Six years ago.

East Bereriand was ruled by the sons of Fëanor. However, their domination was mainly concentrated in the northern part of East Beleriand. This is mainly because of the importance of the Angban Siege. In order to strengthen the Angban siege, most of the Noldor Elves moved north. But that's just one reason.

There is a large river in East Beleri Ryan that can be compared to the West Ryan River, called the Galien River. Although the flow of this river is not as good as that of the West Ryan River, the flow is longer than that of the West Ryan River. The Galien River originates from the northern part of East Beleriande and runs through the entire East Bereriand from north to south. To the south, six rivers flowing down from the Blue Mountains Erideluin join the Gaelian River. The six rivers from north to south are the Askar, Charros, Legolin, Brilsor, Duylweyne and Abdulrant. This area is known as Osiriande, the "Land of the Seven Rivers".

Another reason why the land was almost free from the rule of the sons of Fëanor was that it was home to a large number of Nando elves. They are another ethnic group that is different from the Noldor and Sindar.

However, the land was mostly a vast plain, so the sons of Fëanor often went south to hunt here. In addition to them, Finrod, the son of Finafin, who lives in Nagoslund, also comes here to hunt.

In the middle of the Ered Luin Range, there is a peak called Mount Domid, which is on the side of the mountain towards Beleriand. On the other side of the mountain range are two great submountain cities: Beregost and Nogrod. These two cities are inhabited by a race other than elves. The elves called them dwarves because of their small stature. Back when the Noldor elves first came to Beleriand, they befriended the dwarves.

There is a winding mountain road around Mount Domid, through which dwarves can enter Beleriand. In the old days, the dwarves built a road from Mount Domid and went west along the Askar River. The road crosses the main stream of the Gaylian River at the Sarn al-Aslad ferry, and joins the vast plain after leaving the Land of the Seven Rivers. This avenue is the dwarven road.

It's early spring, and there's still a little snow in the grass. From a distance, it looks like white flowers blooming on the plains. There was still a little chill in the air. But the earth has awakened.

It was dusk, and a deer was grazing on the plain with its head down. It felt the abundance of moisture contained in it, so it knew that spring had arrived. But it didn't know that it was the last spring it had ever seen.

In the dim sunlight, an arrow suddenly flew and plunged into the hard soil in front of the deer. The deer immediately turned around and ran away. Another arrow came and landed on its back. The deer fell to the ground and slid some distance on the ground.

The deer didn't move, and the sound of horses' hooves came from behind it. Three fur-clad elves approached on white horses.

"Finrod, you're good at archery!" said one of the elves. He held the reins in one hand, as his other hand was just an empty sleeve, which looked like it had been cut off.

He was Mezlos, the head of the sons of Fëanor. His eyes betrayed a steadfastness and bravery that surpassed all the other Noldor royal clans.

The other elf replied, "Yes, Mezlos." He also had a wooden bow in his hand. His eyebrows were grim, but they showed enthusiasm.

The last elf suddenly said, "Brother, you have entered the land of seven rivers in front." We were not very welcome to the Nando elves there. He raised his finger and pointed to the east. His gestures are as poetic as his looks. He was the second largest of the sons of Fëanor.

Ahead, the grass on the ground gradually decreases and thins into an avenue.

The other two also turned their heads to look ahead and nodded. "Go back, the plains behind us are more suitable for hunting, because ahead, the nature-loving green elves may not understand our actions. "The Green Elves are another name for the Nando Elves. Just as the Sindar elves are called grey elves.

So they turned their horses around and returned to the plain they had just passed. They headed for the setting sun, which was about to fall below the horizon. Soon, it was getting dark. The mouths of the three elves exhaled with water vapor.

I thought that the silent night had come, but there was a singing voice behind them. Finrod stopped his horse and turned back to follow the sound, where he saw in the distance the light of the fire flickering on the banks of the Askar River in the west. Suddenly, he had a feeling that he had to go and see what was going on there.

