Half a month ago.

Autumn has gradually enveloped the South Elmos Glades. The chirping of cicadas in the woods on summer nights is no longer audible. The temperature is getting lower day by day. In the area southeast of South Elmos, the vast plains that belonged to East Beleriand had slowly turned a golden yellow. The scattered bushes of the plains have also withered. A man and a horse galloped across the plains. It was a white horse, and the elf on the horse was Eor.

He had just returned from Norgrod, the capital of the dwarves. He was unhappy, for he had spent ten whole days on his journey to Nogrode, and had stayed there for ten more days, waiting for the banquet to which he had been invited, but their king had suddenly cancelled the banquet at short notice, saying that he was going to the land of the sons of Fëanor. They said that the son of Fëanor would be a powerful ally of the dwarves, so he was going to meet them. Eore quarreled with the king of the capital and broke off his friendship with him. He barely made it out of the dwarven city alive because the king of Nogrod had a short temper. He ordered Eor's arrest, and if Eor hadn't had a premonition and fled on his horse overnight, perhaps he would have fallen into the hands of the dwarves by now.

Anger burned in his chest, but he was only concerned about running for his life all the way, and there was no time to vent his anger. He ran along the dwarven road for three days, then turned northwest, and finally approached his home on the eighth day of his departure from Norgrode. He just wanted to go back to his stone house now and grab his wife and beat him so that he could vent the anger he had endured for so long.

Eor passed east of Estorade, a town once inhabited by humans. He looked at the place and saw that it had been deserted. The wooden town has now been eroded by the rain. There are a lot of cobwebs hanging from the town, and the streets of the town are silent. He recalled the noise of the three major families living here at that time, and now that the noise was gone, he felt that he was not used to it.

He rode straight into the woods. It's the middle of the night, and it's eerily quiet in the woodland. He knew his son and wife were sleeping peacefully. He came to the stable in front of the stone house and tied the reins of the white horse to the pillar. Only then did he realize that another black horse he had domesticated was missing. He didn't want to wake up his son, so he tiptoed open the door of the stone house and walked to his room. He went into the bedroom and lit the fireplace with flint and steel. He was amazed that there was no sound in the room, not even the sound of Arettir's breathing. He walked to the side of the bed and found no one on the bed. His anger grew even greater.

"Where has this slut been so late?" scolded, Eol.

He stepped out again and quietly pushed open his son's room, which was also quiet. He had a hunch that his son was not in bed either. He also lit the fireplace, confirming his suspicions. "That slut took my son!"

"Someone, someone!" said Eor, shouting loudly, audible even to the edge of the woodland. At this time, several servants approached. Sleepy-eyed, they were astonished to see Eor.

One of the servants spoke, "Lord Eor, why are you back?" ”

Instead of answering him, Éor asked him, "Answer me first, where is my son?" Éore grabbed the servant's shoulders so hard that his fingers cut at the servant's throat and almost cried out. But he held back.

"Mistress Eor, we've done our best!" he knelt down, Aeor was frightened by his actions and let go of the hand that was holding his shoulder, "Madame and your son disappeared yesterday morning. I had heard them say they had run away, but I didn't care. We found out that they were gone, and immediately sent men to chase them, but we couldn't! He folded his hands and pleaded, "I beg your forgiveness!" and the other servants also knelt down.

"I'm going to chase them now!" shouted Eor, "help me get my sword!"

The servant immediately turned and walked away from the crowd of the other servants, and after a while he came with a sword in its scabbard. He handed the sword to Eor, who took it and drew it to look at it. "Where's my Angwereel? I don't want this sword!"

"My lord, Angveriel, taken away by your son. The servant said word for word.

At that moment, Eor's anger could no longer be contained. His grip on the hilt of the sword squeezed tighter and tighter. "Slut! she seduced my son, just as she once seduced me!"

Eol's only wants to unleash his anger now. He didn't think much of it, and as if he was crazy, he picked up the sword in his hand and slashed at the servant. The head of the servant in front of him was cut in half by him,* mixed with the blood and flowed out, and the servant fell like this. The other servants were startled by him and shuddered back. "No, sir!" cried one of the servants.

