Tianwen·Magweth Pengolodh

.Ellen Maquier had just pressed Voronwe's arm to the ground when someone shouted Voronwe below.

The two children let go immediately.Wolongwei became nervous and anxious: "It's my father."

Ellen Marcher frantically picked up the shards of apples.Voronwe whispered: "I'm going down, you two be quiet until we're gone. See you soon, if I'm not unlucky." And he swung down from the attic.And his father immediately told him what news made him come back to find his son.

As a result, both of us friends followed suit with the dreadful news.Voronwe's mother was a female sailor from the people of Farath, and her ship was shipwrecked, and all the people on board were not spared.Ellen Maquier and I looked at each other in terror, while Voronwë's father explained that she had taken too many Noldor sailors for her crew because of her soft heart, and had inflamed the wrath of the sea.In those days the Sea hated the Noldor because they had attacked the Teleri the Sea-Elves.

After they were gone, we both crept down quietly, shocked to the bone.The loss of my mother evoked the most childish and primal fears, but we each reacted maturely when we left, rushing home to see if our family was safe.

This tragedy tore apart the three of us who had been together every day.Voronwe's father lost his wife, and now he is in tight control of Voronwe, making him work and teaching him skills.Woronwe silently obeyed, stupefied with grief.Ellen Marchier was hired to continue training to join the ranks of the royal warriors.In this way, I became a loner.I often think of our last carefree chat.My friends already knew what they were going to do, I didn't.

For a few weeks, I was largely ignored, minding my own business.I have already completed the compulsory homework required by Turgon in advance, and my father feels that I am not old enough to be his apprentice-in fact, my sister's fiancé is eager to impress my family, and the facts are proving He is my father's good assistant.Although I was never keen on being a rope maker, it irritated me, so I was busy hanging around, delivering letters, and earning a little money.However, I didn't know that much about the news that was about to determine my future.Just thinking about the announcement from the king himself is important enough.

This proclamation was issued after the third battle—the Battle of Glory to inspire people's hearts.Turgon's host joined Fingolfin High King in that battle.The war against the Orcs was certainly won, but some of our own elves were lost or lost.However, one of them returned, and he was still very important - Tirion's scholar Rumir.Officially, he was taken captive and forced into slavery in the lands of Morgoth, but by patience and skillful learning of languages ​​he found a way of escape from those caverns.Now, he can assist the king again and make suggestions.

Then, the less formal word spread like wildfire.Rumir lost both feet and staggered back on stumps; Rumir discovered the origin of the Orcs deep in Thangorodrim; Rumir himself was transformed into an Orc, and went out wearing A cloak with a hood, to hide the hideous appearance; Rumir had been blessed by the Valar, for they admired his skill; Rumir had been tried by the King for treason.Rúmil was then only a name, a vague face among a multitude of well-dressed nobles; and all these rumours, my vivacious family relished.

A week after the news broke, my father said he had an important assignment for me.This, he later admitted, was because he found me almost a superfluous character at Hingo Till's wedding.He sent me to Vinyamar's palace, to Lord Turgon's steward, and handed him a letter asking if any ropes should be ordered for Turgon's ships.Never in my courier career have I been to such a noble place, nor have I done anything so connected with my father's business.

When it was my turn to be interviewed, the manager was indifferent.He read my father's letter and said only, "In the future, we will need rope; but not for boat building. When we know the details, I will send someone to him." He handed the letter back to me—the letter from my father A letter written so carefully.

The man's dismissive attitude first confused me and then annoyed me.Putting my age and position aside, I said, "If that's what you want to say, you should write it down and put your seal on it. My father went out of his way to write to you, and you He should be treated the same—the same!" By the last sentence, I was already beginning to realize what I was talking about, when suddenly my voice trembled with fear.

Immediately afterwards, I flushed with embarrassment as someone behind me burst out laughing. "Sir, you've been caught by this kid. He's as familiar with your business as you are. Go and write a line or two under his father's letter, and come back. I'm going to have a chat with him. .” The manager took a deep breath before he calmed down, and when I turned around, I understood the reason.This person must be Rumir.Rumor had it that he wore a cloak with a hood, but the weather was so warm that he had lifted the hood and pulled the cloak down the back.

I've never seen such an ugly elf in my life.In your eyes, he should look like an old man who has been wounded in battle. His thin face is wrinkled and his hair is gray and messy, but he is still tall and straight.We elves knew no such thing as old age then, and so to my young eyes he looked exactly as the rumors said, made by all the torture and sorcery in the dungeons of Morgoth. Buckle the Oak.The most terrifying disability on his whole body was a deep and large scar on one side of his face. Although the eyes on that side were still in their sockets, they were cloudy and lifeless.But his other eye, deeply sunken in wrinkles, shone with twice the wisdom of ordinary people.I stared at him, unable to look away.

"Son, who are you? I've never seen you before." he asked.

I recovered and said my name and my father's name.I was afraid that I might do something wrong, or that I had done something bad, to attract his attention, and it took no effort for Rumir to ask me my age, my love of books and legends, and my Family status.His voice was deep and rhythmic, and after talking to him for a while I got used to his miserable appearance, which was so incongruous.When he questioned me, I mentioned that my family was not related to the nobles at all. In Sindar's words, it was "as common as a leaf".

"I don't know if you're common or not, but your mother named you Pengolod—she was of the Noldor, wasn't she?" I admitted, and Rumir looked thoughtful, muttering Authentic: "The foresight of the elf mother reveals even things that the mother would rather never know." That is a motto circulated among our people.He said again, more clearly this time: "You learned two languages ​​from both parents, Sindarin and Quenya?" I said yes.

Romir's one-eyed flashed: "If you could ask me anything, what would you want to ask?"

"How on earth did you escape? And, are you an Orc now?"

Rumir let out a chuckle, but no smile appeared on his face: "There is no doubt that they tried to turn me into an Orc, but I am not an Orc. If you go to the battle, you will know what the Orc is. What color."

I said eagerly, "Next time I'll go to war. I have a friend in the Guards, and I have a friend who forges longswords. I'm going too."

"Then you'll know. As for how I escaped... How about we sit for a while?" We sat down on the benches at the edge of the hall.I found Rumir limping.Alfwine, he is more lame than you, and the crutch is his third leg.With all the rumors running through my head, I figured that's why it was rumored he didn't have feet. "I was smitten in the glory fight. Orcs dragged me out of a pile of corpses. Half my face was slashed, and I thought I was going to die soon, as dead as those corpses I didn't. They woke me up with a nasty drink, made me disarm, and forced me to walk. I thought it was torture—until we got to Thangorodrim. We were Take him to him. To Morgoth." Rumir bowed his head in the hall lit by the summer sun.After a while, he suddenly shook and broke away from the memory: "Those of us who were considered insignificant were sent to be slaves."

I was puzzled: "But you are a scholar of Turgon, and you are an important person."

"Yes, and I'm glad I managed to keep my mouth shut, though I lost a lot for it." At that time, Rumir said nothing about the torture methods that the Orcs of Morgoth used to intimidate and maim slaves into obedience.He said only: "I was sent to dig, and mine metal deposits, to make weapons that would slaughter my kind. The other elves in the mines were worse than souls without bodies—they were soulless bodies, empty husks. I know I'll be like that too if I stay long." He paused, and said oddly, "I'm very fond of animals. I learned all the languages ​​of the birds in Aman. They've always been my favourites." Love. Of course, there are no birds in the mines, but I can observe mice and beetles