"What's wrong?" asked Mezlos.

Finrod shook his head and turned the horse back again. "Go back to the west first, and I'll go there." Finrod waved his hand, "I think I must go, there will be a time later, son of Fëanor!" he left only his back as he hurried away, while Mezlos and Margalore looked at each other in confusion under the cold early spring crescent moon.

Finrod didn't know how long he had ridden forward, except that the crescent moon was in front of him at the beginning, and when he looked up once, the moon was already above his head. The fire in front of him was getting brighter and brighter, and the two of them were no longer visible behind them. He knew that the hunt was over.

The singing became unusually clear at the end. Finrod could hear the voices of men and women, like a group. At this time, Finrod saw the huge camp ahead. Several bonfires were lit in the camp, and groups of people sang and talked merrily around the campfires. This group of people is strange-looking. The man's chin and mouth have a dwarf-like beard, and his body is not as slender as that of an elf. In addition to this, many of them had furrows on their faces, which were the marks of time.

When he rode up to them, the group stopped singing and looked at Finrod with alarm, as if they were watching a strange beast. Finrod jumped off his horse and bowed to them.

The group of people sitting on the ground also returned the salute, which made their expressions relax a little. Suddenly, a man with wrinkles and slightly gray hair stepped out of the crowd. If you don't look at the skin color, you will even mistake him for an oak because of the wrinkles on his face. He seemed to be the oldest in the crowd.

"Hello, are you Vera?" the old man asked, "you look full of glory." ”

Finrod was surprised: "Do you speak Sinda?" Sinda is the common elven language of Beleriand.

The old man nodded: "Yes, there used to be guys who taught us languages. But we don't want to mention those people. He frowned, and then added, "My name is Balan, the patriarch of this family. We are human beings. ”

Finrod's eyes widened, and he grabbed Balan's shoulders, and a few* got up, and watched warily again. "You are humans, there was a prophecy that you would wake up!" he said, letting go of his shoulders, "I am Finrod Ferragond, king of Nagothlund. ”

Balan nodded, "So, Lord Finrod." Are you Vera? Legend among us is that there is a Divine Vera in the West, and they are the hosts of the Divine Light. And your face looks like a glow of wisdom. ”

"No, I'm not. I'm the Noldor Elf. He said, "Vera has a higher level of wisdom than I do." There is no one else in the world. But the divine light which you speak of them presiding, I have seen with my own eyes. ”

"So," said Balan, "can you tell me where I can find Vera?" some of us headed west in search of the light, thinking we would see it over the Blue Mountains. But I saw only the vast plains. ”

Finrod shook his head regretfully: "It's useless, you can't go there. The Villas shut their world to the outside world. And the light you hoped for has long since been destroyed. Suddenly, Finrod looked up, "You said some of you, who else but your family?"

Balan smiled, and from his body he could see a kind of casualness that humans were different from elves. Elves reveal a noble temperament in whatever they do, while humans are very casual.

"Sit down, Lord Finrod!" he opened his hand to the ground. Finrod walked over to the campfire and sat down, and Baran sat next to him. When he walked among the humans just now, the eyes of the humans turned to respect for him.

"There are three families," said Balan as he sat down, "my family, the House of Haradin, and the House of Marrych. We were the first to cross the Blue Mountains. The patriarch of the House of Marreh is Marreh, while the House of Haradin does not have a patriarch because they do not like to be ruled. Now our people are confused and need someone to guide us. We are willing to swear allegiance to that person. Master Finrod, you say you have seen the divine light, and you must be very wise, can you guide us?"

Finrod hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm willing to do what I can." ”

"That's wonderful!" "We are willing to pledge our allegiance to you!" he cried out, "King Ferragond!"

"King Feragonde, King Feragonde!" repeated the other humans.