E'ol didn't spare them at all. He plunged his sword into the belly of one of the servants, and the others stepped back a little. Eore drew his sword, ran up and grabbed another servant, and pressed him to the ground. At this time, the servants were finally no longer willing to swallow their anger. They glanced at each other and gathered around to arrest Eor. Two servants rushed up and grabbed him by the arms, but his strength was too great and he was about to break free. The other two ran up and held his arm in place with the other two, and Eore was finally overwhelmed. They pinned Eor to the ground, then gathered around him and stomped on him. Eore cursed the servants silently in his heart. Now he has been betrayed by all the people. And the root of all this is Arettir, he thinks.

They beat him hard, then lifted him up and threw him outside the door of the stone house. After that, Eor fainted. He didn't wake up until dawn. His clothes were torn by them, and he crawled on the ground, trying to get to the stables. "That year...... I shouldn't be fooled by that slut's beauty!" he said in a faint voice. He had no weapons left, but he had a dagger pinned to his waist. He was glad he wasn't defenseless. The servants did not get up, perhaps because they had no master to serve. That's why he had a chance to slowly move to the stable. He stood up grasping the pillars of the stable, untied the reins, and climbed onto the horse's back. And so he rode away. Now he had only one thing to do - he was going to Arityr. He thought she must have gone to find the son of Fëanor.

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A bitter autumn wind blows over the Aglon Pass. Kellergun and Kurufen are now on the ramparts of the fortress of Agron overlooking the plains of Los Blue. There were a lot of cavalry patrolling the plains. The sound of the barracks echoed through the fortress. They hadn't fought since the last time Aglon Pass was attacked by the Orcs and nearly fell.

If his brother hadn't arrived in time that day, they might have almost died, and the siege of Angban might have been breached. They kept telling themselves that only by surviving could they fulfill the vow that the seven brothers had made together. And in order to keep themselves alive, they felt that they could sacrifice anyone but the son of Fëanor.

It's afternoon, and another year of autumn has quietly arrived, and they are about to start preparing for the cold winter. Instead of looking at Los Blue, they turned around and began to walk along the walls. At this time, his younger brother Kurufen pulled out a sword from his waist. "Look, this is my new saber, brother. He shook the sword in front of Celegon, "The sword made by Tierha, the dwarven craftsman of Nogrod. I call it Angrist. I remember the other day when we were hunting with Shagallian and Calanhill, the king of the dwarves came to us out of the blue to discuss an alliance. It was then that their king gave me this sword. ”

Kellegong nodded. But he had no intention of listening to what he had to say. In the early hours of this morning, his scouts reported seeing an elf resembling Arettir riding through the Himmlard plain with another young boy. Kellergun didn't know what had happened to Arettir in the last few years. He didn't let anyone stop Arettir because he told himself that her affairs had nothing to do with him anymore. But he kept thinking about it in his heart. He guessed that Arettir was now on his way back to Sibereryand. He didn't know of the existence of Gondolin, all he knew was that Arityr's brother Turgong ruled over a city called Winyama on the shores of Heslum. He thought Arettir had gone there.

At this time they came to the southern wall of the fortress. Suddenly Celegon saw a man and a horse galloping on the plain. He looked over and saw that it looked like it was a Sindar elf. "Look there!" shouted Kellegon. Kurufen looked in the direction he was pointing.

"Someone!" Kellegun shouted, and a soldier approached, "Go and get the elf running across the plains!" He didn't know what it meant for the elf to run after Arityr, but he chose to intervene in the matter. Because he still has a faint love for Arettir.

The soldier left. From the city walls, they saw a troop of cavalry come out of the fortress gates, and gradually surround the Sindar elf on the plains of Himrad to the south. They forced him to fall off his horse and faint, and they brought him back. They carried the Sindar elves to the city wall and walked before Kellergun and Kurufen.

"We've got him!" said the soldier.

