Why?, O children of the Noldor, why should we continue to serve the jealous Vera, who not only cannot protect us, but not even their own kingdom from the great enemy! and, though he is now their enemy, are not the two brothers of the same origin? Therefore, vengeance beckons to me, but even if it were not so, I would no longer dwell in the same land as the siblings who killed my father and took my treasures. But I am not the only valiant man among this valiant people, have you not all lost your king, and what have you not lost in this narrow land between the mountains and the sea?

There used to be the light that Vera had been stingy with to give to Middle-earth, but now, the darkness has made all things equal. Are we to mourn here forever in futility? Are we to be a people in the shadows, haunted by the mist, spilling useless tears into the merciless sea, or are we going to return to our homeland? In Quiveen, sweet water flows under the clear starry sky, and the land around us is boundless, where the people of freedom can walk. Everything is still there waiting for us, and how stupidly we abandoned them. Let's get on the road! Let the cowards keep the city!

- Fëanor

The waves of the sea are turbulent. Huge waves crashing against the craggy reef of the coast with a loud roar. There was a very low layer of dark clouds in the sky, and from time to time there flashed white electric light. The faint sound of thunder was indistinguishable from the sound of the waves. A few seagulls glide low above the surface of the sea, making a terrible call. Suddenly, a huge wave rises, and the seagulls are frightened and fly high into the sky.

The sea breeze blows on the surface of the sea, bringing with it a fishy smell. For 100 years, the sea breeze has eroded everything along the coast: reefs, cliffs and cities.

The sky was slightly bright just now, but now the west is red. It was a dark red that blended with the clouds. After a while, it was completely dark.

This sea, known as the Sea of Bellegail, borders the western shore of this continent known as Middle-earth.

The cliffs of the sea have been polished to a smooth surface, reflecting the light. On the edge of the cliff stands a city made of marble and gray rock, right next to the coast. Even when night falls, the city still glows with a mesmerizing white glow. Above the gates of the city is carved a row of Tengwa characters. This is the name of the city: Winyama. On the top of the wall, the flag representing the Finnish family and the emblem of Turgong sway in the sea breeze. Wenyama's main entrance opens to the land. A column of elves walked out of the gate and into the depths of the interior. The queue stretched into the mountains in the distance. Dressed in purple silk cloaks and carrying lanterns in their hands, they led white horses. Their eyes are deep and their expressions are sad, as if they have gone through many years, but they also contain a kind of curiosity and hope for the future of explorers. In the city, the lights of the streets were extinguished one by one, and the holy white light of the city dimmed, and the elves who came out of it went away. The city is gradually becoming empty.

After the last elf in the queue left the city gate, an elf who had been watching from a high tower on the shore for a long time slowly walked down.

The man was slender and had long long black shiny hair. There was a kind of wisdom between his eyebrows. His forehead is high and his eyes are sharp. The bridge of his nose is high, and his ears are slightly pointed. His countenance was clear, and his eyes were firm and deep. He was dressed in precious silk clothes that glowed white. His fingers were slender as if they belonged to a beautiful woman, and his skin was flawless, as if from a baby. In an unknown number of years, by the standards of human beings who have not yet appeared, his appearance will never be possible, extraordinary. There was a faint fragrance around him, which was emanating from the spices of the harbour city of Buchimbal.

This elf is the one who has seen the light of Valinor's twin sacred trees. At that time, the sun and moon had not yet risen in the sky, and the only source of light in the world were these two sacred trees. The light of the sacred tree alternates with gold and silver, which is very sacred, and at a glance, it will have wisdom and appearance beyond ordinary people. But that was more than a hundred years ago. He was the lord and king of Winyamah, an elf of the Noldor tribe, and the son of Finn Turgon.

A minute later, he finally came to the door of the tower and walked out of it. But instead of going straight to the city gate, which faced inland, he walked slowly along the shore.

Winyama is tucked away in the mountains on the coast. Its south face rests against a high mountain. The high mountain against the coast is called Mount Talas. And Turgon's current destination is there. Halfway through, he suddenly stood still and looked to the west, the other side of the sea. However, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. His body leaned forward, and he almost fell off the cliff with an unstable center of gravity. He looked at the glimmer of light on the skyline, and gradually fell into a trance, and said in an extremely charming voice that even a man would be touched by it, "The beauty of Tyrien, I really want to see it again!" The city of Tirien is a paradise blessed by the light of the Twin Sacred Trees. ”

He stared blankly for a few minutes, then suddenly remembered something, and walked again. This time he was a lot faster. The sound of lightning became louder, the wind became stronger, and a great wave flew high, and water splashed on Turgon's face.