Finrod stood up and bowed again: "In this case, Balan, I will accept your allegiance. Your people will be given a place among the Noldor Elves, and you will travel to my kingdom to serve me for the rest of your long life. ”

Balan also stood up: "It's not long, I'm 48 years old, and I'll be old in a few decades." The people around fell silent and fell silent.

Finrod also became serious, just because they talked about death. His brow furrowed, "Getting old?" he shook his head, "I'm sorry, our race has an eternal lifespan, and I don't understand your old age. He knew that it would be inappropriate to talk about it any further, so he continued, "Then I will go back to Nakoth Lund first, and a messenger will be sent to fetch you shortly." You and your people wait here for a while. When you travel to my land, your people will need a leader. I need to meet your heir. ”

Balan nodded and waved to the crowd. A young human boy stood up from the campfire and came to Baran's side, looking at Finrod. The young man's appearance may have been dull in front of Finrod, but he was resolute and handsome among humans.

"This is my son, Balaam. He is 21 years old. ”

Finrod looked at the young man, "Son, you look very brave. He looked up and down, "I'm sure you'll have the ability to take over the responsibility of leading your family." Once your father is gone, I want you to march into the depths of Beleriand. Get out of here, because the Green Elves here won't welcome you. Head north and find a suitable place to settle down. You may have thought that crossing the Blue Mountains was the paradise you had been seeking. No, it's hell. The war is eroding our land. In war, you will be our best allies. ”

Balaam looked at him steadfastly. "Wait!" said Finrod, "your name is Balaam, and your son's name is Balaam." It's hard to tell the difference, isn't it. Therefore I wish to call you in the language of the Noldor. ”

"What is that name, Lord Finrod?"

"Beo, kid. He said to the 48-year-old Baran. Balan looks much older than Finrod, but it is true that Finrod is an elder to Balan, "In my kingdom you will be called Beo, and this name will be recorded in the history of the Noldor." ”

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With a rumbling sound, the wooden door at the end of the hidden path closed. The cave was plunged into darkness. Glorfindel pulled out a Fianor lamp from his waist, and the cavern was dimly illuminated. The lamp also illuminated Glorfindel's long blond hair. The voices in the cavern were unusually clear. The sound of running water echoed in the cave. The sound of the water sometimes sounds very close, sometimes far away, so it is difficult to judge the distance of the wadi.

Glorfindel leads a white steed. The steed gasped and made a popping sound. Glorfindel patted the horse's back, "Take it easy, Asfarus." ”

The steed was riding Arityr. Because it was hot summer, Arettir only wore a thin white light silk dress. In the blue glimmer of the Fianor lamp, Aretir's white skin and graceful figure shine.

Behind her are Exerian and Egalmos. Exerian hid his face in the blackness of his hair, and his whole expression was filled with sadness. A dark sadness.

And Egalmos is the opposite of him. There was a constant alertness in his eyes, his head was raised high, and he looked around. His face was brightly lit in the light.

Thus they passed through the path of concealment. The moment the princess finally stepped out of the hole, she took a deep breath.

It's like never breathing in your life.

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And so they went south along the wadis. When I came out of the hole, it was almost noon, and the blazing sun was scorching the earth in the sky. Aspharos, the horse, flicked his mane and tail restlessly.

After walking for a few miles, they stopped and rested beside the wadi. It was afternoon, and the earth was radiating heat, so as soon as Arettir jumped off her horse and sat on the grass, she began to sweat. Naturally, not to mention the three lords, except for Exerian. He didn't seem to be hot at all, and his expression was still full of sadness. Egalmos took out the bread from his bag and nibbled on a few bites to fill his hunger. Glorfindel held the reins in his hand as usual, though his steed did not appear to be fleeing, and looked docile.