Celegong waved his hand, and all but the two soldiers who were escorting the elf retreated. The Sindar elf bowed his head weakly, and there were several scars on his body. His clothes were tattered and covered in mud. His hair was messy and skinny.

"Who are you, Sindar Elves?" Kellegon's tone didn't have much kindness, "Why did you pass through the territory I rule?"

Kuruffin punched him hard in the thin face, and the man woke up. "I am Eol, who lives in South Elmos......" he said weakly.

Eore had regained consciousness. He thought about what to do in his mind. He knew that he had fallen into the hands of the sons of Fëanor. He hadn't eaten in days, so now he wasn't strong enough to get him away. He must be careful when he speaks now, for the son of Fëanor has always been hostile to strangers. Even though Eore was full of disgust for the son of Fëanor in front of him, he knew that this disgust must not be revealed.

So he said, "My wife is Aritil of the Finnish family. He tried his best to steady his voice and keep himself from trembling, "I heard that she came to visit you with my son. I thought it would be polite to come and visit you with them, so I came here too. Eol's paused, then said, "Are they here now?"

Kurufen laughed. He guessed that Eore didn't know where Arity really was, and that Aretil didn't seem to want the man to know where she had gone. "Then they will be unpopular because of you!" Ku Rufen remembered that he didn't need to hide anything from that woman from the Fen family. He has always been kind to her because of Kellergon's love for her. And now that she has become someone else's wife, his kindness can also end. So he spoke again: "Actually, they didn't come to visit us. This morning they crossed the plains we ruled, and crossed the Alos River. They are now heading west. Now get out of here, the sooner you get out of here, the happier I will be!"

Kurufin motioned for the soldier to let go of him. Keller Gong was puzzled by his actions and looked at Kurufen with a questioning expression. He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Kurufen. They remained silent for a long time, until Eor broke the silence. "Lord Kurrufen, it's great to have the help of a loved one like you at this time!" he said with a smirk.

"Don't have anything to do with me!you shameless Sindar elf!" Kurufen suddenly yelled, even startling Eor, "You forcibly married Arettir! without the consent of any of her relatives!You are not worthy of being a relative of the Noldor!" Hearing his words, Eor cursed him in his heart. He thought that being associated with these Noldor was the greatest insult to him.

Kellegun and Kurufin watched him walk down the wall, then return to his horse and leave the fortress. After seeing him run away, Kellegong asked Kurufin, "Why did you tell him Arityr's whereabouts and let him go?" Kellegong frowned, "You hurt her!"

Kurufen slapped his palm heavily on Kellergon's face: "Brother, you are the son of Fëanor!Don't worry about that woman anymore!He's someone else's wife now!You should forget her!" Kellergon was silent. The slap seemed to wake him up. He had persuaded himself to forget about her before, and now he had made a decision in his heart: he was going to really force himself to forget.

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After leaving the fortress of Agron, Eor made his way through the valley of the terrible death, Nandon Potsab. His peculiar sensitivity to magic taught him that evil enemies lurked in the valley. But the evil did not dare to come near him, for he also carried with him the little magic that the South Elmos Glade had given him.

During this time, he never saw his wife and son appear in his field of vision. He was disappointed, and although he could be sure that the mother and son were still in front of him, once he crossed the valley, he could only blindly look for them. When he crossed the Mindibu River, he fell into complete despair. Because the plains of Dimpal were vast and flat, he could not see his wife and children. "I lost everything. "And now I'm lost here." ”

It was at this time that fate gave him a glimmer of hope. That evening he heard the neighing of horses on the banks of the West Ryan River to the west. He followed the prestige and saw a figure dressed in white. The white garment shimmered brightly in the night. "This must be her!" he said, "and the clothes she wears are all white!"

So he finally found them as he wished. But instead of catching up, he followed closely. For he saw that they did not go to the other side of the Sirion River, but went along the source of the wadi. He wanted to see where they wanted to go. In this way, fate tricked him, and at midnight the next day, he saw them enter a cave, and he followed them. He didn't know where it was, but was surprised by the seclusion of the place. If he hadn't followed Arettir, he might not have discovered this path at all.

