Tianwen·Magweth Pengolodh

I have not heard of a man blessed with such blessings since Al-Aldarion. She spoke with pride. She was a Númenorite, and the Elves are revered for good and evil, and for right and wrong.

Everyone was quiet for a while, thinking about the suggestion.Finally, Losinziel said even more hesitantly: "If Alfwine thinks it's all right—"

When she spoke, Pengolod had just begun: "If you wish that, of course I am at your service—"

At the same time, Alfwine also spoke out: "If I deliver this work to the Explorers Guild now, we will meet in the afternoon—"

By the time everyone shuts up, it's agreed - all in all, the wedding will take place within a week.

Tie the knot

As the week leading up to the wedding passed quickly, gossip and gossip abounded, but unexpectedly, the main target of the gossip was Kiljatan.

The day after Ciryatan had a face-to-face showdown with Pengolod, Ah Tang hurried back from the port, bringing more news about Ciryatan. "As soon as the big turtle left, the Crown Prince went to the Explorers' Guild like a gust of wind and rushed to the balcony, where Ms. Laurie was watching with the leader of the Explorers' Guild. The Crown Prince declared that the Guild was the king's important minister, and he was going to The guild and the royal family became one, and if—" Tom paused for breath, "if Lauryn Quickon married him! Then he took a ring from his hand and gave it to her, made of gold, Set with a diamond! Expensive enough to buy a whole boat!"

Pengolod raised an eyebrow: "The timing is really interesting."

"It certainly put Prince Cirjatan in the spotlight," said Alfwine.

"Without much human politics, and almost guaranteed to win the favor of the parents," Pengolod mused, "can you imagine what kind of offspring they will have?"

Ah Tang was in a daze about all of these.The young man looked confused until Alfwine asked, "Did you hear when they got married?"

"I don't know. The woman who told me this went on and on about dresses and dresses." Ah Tang looked at the basket that Rosenzil had left in the store earlier that day, "You, Well, you and Lady Rosenzil got along quite well last time, master?" They all stopped talking about Cirjatan's engagement, and Alfwine spoke of his own engagement with Rosenzir .

Cirjatan's dramatic proposal was welcomed by most of the Romanna, as if they were all related to Laurinque.The only people who openly expressed displeasure were single men, who complained that any woman expecting an engagement now demanded a gold ring with diamonds for herself.When Alfwine went to a wine tavern down the street to order wine for his small wedding, the tavern owner said, "Alfwine, you're lucky to have a silver ring before all this. That's what elves do, don't they, sir?" That last line was addressed to Pengolod.

"Yes. When the elves are betrothed, both men and women wear silver rings. When they marry, they exchange gold rings," replied Pengolod.

"Men get presents too, which I think is a good thing. It's a pity we don't do weddings like elves anymore. Cirjatan is the first, yes," said the tavernkeeper.

His wife came out in a hurry, and the news of Alfwine seemed to make her very emotional: "You are getting married! So soon? But I think it is necessary, right?" She quickly scanned Alfwine Wolfwine took a look, as if reassessing, "She'd be a good wife, and I'm sure she'd be content if you acted so decently. We'd all be dying for Kirjatan to get married tomorrow, come to think of it, a The royal wedding of the girl Romenna! None of us living have seen a royal wedding! Tar-Telperion--as blessed--was never married, and Tar-Minastir was in Married quietly at a young age, before taking the throne. What did you order?" Her husband tilted the tablet over to show her. "Give them [-]% off—no, [-]% off. And you, you have to tell everyone that you ordered the wedding wine from us, no problem? Soon, from the wedding of Qiryatan to the return of the soldiers Before we go home, there will be a lot of weddings to be done!" She smiled beamingly at them, nudged her husband with her elbow, and went back.

"She's so kind," Pengolod said after the two had left the shop together.

Alfwine tugged at his mustache: "She's not! I can't bargain for a [-]% discount, that's all."

