Tianwen·Magweth Pengolodh

.In the blink of an eye, he imagined a thousand things he could do with it.He was tempted.But Qiryatan's faint smile brought him back to the present moment.He said: "Qiryatan, you don't like me. If that's the case, why did you offer me such an attractive condition?"

"It's okay for elves to pass by, but here, you are out of place. I believe that mortals have to live mortal lives. However, my father loves to flatter your race. I am not an elf, and I am not the kind of Adane who would please him Till. Since I can't please him myself, I'm going to send him someone who can." Cirjatan stared at Pengolod, as if to see if he had the guts to refute this request .

Pengolod replied: "When I was lucky enough to live in the palace, I... sensed some of the problems you noticed. The reason is the same as you said that I caused trouble here-I am out of place as an elf. He took a short breath. "I'm sorry, but I have to ask, does it have anything to do with that beautiful lady, Laurenque? I hear you like her. I assure you, I have no plans for her. It's not necessary." Lock me up and supervise."

Ciryatan laughed bitterly: "No intentions! If you really have intentions, my impression of you will be better—if you can show some deeds and desires comparable to ordinary people—but it seems that there is no Mortals are worthy of you. Those I like, I am happy to give them what they want." Pengolod gasped.In order to lighten the atmosphere, Cirjatan continued speaking glibly, but Pengolod almost turned a deaf ear. "Since you have no interest in such pastimes, you obviously don't miss your people. I'm sure you understand what you can get out of here--weeks or even weeks in our great library. month's time, the chance to meddle to my heart's content will certainly please Gil-Garrard, even if you're not his informant - not according to you. I have no interest in alienating my main ally, you know , I have plans for my own country and the coast of Middle-earth." Qiryatan glanced at Alfwine's shop, took a panoramic view of everything in the shop, and added, "I think, you will find Your landlord would love to have such connections in Armenelos."

Pengolod is still reeling from the implications of Cirjatan's statement—both his girlfriend and his father—whom I like, and I'd love to have them get what they want...he almost I didn't hear the last words of Cirjatan.

"I have to say no," he said.

Ciryatan frowned: "Then I can no longer tolerate you making trouble here. You can either set off for Armenelos, or leave on the next elven ship."

"But the ship is coming at the next full moon, not a week from now!" cried Pengolod, "I had planned to leave as soon as autumn came—if I took the next boat, affim--"

"More time!" Cirjatan interrupted him. "An elf asking for more time from a mortal! If only I could frame that! The commotion you've caused in the past two months is more than enough!" Not enough? No. If you refuse to serve my father, you must go. If you dare to despise my words, wait until you experience how the law of Númenor hunts fugitives—and those who take them.”

They stared at each other like two wild cats.During that long silent moment, the bell rang.

"How?" Qiryatan asked.

Another chime of bells joins the ensemble, and then another, regardless of the hour or time of day.Pengolod had not heard such a loud beckoning of bells since Unni's contest.

Cirjatan couldn't help but turned to where the voice came from: "Uni's cock, it's just now—answer quickly, elf!"

The afterglow of the setting sun was shining on Pengolod's face.He did not look at Cirjatan, but said to the sun: "Prince Cirjatan, I will go, so that you will know that my friend Elfwine is honest and law-abiding. I swear to you, I will Take the next boat to leave."

Ciryatan finally smiled: "I like law-abiding subjects. I am sure your friend will continue to be favored by the Explorers' Guild." He strode to the door, "My father will be in town soon. I Will certainly tell him that you want me to bid him a gracious and dignified farewell on your behalf."

At this time, the bell was almost crazy.People ran from nearby houses, even women and children.

Pengolod had to ask: "What is the bell calling?"

Cirjatan turned in the porch: "The port—a miracle, a crisis. I must deal with it. Remember to get on your way, Mr. Elf." He said and left.Pengolod caught a glimpse of him rushing towards the port, with no regard for princely demeanor.