So, at the other end of the cave, Eren Machir, the captain of the guard, who had just escorted the mother and son into the mountain, saw Eol. His men captured Aeor and took him all the way to the city of Gondolin. They thought that this Sindar elf was just the scout who had inadvertently broken in like before, so they felt accustomed to it. But when noon came when they arrived at the gates, Eor suddenly said his name, saying that he was Arityr's husband.

At that time, Gardo, the lord of the Holy Tree family, who was guarding the main gate, heard about it and decided to take him to Turgong first. He was taken to the main hall of the King's Tower that afternoon. At that time, Turgong and Arettir were talking inside. They laughed happily, but were stunned by the sudden situation. Seeing him, Arettir jerked to his feet. "Why are you here?" she asked, surprised. Arettir began to blame herself deeply for having harmed Aeor. Because then he won't be able to get out of here. Eol's search for him will cost him with his life.

Eol's heart was upset when he saw the joy they had just written on their faces. He suffered a lot along the way, while his wife chatted comfortably here.

"This is my husband, Turgon!" Arettir said as she turned to Turgon, as she could see that he was glaring at Éol, "He's Romian's father. I beg you not to kill him. ”

Eol's name suddenly shouted, "His name is Mai Green!"

Turgong immediately ordered Salgant, who was beside him, to go and look for Mailin. After Sargant left, Turgun stood up dignified and spoke in a magnetic voice: "If so, then I will treat you as a relative." Turgon's tone, though kind, was heavy. Eol, too, suddenly felt a fear of him. Turgon walked over and asked the soldiers to let go of him, then stretched out the palm of his hand down towards him, trying to take Eor's right hand, and the soldiers retreated, "You can live in Gondolin, but you must stay here forever." For I have made a law, that if you find the way into the city, you cannot leave. ”

At this time Salgant returned. Maiglin came out after him, and with him was Turgon's daughter, Ishel. Seeing his son, Eore pushed Turgon's hand away in order to show his dignity: "I am not your people, so I do not recognize your ban!" Eor rushed forward and grabbed the king by the collar, "I am not here to spy on your secrets, Noldor Elf! I am just here to get back what belongs to me! If you say that you have the right to keep your sister, then she should stay! I don't care about this slut anymore! But give me my son back!" he let go and looked at his son. Come to me, McGreen. ”

McGreen did not respond to him. He saw a shadow cast over Maiglin's eyes. It was an unexpected transformation for his son. He knew that it was only now that his son had truly become a complete Sindar elf. But he was furious in his heart, because the Mai Green he had cultivated with all his heart was now in the hands of the Noldor.

Turgong was silent about Eol's offense. He sat back on his throne: "It looks like you chose death. Turgong snapped, "Then I will fulfill you." Arettir immediately ran to Turgon: "Spare him his life!" Seeing this, Izir also ran to his father. Because she had just become good friends with Mai Green. She wanted mercy for her friend's father.

"Put away your coquettishness, slut, it's because of your betrayal that I'm in the field where I am now!" shouted Eor, and then looked at Turgon, "If I'm going to die today, then at least my son will die with me!" he said, pulling out the dagger he had left from his waist, and running two steps forward, throwing it at Mai Green, who was standing on the side of the main hall. McGreen didn't have time to react, and the dagger was about to touch him.

In the next second, Maiglin saw Arretil suddenly pounce from a distance. She just blocked the dagger with her body, then fell to the ground and passed out. The dagger was stuck in her shoulder. A group of guards rushed in from outside the main gate, tied up Eore with ropes, and led them out. As he went out, Eor shouted, "Haha, slut, you have been punished now! That dagger has been poisoned, and you are not far from death!"

The palace was in turmoil, as Arityr's face was losing its color, and both Turgon and Izar came to Aretil and crouched down. Turgong gripped Arettir's hand tightly, feeling her tremble. Salgant stood beside Turgon, watching quietly. Myglin, on the other hand, stood in a daze where he had stood since the beginning. He didn't say a word, and looked like he was dead.