They also went to the sheriff, registered to borrow the beautiful gardens that were open to the common people, and had trouble getting a baker for the wedding day.The staid sheriff and the red-faced baker both considered the hasty wedding a matter of necessity and of saving face, as much as the wine-tavern owner's wife.Pengolod had been teasing Alfwine all the way home, discussing the names of his future children—they were expected to be born in six months.

On the morning of the wedding, Pengolod concluded that the biggest problem with this hasty planning was that he would not be alone with Alfwine for several days.Alfwine's mother and Rosenzil hardly passed by.Pengolod knew it was for his sake.Four days before the wedding, Rosenzil was very worried about what Alfwine would wear, and Pengolod took the initiative to take out the exquisite clothes presented by Gil Galad.Rosenzil was so fascinated by the rich fabric that Pengolod gave them both the robe.She and Alfwine's mother recreated the silver-blue undergown and trousers as Rosenzil's gown, and altered the sky-blue silk tunic and matching belt to fit Alfwine size of.During this time, the two women became friends.

Alfwine has been busy with congratulations, and several of his friends have also returned from the great battle in Middle-earth.They came at night with wine and food, and flirted with the girlfriends of Rosenzil, even Alfwine's mother, while Pengolod sat by.He was not without envy of them, but more than grateful.In their company, he realized where Alfwine had learned the art of making friends.Tom was so busy with hundreds of missions that he didn't even touch the ground, and looked very shy beside these returning warriors, and ran to the quiet place of Pengolod for refuge.

On the eve of the wedding, Pengolod was able to breathe a sigh of relief.There was a full moon in the sky, but the elf ship did not arrive in port that day.It didn't take much for him to convince Tom, and together they slipped out at midnight and wandered around Romenna.Working cautiously together in the moonlit shadows, they found and plucked the best flowers and green twigs to weave the wedding wreath. "It's too late for permission, isn't it?" Tom asked in a low voice as Pengolod helped Tom over a garden wall.

"I'm sure Yavanna approves of flowers being used in weddings. So if we get caught, you have to remember we're doing this for a lady." Pengolod hissed Said, followed by quietly jumped in. "No, don't want that kind - don't pick one from the Laurinque tree. You go pick jasmine, I'll climb over there and pick some Nasamelda." As a result, the fragrant Nassamel Dahua was guarded by inch-long thorns, so he held back his curse.

On the morning of the wedding, Alfwine marveled at the wreaths made by the bakers as they prepared them in the backyard.Then, as the wedding party gathered, he paced up and down in his gown, tense.The wedding is arranged at noon.The wait would have been tedious if a courier had not arrived in the middle of the morning. "My lord, the elven ship has arrived at the port. Qiryatan said that you want to be notified, because you are going to take the boat today?" The messenger looked at the people in costumes and said hesitantly.

Pengolod sighed, "Just arrived?" To his relief, the messenger nodded. "They will wait until the tide changes. I can stay until late at night. Alfwine, I will attend your wedding from start to finish, and it will be the last thing I will do here. Friend, Don’t go yet—I have luggage to load on the ship.” Pengolod was in a hurry, sweating under his green robe, and finally sent the luggage to the ship.He returned to Alfwine, and there was still time left for him to comb his hair, put on a wreath of leaves, and join Alfwine in his wedding procession.

Menirtamar was the only holy place in Númenor, but the elves and mortals had the same strong desire to arrange the places of ceremonies near their dwellings.In Gondolin, now gone, such a place was a sacred grove planted within the city walls; and in Romenna a place like that was set up for minor ceremonies.By long use it became custom, and the beautiful grove has been transformed into an orchard and garden, planted with a variety of plants, so that flowers bloom throughout the year.Late-summer blossoms arched under the Yavana Mire tree, its branches bent with crimson fruit.There were other decorations here, befitting the purpose--several benches and a handsome sun-dial.When the small group of Alfwine entered, a large group of people also attending the wedding was coming out.

They waited for a while in the trampled part of the garden.Rosenzil took much longer to come because she