Tianwen·Magweth Pengolodh

"No, I just, I just want to go to the toilet in the yard." Ah Tang stopped still, as if the matter was not particularly urgent, "Also...and, thank you for not letting my master get angry with me yesterday .”

"Annoyed? For what?" Pengolod asked.

"It's just that I don't know if you are, uh, are you, or not...that's when you first came in. My lord. Uh, sir." Ah Tang wrung his hands, paused, and continued, "You don't have a beard, your beard The hair and the skirt - I mean, the gown - are all that long, and, oh, it's a wonder you look so good."

Pengolod choked back another laugh: "I assure you, I'm just an ordinary person among the elves, definitely not outstanding."

"But now you are here, with us humans." Ah Tang said.

The human—Pengolod was taken aback when he first heard the new Adunak word.This is not the same as the title of mortals in Elvish language: in addition to the unique "Firima" - which itself means "mortal", there are also "secondary children", "sick", and "self-cursing".Humanity.What the child meant was obviously the same as when he said "clan".The names of those own races that Pengolod was writing about had the same assumption, and he was referring to "clans".The elves are "people who can speak", "people of the stars", "people of light", and "people of great knowledge".What else do mortals call themselves?What burden did the elves carry with their names?And what do they call elves in private?

Pengolod judged that none of these questions were suitable for asking the sleepy-eyed child in front of him. He was just trying to do a good deed by expressing his gratitude. "The elite among my people are much better looking."

"You said that your past teacher was not good-looking." Ah Tang said.

"Indeed. But when I was apprenticed to him, I met many good-looking nobles and ladies."

Ah Tang looked more sober: "Can you tell us more about your apprenticeship sometime? Did your teacher beat you?"

Pengolod was taken aback, and put down his pen: "Never! Did your teacher beat you?"

"No, he didn't beat him." Ah Tang looked disappointed, "He said it was shameful to do that. Kim Rapp, an apprentice from the basket weaving family, said that his master was the most ruthless in King's Town, so he was like this." The toughest kid in the place."

"Kingtown?"

"This is the area. 50 years ago, the king ordered this place to be repaired for the laborers."

Pengolod took this to heart for now: "Ah, I must say, Alfwine was right. I'll tell you a little about my apprenticeship, and the nobles I met during those years. Then you'll understand why I don't claim to be pretty." Ah Tang sat on the counter, shaking his calf and listening.

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According to tradition, an elf's apprenticeship lasts 140 or 26 years.We call such a period of time a "full year", and this is the unit by which we count important dates.If you think that's a long time, it's because we elves take a long time to reach maturity by your standards.I was 13 when I went to apprentice Rumir, but I was about as mature as you were when you were 80.But when I turned [-], the training period expired.Let me talk about its beginning and end.

My teacher Rumir has regained his place at Turgon's court.He was not quite the nobleman that the Númenóreans imagined—a man of noble birth, with ships or lands, and men at his service.He only has the title "Rumir of Tirian", and he doesn't need any titles.He is greatly respected.He was born by the lake of Cuvienen, where the Elves were awakened by Iluvatar; and he took part in the Great Migration to Aman.Once there, he became the first elf to invent writing.That was in the era of the Two Trees, in the beautiful city of Tirian.He showed this skill to an Elven-King named Finwe.He first convinced Finwe of the value of writing, and then taught the art to Finwe and the sons and daughters of Finwe, and their descendants.When he was in a good mood he would tell me about those princes and princesses--the more important he was, the later he mentioned them.

Among all the students, the one he valued the most was Feanor, the eldest son of Fenwe, a nobleman with a fiery temperament.Concerning Feano, Romir said: "He came to me as a grown prince and a hot-tempered metalworker. Within two days he had learned my alphabet, and on the third day I had nothing. Taught him, so he sat down and improved my work a hundredfold. How angry I was! It took me a whole year to finish my alphabet, and he made it up with his own creation talent, made them the way I intended them to be—clear, concise, and colloquial. We argued about it all day and night, and in the end, my pride subsided because he had really improved my work. I He quickly forgave him. He wanted me to have a seat of honor in the Scholars' Guild, Rumbe Ingemo. His smile was as strong as the arm that wields a hammer, and there was no denying it. For a while, we were friends. But long before his death, I disapproved of his ways, and I passed my loyalty to those who were more gentle." And so, for loyalty, and to see once more the stars of the birthplace, he joined the Many went into exile and came to Central Continent.

Rumir quickly made an appointment for me to be his apprentice.In the morning, I study knowledge with other students, listen to his lectures and explanations, the only difference is that I have to prepare any necessary materials for him at the same time.In the afternoon, he arranged for me to help the transcribers learn their trade skills from scratch.I wrote line after line on the shredded paper until Rumir was satisfied that my handwriting was good enough. "Calligraphy is absolutely essential to a scholar, boy," he said. "The words you write will travel, and to those elves who will never have the chance to meet you, it will be your voice— No, it is you. Some people may judge not only by the wisdom of what you write, but also the beauty of the handwriting. I looked in the mirror and saw a wretch, but I want to bless all Valar , because I can still write beautiful handwriting as always." These words left a deep impression on me.

In the evenings, I sometimes have free time, but often I serve him in Rumir's room, like a squire serving a nobleman.Rumir's account of this evening duty is: "There is nothing shameful in it, unless you feel yourself too good to serve the king and princess of Nevrast." The truth is that he regularly serves Turgon Advised with Turgon's sister Arentil.Rumir explained my presence in this way.He pointed to me, and said: "No one in his family is involved in the affairs of the court, and he is not related to any of the lords' houses. Therefore, he has no reason to keep your secrets like I do." Turgon did not object, And I further understood why Rumir chose me as an apprentice.

Turgon lost his wife and had only one daughter, Lady Idril.Although Aretil is the nominal princess of Winyama, she spends most of her time hunting and other entertainment.In Wenyama's daily life, Idril was doing many things that a princess should do, and Idril attended Turgon and Rumir's private meetings more often than her aunt.I think Idril is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life.Her eyes were cornflower blue, and against her fair, ruddy skin, they were especially lively.It seemed impossible for her slender neck to support the weight of her golden braids.

In later years I saw Idril sad and troubled, tormented by visions, forced to contend with more than one terrible fate.However, my first impression of her has never changed, and her subsequent actions have proved that I was right.

Alright, back to these meetings.Their purpose is not just to give me the opportunity to look up at those noble and beautiful people.For Turgon had a mission, a call of fate, which must be fulfilled as secretly as possible.It was communicated to him through the foresighted vision: Vinyama was no safe haven in the long run.He went out to investigate alone, and he was away for two months.That investigation came to fruition.I saw him mark on a map of Middle-earth at that time where he said the new kingdom should be.After the battle of glory, he led the craftsmen there, and they stationed in an isolated valley, well hidden in the mountains, and began to build a city.It was not long before Turgon declared that all the inhabitants of Vinyamar must move there, and with all possible care that the secrecy should be kept.Even the elves from other countries cannot know where this hidden city is.After explaining, Turgon asked: "What do you think of my plan, Rumir? It is said that you must have gone mad in the pit of Angband. If you think my plan is crazy, does it mean that it is reason?"

Rumir looked at the map in front of him, patted his lips in thought.Then he said: "I have seen the power of Angband. I have felt how much Morgoth would destroy our people. So you will build a hidden city to protect us from Ulmo? I Former students, unless we can get on a ship and return to Tirion, I think it's more sensible than anything else. But then, is your plan crazy or sensible?" They both laughed. "Your Majesty, what will this new city be called?