"God, what's going on?" Pengolod murmured to himself wonderingly.He tried to keep up with the prince.The streets and alleys were almost crowded with people running or striding towards the water.The people moved out of the way for Cirjatan, and when he passed he returned to his place, so that Pengolod was soon caught in a growing number of people and fell behind.An acquaintance of Elfwine, who lived nearby, came up to him and said that the sound of the sea bell meant that some great sea-creature had passed over the Isle of Toruni into the main harbour.Pengolod thanked him and continued on with the crowd.It could have been a whale or whales, and at first he was eager to see them, but he walked faster as he realized why the sight caused panic.A startled whale has come into port and could damage a pier or boat.What's more, Alfwine and Ah Tang were on the water just now.

Pengolod shot through the crowd like an arrow, and followed those who were brave or reckless to a pier.There he stopped in surprise.Had he not been prepared, he would have sworn that a new island had risen in the harbor, its smooth vaults almost flat enough to walk on.Several ships were fleeing from the water, and by their estimation the new island was more than thirty ells long.If it's a broad head, how is it possible for such a huge whale to swim in the harbor?That question was answered when it lifted higher out of the water.It's not a whale at all.It was the giant sea turtle, a fastidocalon.

The large disc-like creature stretched its neck and rolled over in the water.Before it dived, a flipper spread out, twenty ells long.In a moment, it emerged from the water belly up, more like an island now.Then it caused a huge splash in the middle of the harbor and turned around.The giant turtle with sly eyes peeped around, as if listening to the bells and the deafening din of people around it.They shouted, both for the spectacle before them and for the omen of Uni's favor, and to keep the sea beast from approaching the stakes and anchored ships in the harbor.

Most of the boats in the harbor were heading for the moorings as fast as they could, but a sloop came up to meet it.Among the daring crew was one who wore the red cloak of the Explorers' Guild.The man lifted something, and Pengolod's keen eyes discerned the glint of the silver-encrusted conch that had been blown in the contest in honor of Uni.All kinds of noise drowned out the sound of the horn, but Fastito Kalon seemed to notice.Its huge black eyes glanced sideways at the approaching sloop, opened its beak, and took a deep breath (it almost seemed to be smiling for some reason).Then it dived again, and for a few heartbeats, it seemed to dissolve into a shadow in the water.After it surfaced, it speeded away from the other side of Torvuni and swam into the wider fjord outside again.

One after another, the bells stopped.

The sloop with its white sails turned around and sailed back to the berth.People around Pengolod all started talking at the same time, about how unusual it was to be where they were when the sea bell tolled, and how many men or ships that Fastito Karon might have eaten in the past.Pengolod left the docks to find the crowd still there, not dispersed.Many hawkers and street performers gathered in the large square by the water to provide meals and services to returning soldiers.With snacks and entertainment to while away the leisurely afternoon, and the horror and wonder of the past, no one is in a hurry to leave.

Pengolod leaned resignedly against a shadowed wall, heart pounding.Someone patted him courteously and said, "Sir, the ship will arrive at the full moon, and it will take four to seven days."

Pengolod turned his head and found that it was an ordinary harbor administrator: "Ship?"

"Yes, sir. I guess you've been waiting here to find out?" Pengolod heard this, and realized that the place where he stopped was the large awning where the elf ship was docked.

He came back to his senses and said, "Thank you." The port administrator bowed and touched his forehead, as if facing a nobleman.

Having experienced the confrontation with Cirjatan, the official's performance was no different from giving Pengolod a heavy blow in the stomach.Pengolod would have liked to have pulled him upright if possible.He was being treated so courteously only because he was an elf, for no other reason; and seeing this, he realized once again that Kirjatan was right.

Fortunately, the man was gone, leaving Pengolod to suffer alone.He had thought that the sorrow of leaving Middle-earth had become blurred and numb, but the appearance of Fastito Kalon opened up the old scars.Romenna was once a place of refuge, and did not contain