He followed a row of steps against the coast and went up the side of Mount Talas near the coast. On that side is a cliff, which is dangerous. The jade steps are as smooth as the cliffs under the polishing of the high waves that often rise. The steps quickly rose to the top of the mountain. At the top of the hill there is a small platform, most of which is occupied by a pavilion. Sometimes, even though the big waves are far below, they will suddenly fly up to the pavilion and then slowly recede.

Turgong entered the pavilion and began to wait. From above, you can still see that the sea surface is spreading a little dense ripples, and the sound of rain resounding across the coast. The waves were also more raging than they were, hitting the shore. In front of him, a wave hit him, and Turgong was startled, closed his eyes and stepped back. But he didn't feel like he was being hit by the water. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a fierce-looking old man. He has long black hair, a beard of the same color as his hair, and several conch shells hanging from it. He wears scale armor and holds a forked halberd made of fishbones.

"Hello. Turgong said, bowing, "Why didn't you come here to meet with the revered god of water, Uomu?"

The old man looked at him and said in a deep voice, "I am Salma, a Maia under Uommou, that is, a lesser god. I'm sure you've heard of the title Maia. He looked to the shore, "U'omu has something to deal with. He's omnipresent, but he can't see everywhere because of it. Another big wave hit the cliff wall by the pavilion, and the water splashed everywhere. The old man spoke, "It's Osi who has come out to make trouble again." He was like a naïve child. He had been assigned to take charge of the farthest sea from mortals because of his repeated mischiefs in the water, but the great water god Uomu still had to find a way to prevent him from causing damage. ”

"As for that," Turgong interrupted him, unable to understand what he was saying, "I have moved all the people to the new city of Gondolin, in the valley of Tum*, according to the instructions of U'omou. ”

Salma then reacted, striking the ground with a fork and making a sound as thick as a drum: "I have brought his next purpose." He lowered his tone and said in a mysterious tone, "Next, you will also stay in Gondolin." The city must remain hidden. The tributaries of the Sirion River flow through this valley, so the divine power of Uomu will be blessed in it. Where the water is, that is, where U'oumu is. To the south of the valley are the Creselin peaks, with the nests of giant eagles. Therefore, the Eagle of the Wind King Zarondo will also guard your realm. U'omu told me that your land will stand up for the longest time in the flames of war. He slowed down, "But Uomu also asked me to convey something else: 'His kingdom will surely be destroyed, for the curse that Vera cast on them a hundred years ago because of the sins of the Noldor will not change.'" The woe of his land will begin with the walls. He must not be overly concerned about what he cares about. True hope will also come from the continent of Amen in the west, the blessed land, the place where they have resolved to leave. So you have to give up something at the right time. Remember it all!"

Turgong kept nodding his head, memorizing the words carefully, and then asked, "When will there be signs, and what is the right time?"

Salma struck the ground with her fork again. The wind and rain outside the pavilion were a little less, and a lightning bolt struck the sea, and a loud bang was heard.

"At that time, a man chosen by fate will come, and his appearance will inform you that the end of Gondolin is near. He will be guided here when he embarks on his journey, so you were previously asked to leave armor and weapons in the palace here. "He is a human being, or as you know it: a later child." ”

Turgong frowned: "Who is he, and when will the children come?"

But before she could hear an answer, Salma's form blurred, and finally turned into a stream of seawater, which flowed down the edge of the pavilion to the cliff. A whisper echoed in the wind: "When the time comes, everything will be clear." ”

The wind was subduing, and the rain had stopped. The sea was calm, and the seagulls began to fly low along the surface again. Turgong looked down at the sea: "I'm afraid that Osi has been stopped. ”

There was a trumpet sound on the sea, low and strong. When Turgong heard this, he couldn't help but feel reluctant to give up on the sea. "This is the sound of Ulumuri, the horn of Uomu, isn't it? The legendary horn sound is so beautiful......

A dolphin jumped out of the water, crossed an arc in the air and fell back into the sea. And Turgong looked at the sea again.