"Thank you, three lords. Arettir smiled and said, "Thank you for accompanying me on my trip." She smiled and looked at the wadi, "Seriously, I've forgotten what the outside world is like. Aside from the time I moved here from Wenyama, I hardly ever visited the land. ”

Egalmos nodded, "Yes, Princess." And that migration reminded me of another, much older migration, on a much larger scale. ”

Glorfindel interrupted him, "Are you talking about the first westward migration of the elves? ”

Egalmos nodded, "Okay, Lord of the Golden Flower." He smiled and looked up at the sky, "I was among them. I was young, and His Majesty Turgong hadn't even been born at that time. But I remember vividly that we woke up under the stars on the shores of Lake Queviln. It was also the first moment of the world that the elves could remember. At that time, the elves had three major tribes: Minya, Tatya, and Nairya. I belong to the Tatya clan. At that time, Olomi, the god of hunting, found us on a tall horse, Nahar. He provided us with guidance and advocated for us to go to the continent of Amen in the west. In those years, the sun and moon did not exist, and at any given time, there was only the dim glow of the stars in the sky. And Olomi tells us that there is a light of wisdom on the continent of Amen, and that light comes from the twin sacred trees of Terperian and Laurelin. He told us that if we went to the West, we would be able to live with the gods.

But, with that said, Olomi left. We are lost in the dark, nervous and excited, and will be skeptical. We began to disagree, with some willing to believe Olomi and others feeling like a liar. Since Olomi hadn't returned long after she left, we waited at a loss. Finally, after some time, the sound of horses' hooves regained in the darkness, and we saw Olomi returning. He chose an emissary from each of the three tribes to go to the west to witness the Twin Sacred Trees and all that Olomi had said. The three messengers were Ingway, Fenway, and Elway. The three of them left under the guidance of Olomi, but this time they returned shortly after. We found that they didn't look the same as before: their faces looked handsome, and they spoke with authority and persuasion. Most crucially, there was a faint glow on their faces, which we guessed was the afterglow of the light of the Twin Sacred Trees. When they returned, they called the people to the west. Soon, more than half of the elves were willing to follow them to the west. All of the Minya elves left with Ingwe, who came to be known as the Vanya elves, most of the Tatya elves were willing to leave, and they recognized Fenway as king, and later called the Noldor, and only half of the Nairya, the most numerous, were persuaded to be called the Tellerians and Elway as king. But there were two kings of the Telleri clan, the other being Elwe's younger brother Orwe. That's because although the Tellerians are only half of the Nairya, they still far outnumber the other two. And so the mighty migration began. ”

He stopped suddenly: "Princess, maybe we have rested too long. ”

Exerian, who had been silent, spoke: "I'm afraid so. It's three days to get to the ferry, and we should hurry before dark. ”

Arettir nodded and mounted on his horse. They continued south along the wadis.

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On the evening of the first day, they were not able to reach the crossing of Bulishiach, but only to the mouth of the wadi that joins the West Ryan River. Because of the fatigue of the journey, the four of them wrapped themselves in blankets and rested on the ground very early. Although it is hot during the day, it is cold at night due to the contrast between the heat of the day and the clear and cloudless night sky. All four of them shrank in the blankets and shivered, and Arettir felt like she hadn't fallen asleep until the middle of the night. It's been two hundred years since she last spent the night in the wilderness, and she's long since forgotten what the outside world was like. Now she felt familiar and alien to the land outside. Sleeping on the ground made her feel unaccustomed, and the noise of insects on the plains kept Arettir awake for a long time. She felt something crawling over her skin, but she didn't want to bother with it, she just wanted to fall asleep quickly, knowing they were going to go on their way at dawn tomorrow.

Suddenly, she noticed the sound of water murmuring next to her. She had never noticed that the sound of water was so beautiful. To her, the sound of the water at this moment was even more beautiful than the singing that lingered over the city of Gondolin. It was the sound of the West Ryan River. She muttered, "Uomu, the lord of the waters......"

Then, she slowly fell asleep.

She slept well at night, as if she were in her own bed. At dawn, she was the first to wake up. The banks of the river are not high, as they also belong to the valley of the wadis. She came to the West Ryan River and squatted down, picked up some river water, and splashed it on her face. She looked east, and the eastern skyline was black, but above it was a rising sun. She knew that the black patch was the Valley of Horrible Death, Nandon Doom, a place she wished she hadn't been to for the rest of her life.