Glorfindel, the lord of the Golden Flower family, was approached. He had an ashylas grass in his hand. "This grass is now only relieving toxicity. If she can get through it, then she will be healed. Glorfindel said, slowly drawing his dagger. Then chew a leaf and put it in the wound on her shoulder. Arettir remained unconscious.

She was carried back to her bedchamber, where Turgong stayed with her all night. And all night, Mai Green was in a daze in the main hall downstairs. Everyone's attention was on Arityr, and no one noticed him. At dawn, when Turgong put his hand in front of Arettir's nose, he noticed that his breathing had stopped. Turgong shed tears, for it was not long before they were reunited, and the farewell came. In this way, Arettir became the first of the Noldor royal family to die in Middle-earth, with the exception of Fëanor. Turgong clenched his fists, looked at the blood-red rising sun, and said, "I will now sentence Eol to death!"

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The wind howls on the plains of Tum*. The autumn wind blew through the flat land, and the sound was like a mournful cry. It was noon, and all the people of Gondolin had gathered in the northern part of the city. The autumn wind blew people's clothes, and no one made a sound except the wind. This is the Black Rock Cliff of Karagdur, north of Gondolin. The stone on this cliff has a shiny black color, making it a fine stone. But this cliff has other uses for Gondolin than to mine large quantities of blackstone.

There are no walls in this part of the city, and from the edge you can see a cliff as high as 400 feet. The crowd on the side came to watch the execution. In fact, there have been countless death sentences here before, but this time it seems that the death penalty is different. King Turgun himself pronounced the death sentence of the prisoner.

Turgong was now on the edge of a cliff, his clothes swinging in the wind. To his right and left stood his daughter Ishel and his nephew Mai Green. All of them had sadness on their faces, perhaps because of the loss of their white princess, Arityr, or perhaps because of respect for the impending punishment.

The soldiers of the Feiyan family and the angry hammer family came over at this time pushing Eor, who was about to be tortured. Their lords, Duirin and Rog, stood at the forefront. Duirin wore silver-white chain mail and a blue robe, and carried a bow and a bag of arrows on his back. His pure black hair was tied with a thin red rope with a feather at the end. Rog has a mace around his waist, his hair is reddish-black, and he wears a beige shirt and red waistcoat. His hair was tied in a bun at the back of his head. Rogge's skin is darker than ever.

Eore didn't speak, and let them push him to his own death. He now has no regrets because he has made his persecutors pay with their lives, he thinks. It never occurred to him that if so many things he had done had become different, perhaps his current fate would have gone in a completely different direction.

When he came to the edge of the cliff, he glanced down. There are many bones of elves that have been shattered to pieces under the cliff. Eor didn't know how many of them were from the Sindar, but he knew he was about to become one of them. He came to Turgon, who spoke: "Eol, you will now be executed. Do you have any last words?"

"I just want to know what happens to the servants who betrayed me. ”

Turgong frowned, and then spoke: "There is news that they have returned to Doriath and returned to the rule of King Singar. Are you happy with this ending?"

Eore snorted through his nose, "I wish I could see them die!" He turned to look at his son. His son was silent with his head bowed.

"Son!" he said to Mai Green, "you have abandoned your father and your people!

After saying that, McGreen still didn't react. Turgong didn't want to hear it anymore, so he waved his hand, and Duirin and Rog worked together to push Eore forward. Eore fell like this. Amid the cries of the autumn wind, Izir faintly heard his screams, followed by the sound of flesh and the ground crashing. Duirin looked down and saw a large pool of blood spreading radially on the ground. Everyone closed their eyes and began to pray silently.

Only Myglin stood dumbfounded. It wasn't until they were about to leave that Turgong patted him on the back and said, "Let's go, Romian!"

"My name is Mai Green!" Turgong was startled by his words. His tone was emotionless, and when Turgun looked at Mai Green, he felt like an empty shell.

Only that emotionless phrase kept echoing in Turgon's mind: "My name is Mai Green!"

