the Khazads.I could tell from his words that the dwarves of Khazad-dum were the most confident and wealthy of their race.What they thought at first was a good business relationship, but it soon turned into a good cooperation and friendship.

Naviel was a jeweler and merchant whose ancestors had been in the same trade for ages beyond memory.His role among his people was that of a vigorous expedition captain.The elf lord Celebrimbor had lived in his house, strange to say, but he and Navier had indeed become close friends. "Once upon a time, I thought he was astonishingly old, I mean Celebrimbor. Now that I'm married and have kids, and I choose where my bones are buried, my friend looks younger, still Life is as easy as ever. His stability and firmness are all infused with Shi Yi. Come! It's at my door. Go in, it's time to entertain guests."

This is the dwelling of the dwarves.Hewn out of natural rock, Na'vi's hall was as long as a raceboat, with a ceiling big enough to accommodate normal masts and sails.In the center of the hall was a huge hearth, with a tall stone seat on each side, and on one of them sat another dwarf.Even from where I stood I could see that the man was glittering with gold all over him, in a gown of brocaded satin and chains of necklaces beneath his beard.I guess this is Navi's father, young by dwarven standards.

The noble dwarf got up and said a few words in Dwarvish to greet Na'vi, gesticulating smoothly.Navi knelt in respect, then motioned me forward, as if to introduce me.He shows the pearls.Then, the two moved closer, their noses touched, and they kissed each other.

I was wrong.This is Navi's wife!

From an alcove sprang several smaller dwarves, lined up solemnly.Navi greeted and kissed each of them in turn, and gave each of them a pearl.They grew cheerful, and that was the first sign I noticed, which, along with their short beards, showed that they were dwarf children, the oldest being as big as the youngest among you.

The notion that women and children grow beards was an instant sensation.In a moment all the boys agreed that this was the most unfair thing in all Arda they had ever heard in their lives, and that they wished they had been born with beards instead of waiting for them to grow.The tallest boy told them all to shut up and asked Pengolod to continue.

Navi introduced them all to me.His wife gave me a slice of bread and a drinking horn with great ceremony.I am now their guest.

The dwarven language I learned at Navi's house was slow, long, and deep.They claim that the language has not changed since the first dwarves spoke it.They insisted on this very much, even to the point of not inventing new words to express new things, but stringing together existing words.The repetitive syllables of the language echo the repetitive nature of the dwarves' lives in the heart of the mountain.Although I've lived over 2000 years and have begun to feel the burden of time, I feel young there because the dwarves have lived in exactly the same way for five times my age.

Many of the dwarves he knew had never seen the light of the sun and were content.We got a taste of it during the first two months of my sojourn, when I taught the language of the Navi and some other dwarven birds.It also involves finding and teaching the birds, so we roam the high mountains.As soon as the dwarves learned to talk to the ravens, they asked the ravens if they could bring news of trade to other places where the dwarves had settled—typical dwarven practice.

After teaching, Navi was convinced that our agreement was good, and took me to a deeper place.We walked through furnaces and mines, and through the mighty halls of Khazad-dum, with its rocky vaults as high as the sky itself, and its lanterns like countless stars.

"But what about Treasure?" Ah Tang asked, and the other children echoed, "Yes, Treasure."

"Their treasure is like your Romenna's fish. It comes from where they live, and it is everywhere. I have seen the fiery cauldrons they use to melt mithril ore, and I have seen mountains of secrets waiting to be processed. Silver, and the fine things they made of it. There was a cave in which steel was stored, and another of the same size, where gold was stored. It was the property of their king; and his name was Durin in those days. The dwarves thought, Their first leader would keep being reborn, and each time they thought it happened again, the ruler took the name Durin. Durin wore a magnificent chain mail of mithril, reaching to his knees, and a golden helmet and there was such a strange wisdom in his eyes that I could not help fancying that their faith might be true. Standing beside him was the son of Durin, not yet of age, also clad in armor of mithril. Standing beside him were the six wise men of the kingdom. Around the granite throne, each is a highly skilled blacksmith or craftsman, with old white beards.

"But they have always adhered to the ancient custom of speaking Elvish to the elves, even the name of their own people-Naug, which has a pejorative meaning, meaning 'stunted ones'. The most magnificent I have walked I could hear them speaking Dwarvish from afar in the halls of my home, but near me they either fell silent or switched to a less secret language. So, in the end I was actually at the Na'vi house, from the children of Na'vi They have learned most of their dwarves from them. They haven't quite settled into the stereotypes of their elders. Demonstrating words to me and making me repeat them until I utter the proper grunt is no different in their serious minds. Navi's wife supervised them, and it was often a child who went to her first before confiding something to me. They taught me Iglishmêk, the sign language of the dwarves.

"I noticed that Navi's wife never went out, even when Navi was away for a while. When I had learned enough of the language, I asked her why she didn't go out by herself, and she replied that women go out after giving birth. It's their custom not to leave the house. I'm not in a position to criticize anything, so I don't. Over time, I understand better; she's less like a prisoner, and more like a queen in her private sphere. All Visiting male dwarves respect her as a role model for women. She receives visits from unmarried female dwarves, often exchanges letters carved on stone tablets with other women who 'rule' her halls, and pays homage to Auli for the whole family. the spell—the last of which required no males of either race to be present. She took her daughters away once, while I was living there, to a gathering of women. During the three days the women were out roaming, Na Vivi, his son, and I had to stay at home, and the mysteries were never explained to me. Her life as a dwarf lady was of privilege and spiritual importance, but I could understand why some dwarves Want to escape this kind of life, refused to get married.

"The dwarves got used to my presence, but when I ended my sojourn I felt I had stayed too long. Life became tiresome, eating the same dry bread, saying the same things to the dwarves I met over and over again. I yearned for sunshine and free air. Learning that language and living such a strange life was the greatest challenge of my life as a scholar, but although the dwarves made me swear not to reveal much of what I learned, I'm still thankful that I've been through it. When I returned, I was free to impart enough knowledge to overjoy Rambeingmo.

"I have written a thin book of my sojourn experience and the new knowledge I have learned. I should make good copies of it and send it to some of the people of Eregion, and to Na'vi himself. But I returned to Eri By the time of Ji'an, it was too late. Na'vi's remains had already been buried in their long-term home in the foundation of the mountain. His heir remembered me, and I gave his son the book that was intended for Na'vi. The The dwarf married early and never took the time to form deep friendships with the elves as Navi did. He lived in his father's house, where another female dwarf was honored by the hearth, and he proudly told me Assured, all is as it was, and nothing has changed. I feel so, and it chills me. I did not linger, but returned to Eregion."

Atang's question broke Kazadum's spell: "What happened next?"

"I went to visit my friends who lived in Eregion. But I did not stay as long as I wished. For there was almost war in Eregion when I was there."

As soon as the word "war" was heard, the youngest child hugged the elder sister who was taking care of him next to him and started crying.The boys complained impatiently, and the kid's sister slapped him and said, "Shut up! I want to hear what's going on! He just doesn't like to hear about the Great War because our father went off to serve in the army. "

Pengolod bent down, faced the little boy and said, "Shhh