She stood up by the river and walked over to the white steed Aspharos. The white steed had been standing there with his head down and eating the grass for a long time. The grass of the Timbar Plain is relatively lush, and because the plain is bordered by peaks to the north, the vast woodlands of the Kingdom of Dorias to the south, and rivers to the east and west, this structure does not make Dinbar not as affected by the heat as the rest of Beleriand.

Arettir stroked the horse's back, "Good work, Asfarus. The horse raised its head and made a popping sound, as if in reply.

Nearby, in the West Ryan River, several fish emerged to breathe, opening and closing their mouths, as if to wake up the other lords who were still asleep. Arettir went back to where she had slept and put the blanket away.

Asfarus walked to the bank of the wadi and lowered his head to drink. First there was a crackling sound, followed by a few loud swallows, and Asfarus shook his head to remove the river from his mouth. The mane on the back of his neck swayed together. After shaking the water dry, Asfarus let out a hissing sound.

This neighing woke the owner of the horse, Grofindel. Glorfindel jumped to his feet. He looked at the princess and nodded, and the princess returned the salute. He put away the blanket and put it in his horseback bag, then left the crowd with a bow on his back. When he returned, he had two dead rabbits in his hands, and the rabbits had arrows stuck in their bodies, and blood was dripping on the grass. At this time, the other two lords also woke up. "The food problem for the next few days is solved, princess. ”

He took two hooks out of his horseback pocket and hung the two rabbits in the saddle. And then they set off again. Two more days passed. During this time, they continued to move south along the West Ryan River. The terrain gradually became higher at first, and in that part of the area they walked on the shore much higher than the river. Then the terrain turned down, and finally, when they reached the crossing of Bulishiakh, the bank of the river was no higher than the river. The Bulliah Ferry is a wide wooden bridge over the West Ryan River. It was noon on the third day. Then they crossed the West Ryan River and came to the main road on the other side. On the south side of the avenue is a forest of fruit trees, which is the Bryhill Forest. They didn't stop until late in the evening. They hung the reins of Asphalus on the trees and cut down some of them to make a bonfire. As he was cutting down the tree, Exelian faintly heard a voice from deep in the forest.

They sat down around the campfire. It was getting dark. Glorfindel removed the remaining rabbit from the saddle, the other had been eaten by them in the previous two days. Then he took an arrow from the quiver and stuck it in the rabbit and held it up to the fire.

"Rainbow Lord, please continue!" Arettir said.

Egalmos looked at her, "Your Highness, do you mean about the Great Migration?" Arettir nodded, and he said, "Okay." Since the beginning of the migration, the Fanya have been at the forefront, followed by the Noldor, and the Teleri at the end. Elway, King of Tellery, and Fenway, King of Noldor, are close friends. As a result, Elway would often leave his people to meet and talk to Fenway and return to his own people, even while on the move. On their way to migration, the elves encountered a steep mountain range. The top of the mountain was covered with mist. That's why we call it West Zagrad, the 'Misty Mountains'. The Vanya and Noldor crossed the Misty Mountains via Carranras, the Red Horn, but the Tellerians were so numerous that many of them chose to give up before they could climb the mountains. They later remained in the forests of the Anduin Valley at the eastern foot of the Misty Mountains, where they became known as the Nando Elves. In addition to them, most of the Tellerians have also made their way to the other side of the mountains. "Time passed, and the bright full moon hung in the air, surprisingly large, and seemed to burn. Egalmos coughed, "The great plain they passed through later became known as Eriador. The elves waded through Eriador and then over the Blue Mountains into Beleriand. The first two tribes crossed the West Ryan River and then turned south to the Bay of Barral. At the same time, the Tellerians only reached the Galien Valley. At that time we witnessed a real miracle, a huge island in the middle of the sea that came like a giant wooden ship. But the island was not moved by itself, but was drawn by the great water god Wu Oumu. He dragged the island into the Bay of Barral so that we could board it. We were on the islands, watching U'omu lead us westward, across the Sea of Bellegail, and onto the sacred continent of Amen. ”