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In this way, Meglin lived in Gondolin for decades. In the second year of his stay in Gondolin, Turgong built a residence for him in the western part of the city. So Mai Green moved away from the King's Tower. During the years he lived in the city, Turgong treated him very well. Sometimes Turgong would even take him out of town to hunt. Maiglin knows that Turgon now trusts himself very much. But he didn't have any gratitude to Turgong in his heart. He thought to himself that he was just a substitute for Arettir to Turgon. The elven king of Gondolin didn't really love him, but it was actually a variant of his love for his sister.

Mai Green hated his father deeply because he killed his own mother, Arretil. But he also hated Turgon, because even if Eore was his mother's murderer, he was his father. He would never forgive the man who sentenced his father to death. He told himself that if he found this opportunity one day, he would watch Turgon pay with his life.

But he had not shown any trace of this hatred in all these years. He lives in the Gondorin like a normal elf. In terms of blood, he should be regarded as a member of the royal family. He gradually came to know the twelve families of Gondolin and their lords:

The lord of the royal family is His Majesty Turgong himself, who also rules over the citizens of the entire Gondorim.

The Jinhua family has the blood of the Fanya clan, and most of them are blonde. Their lord is Glorfindel, who is also the best healer in the city. His knowledge of herbalism is outstanding.

The lord of the Springs family is Exerian, who is a taciturn but adept at expressing his inner thoughts through music. He and Glorfindel are very good friends. To the rest of the city, he and Glorfindel even had a relationship that went beyond friends. Of course, these are just rumors. The people of the Yongquan family are very good at playing wind instruments.

Another family that has to do with music is the harp family. They would play a variety of stringed instruments, of which the technique was naturally headed by their lord Salgant. Mai Green did not like Salgant, because the elf flattered him all day long and seemed to be a villain.

Saargant also rules the Mole family. Most of the family were miners in the kingdom. They know the mineral deposits so well that they can even remember all the veins in the mountains around Ehorias. But Salgant didn't understand any of this. As far as McGlin knew, the Mole family was not convinced by Sargant's leadership, as he was not from their family. And they also look down on those who pluck the strings all day without disease*. Mai Green didn't know how Salgant had become their lord, though he guessed it had something to do with his flattery.

Egalmos is the oldest lord of Gondorin. One of the families he rules is the Rainbow Family. They are the city's master horsemen, adept at fighting enemies with dexterity on horseback and using a scimitar.

In addition, there is also a family led by Egalmos that is the Wings family. Most of the members of this family would become the guardians of Turgon. Maiglin knew that Egalmos was from the Rainbow family, but Turgong had given him the leadership of the Wings because of his seniority.

The tallest lord in the city is Punrod. He leads the two families, Pillar and Snowtower. The members of the Liangzhu family were architects from Gondolin. The city of Gondolin itself was built by this family.

The elves of the Snow Tower family have some of the sharpest insight in the city. They were often placed on the hill of the watch, watching over everything on the plains of Tum*. They are a flock of sentinels as swift as eagles. McGlin found out that the young Punrod was able to rule the two families because he was a hybrid of the two families. His father is from the Liangzhu family, and his mother is from the Xueta family.

Rog is in charge of the Angry Hammer family. Their forging skills support all the weapons supplies throughout the city. They are adept at smelting metals, transforming the products of the mole family into razor-sharp swords.

The people of the Feiyan family are as light as swallows when they fight. They are good at using bows and arrows, and prefer to ride and shoot. Their lord is the city's legendary marksman Duirin.

The last family is the Sacred Tree family. They often wore green heavy armor and carried long swords and heavy shields. They are mighty warriors who will always protect the people of Turgon.

That's what Metlin knows about the Twelve Families of Gondolin.

In addition to this, Maiglin became very good friends with Turgon's daughter Igir. They often walk around the city together and talk about everything. Maiglin knew that he would never be able to be a partner with Igsil, because they were inbreeding. So McGreen thinks it's not bad to keep it in this way.

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Fifty-five years later.

It was a winter evening. Despite the presence of Ehorias, the wind on the plains of Tum* is a bit chilly. A biting wind blew through the streets of Gangdolin, and the fir trees on both sides of the street cowered in the wind. It snowed the other day, and there was a thin white carpet of snow piling up on the streets of Gondolin. When the wind blows, the snow falls from the top of the fir trees and hits the middle of the street.

There was no one on the road, everyone hid in their homes, lit dry firewood in the fireplace and chatted to keep warm. But on the street that should have been silent, a pair of teenagers and girls came over at this time. The boy was Maigrin, and the maiden was Egrel. They followed the street to the big market east of Gondolin. There were supposed to be a lot of people trading here, but on this winter evening it was empty.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps on the road to King's Square. Maiglin looked there and saw that it was Salgant who was running. Maiglin frowned at first, then tried to control his expression as he looked at Salgant, who came to them panting.

"Is there anything wrong with you, my lord?" asked Mailin.

Salgant bent over and gasped for a full minute, then spoke: "Your Majesty Turgun wants to see you!" Mai Green saw a reluctant expression on Sargante's face. He looked back at Izir, who nodded to him, then turned away from them, and Maigrin followed Sargant to the King's Tower.

They went around to the front of the King's Tower and entered through the main entrance. Maiglin saw Turgong sitting on his throne with a guard beside him and a scepter in a tray in his hand. Judging by the markings on it, it is the scepter of the Mole family. When Turgong saw Mai Green enter, he immediately beckoned to him gracefully. Maiglin stepped forward, but Salgant turned his back and stood in the doorway. It was dark outside, but it was unusually noisy outside the city tonight. Maiglin could hear the sound coming from the north, he had never heard such a sound from the north, it seemed to come from one end of the world to the other. Mai Green felt uneasy, but he didn't care, for he was thinking about the purpose of Turgon's search for him.

When Mai Green walked up to Turgon, Turgong spoke: "You've been here for more than fifty years, Romy...... No, Mai Green?" he saw a fire in Mai Green's eyes as he almost called him Romien. But soon the flame went out. "I have heard that before you came to Gondolin, you visited the capital of the dwarves with your father Eor. I've always heard that your father was a man who knew the minerals very well. He must have a thorough understanding of all kinds of metals. I'm sure you must have learned a lot from him and the dwarves. I hope to be able to reuse that knowledge. Turgong picked up the scepter from the tray and handed it to Mai Green, "I now formally put the leadership of the Mole Family in your hands. From this day forward, you are the lord of the Mole family!"

Mai Green was silent for a long time and did not speak. When he realized what all this meant, he spoke: "Your Majesty's grace is too great, and I am afraid that I will not be able to do it." ”

"Take it! it is the king's will!" said Turgong firmly.

Maiglin reached out and took the scepter. At that moment, he knew that he was no longer an ordinary citizen of Gondolin. He is about to take on the mission of leading a family. He felt entangled in his heart, a person he hated so much, would value himself so much. His desire for revenge was shaken. "Salgant, send Mai Green back to his quarters!" said Turgon.

Salgant bowed and walked away with a look of disdain, and Maigrin knew that Salgant was like this because he was no longer the lord of the two families. Because of his arrival, Salgant's flattery was partially replaced by him. Mai Green snickered in his heart.

He was led by Sargant along the King's Road, which led to the main gate. McGlin noticed that the northern part of the sky was lit up with blood-red fires tonight. The northern sky is as bright as day. The fire, and the cacophony of roar from the north, thought to himself, might indicate what was going on in the steppes of Adegarand.

That's when Salgant spoke, "You're grabbing something that doesn't belong to you, Romian. You'd better be careful, and don't forget that you're still a Sindar elf after all, and you'll never be recognized by the Noldor. ”

A second later, Salgant immediately regretted saying such a thing. Because Maiglin pressed Salgant against the wall with great force in an instant. His arms grabbed Salgant by the neck and lifted him off the ground. Salgant was startled by him, and a feeling of suffocation was eating away at him. "You ......"