Glorfindel had been silently roasting rabbit meat until he listened to Egalmos narrate, when he suddenly spoke: "Of all the Veras, I have the most respect for Uomu. Even now, when all Vera has abandoned the Noldor, he is willing to care for us, cursed, sinful Noldor elves. Glorfindel's long blonde hair shimmered in the fire. He held the rabbit up closer, and the meat had taken on a golden yellow color similar to that of his hair, and crystal clear oil was dripping from the rabbit meat. He put the rabbit on the ground, and the four men divided the rabbit and began to eat it.

"But it's also because the power of the Vera has been limited to Amen, and only Uommu is everywhere," Egalmos said. After all, where the water is, there is him. ”

"What about the Tellerians? You didn't say anything about them. Arettir asked. She finished the rabbit meat she had just been given. After that, the other lords also finished eating.

"This starry sky really reminds me of those years, there is no sun and moon in the world, and the stars are our only destination. Egalmos raised his head and stared at the stars, "Your Highness Princess, forgive me for ruining your pleasure, but it's too late. ”

Exerian nodded, and they fell asleep around the campfire.

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The next day, as soon as the sun rose in the east, Glorfindel awoke. After he got up, he glanced at Asfarus, "You haven't eaten anything in a few days, have you?" he smiled and looked up at the fruit tree next to him.

Grofindel took the bow off his back, took out an arrow, brushed the feathers off the tail of the arrow, and took out the skin of the rabbit he had eaten last night and wiped it on the arrow. Then he put the arrow on his bow and shot it at one of the fruits of the tree. The force of the impact tore off the branches of the fruit, which slipped off as the fat lubricated by the arrows. Glorfindel reached out and caught it, walked over to Asphalos, and fed the fruit to the horse's mouth. Asphalus twitched his mouth in pleasure, half-squinting, and flicking his tail.

Soon, everyone else woke up one after another. They packed up the blankets on the ground, and Egalmos extinguished the sparks in the fire with a cover of earth. They continued west along the main road, this time for a full six days. During this time, because they were busy on the road, they did not talk to each other much, and generally walked in silence on the road, and rested as soon as they stopped. Then they reached the fork in the road. After encamping there, Grofindel prepared to cut wood in the Brehill Forest on the south side of the main road. He came to the edge of the forest, drew the dagger from his waist and began to chop branches, he felt something watching him, and it was full of hostility. He vaguely felt that the hostility stemmed from the tree-cutting behavior he was going on right now.

As Glorfindel brought back the firewood, he said, "The road has branched off on this side, going south and north. We will take it to the north, as it will take us to Heathlum, the territory of Finland. The road south leads deep into the Bryhill Forest, where the grey elves of the Dorias Forest live, they don't welcome the Noldor elves, and there is no reason for us to go there. ”

Exerian nodded, and Egalmos began to light a fire. Arettir spoke, "Speaking of which, it's time to continue telling us what happened to the Tellerians during the Great Migration, Rainbow Lord?"

Egalmos glanced at her, and the flame just flickered up: "Yes, Your Highness Princess. It's almost time. I'm sure tonight we'll be able to finish all the stories about the Great Migration. But I'll have to go back in time to the time when the Noldor didn't even reach the seashore. At that time, the Noldor were stationed in the forests of Nildoris and Rigian. These two forests now form the kingdom of the Grey Elves, Doriath. On one occasion, Elway, the leader of the Tellerian tribe, left his people as he had always done to meet with his best friend Fenway at the Noldor Quarters. But everything changes when he passes by the starlit forest South Elmos. There, although the light is dim, the starlight can be sprinkled into the forest. Crucially, the forest that night was filled with the calls of nightingales. It is said that the forest has a magical power that can make those who enter it fall in love with the place. ”

"Yes, if it's fate, I'd like to go to this forest to witness it. Arettir lowered her head just now and suddenly raised herself, "So, Rainbow Lord, did Elway stay because of the beauty of the forest?"