"I don't need you to remind me of my origins, lowly Noldor Elf!" said Myglin in a deep voice that struck Sargant in the heart, "Just because I'm a Sindar elf, I'm going to kill you without any scruples!Trust me, it won't take much of me to erase you from this world!You'd better be careful with yourself!" Myglin slowly lowered him down, "Also, my name is Myglin!"

Salgante's throat suddenly opened, and a puff of air rushed into his lungs. He breathed as if he had been reborn. "But you're an ally you can use. I want you to think carefully about whom you should be loyal and against whom you should be enemies in my future plans. ”

"What plan, and who is your enemy?" asked Salgant, holding his hand around his neck.

"The man who killed my father, Turgon. He said, "I'm going to watch him die in agony." Salgant looked at him in surprise for a few seconds to confirm that he wasn't joking. He thought in his heart that this Sindar elf was a complete lunatic. Arettir brought him here to lure the wolf in.

But a strong desire to survive drove him. He knew that this Mai Green would be more ruthless than he had imagined. If he is inevitably involved in this dispute, then he can only choose to side with Mailin. So he knelt down in front of Mai Green and took his hand: "Your Majesty trusts me very much. I'll be your best eyeliner. ”

McGreen nodded. He is finally one step closer to his revenge.

He suddenly felt that their conversation was being overheard. When he looked back, he saw that Izal was behind them. She looked dumbfounded, leaning against the wall and not saying a word. When Mai Green saw her, she immediately fled. Maiglin felt the trick of fate. He cursed Vera in his heart, then looked at Salgant: "Remember your words today! I will watch you in the dark! If you dare to betray me, you will disappear from this world!"

With that, he went after Izir. Igr ran all the way to the main doorway, and Maiglin took advantage of his speed to catch up with Igel under the main door. He took her hand and told her to turn around, only to see her crying. "Tell me it's not true!"

"I'm sorry......" McGreen said.

Maiglin looked at Izir, who was crying. An urge arose in his heart to protect her, and he put his arms around Izher to kiss her, but Izher saw him approaching and struggled desperately. Maiglin held Ishel's body in place, keeping her from moving. Izel smacked him in the face with his hand. Only then did Maiglin give up on this idea, covering his face and taking two steps back.

"Isn't that good?" said Izir, "why can't you keep it the way you are? Just plain life in Gangdorin. Isn't that happy?" she sighed, "You're too much like your mother!"

Izir nudged him, then turned away. Maiglin tried to grab her and put his hand on her shoulder. Ishel stopped. "Let's not talk to each other in the future! I think it's good for you and me. Igher pushed away Maiglin's hand and continued, "What I see today, I will not tell my father. I hope you will give up on such ideas as soon as possible. Your father is not worthy of your revenge for him like this. ”

Izal departed. Mai Green's hand hung in front of him, as still as a sculpture. He began to feel guilty in his heart for his revenge. He felt shaken like never before.

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One autumn day the following year, Turgun was taking a boring walk on the plain of Tum*. He was followed by Mai Green and two attendants. When they were on their way back to Gondolin, they saw a big bird flying in the sky. It was a group of giant eagles that lived in the Creselling Peaks. That giant eagle is Sorondo, the king of eagles. They saw an elf in his claws. He landed straight in front of them, his wings blowing in gusts of wind. The two waiters covered their eyes with hoods.

"Protect the King!" shouted Mai Green, nearly drawing his sword, Angverel.

Turgon pressed his hand and motioned for him to remain respectful. Mai Green tucked his sword back into its scabbard and bowed slightly to Thorondo. The King of the Giant Eagle placed the elves caught in his talons on the ground in front of them. And they saw that the elf was dead, and he lay on the ground. Both Maiglin and Turgun were taken aback. But Turgon's surprise came from another reason, the dead elf was actually his father, Fen Guoqing.

"What's wrong with my father?" said Turgon, kneeling in front of Finn Command's body.

"O ignorant king of Turgon, just last winter, when you were living here in peace, the Fourth Battle of Beleriand had begun. Your father, Fen Guoxuan, died heroically in the challenge to Morgoth. Solondo said in a deep voice.