"You're half right," he said, "and he did, but for more than that. At that time he heard another voice besides the call of the nightingale. It was the beautiful singing voice of a woman, and he saw a graceful figure dancing in the faint light. He instantly fell in love with this figure, and a force pulled him to get closer to this woman. Later, he learned that this woman was none other than Maia Meian, one of the Veras. He fell in love with the lesser god, and Elway forgot about his people, forgot his plans, and stayed with Merian. Some of Elwe's people searched for him, but couldn't find him. As a result, a large part of the Tayleri elves remained because they did not want to abandon their leader. Elwe's younger brother Orway inherited the throne and took the other Tellerie Elves with him. For Elwe's Elves who stayed behind, Elwee finally found Elwee and honored him as king. They are what we call the Gens of the Sindar tribe, and Elway is the current king of the kingdom of Doriath, Eru Singar. Merian is his queen. They reside in the capital of the Kingdom of Doriath, the 'Thousand Grottoes' of the Minni Kingdom. ”

"And then, how did the people of Orway get to Amen?" asked Glorfindel.

Egalmos picked up a branch from the ground and stirred the flames: "When they came to the shore, they could only watch blindly. for U'omu and our people have departed. At that time, on the coast, the only gods who accompanied these elves were the two of Uommu's men, Maia Ossi and Uni. The scope of their capabilities can only be all the rivers and lakes of the Middle-earth continent and the coast of Middle-earth. Later, the Noldor were saddened by their parting with the Teller. So Fenway asked Uomu for it. U'omu agreed to him, and connected the people of Orwei by the sea to the moving island. The secondary god Osi, was reluctant because his power could not reach the West. And he didn't want the Tellery Elf to leave him. He persuaded them to stay. Indeed, some of them were moved by him, and they stayed on the shores of Middle-earth, calling themselves the elves of Farras, and king the shipbuilder Chirdan. They have two main cities, which are Gravel Sombal and Eglarest. Later, they also counted themselves as members of the Grey Elves, and honored Singar as the High King. Orway, on the other hand, took the rest of the Telleri to Amen. He sighed, "This is the Great Migration, and the beginning of the history of our elven race. Arettir finally filled in the void of history in his mind.

After listening, they slept wrapped in blankets as usual.

I don't know what's wrong, Arettir feels uncomfortable sleeping tonight. She felt like she was being watched. That feeling comes from the forest not far from the south side of the main road. That forest must be the Brehill Forest, she thought. Then that land should now be the land of Singar. She guessed she was being secretly followed by some astute gray elves. Her heart fluttered at the thought of this: she had never dealt with the Grey Elves before.

So in this feeling of discomfort and excitement, she forced herself to sleep not very well.

After all, tomorrow was the day she let the other lords know his true intentions.

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Arettir woke up early the next morning. Anyway, I didn't sleep well yesterday, she thought. When she awoke, she quietly put away the blanket and put it on her horse, then tiptoed on Asphalos and walked towards the road. Asphalus began to make a popping sound, which caused Exerian to wake up.

He opened his eyes and saw that Arityl had walked some way. At this time, Arityl was walking towards the fork in the road to the south. She walked a little further and she would be into the Brehill Forest. Exerian jumped up from the ground.

"His Highness Arityr!" he called out to Arityr, "where are you going?"

Arettir didn't look back, and twitched the reins. Asphalus flew out tamely. Exerian immediately chased after him, but the distance between him and the princess was getting farther and farther away. The other two lords behind him also jumped up and caught up. They started chasing as soon as they opened their eyes, so they simply didn't have time to pick up the blankets that had been placed on the ground. Luckily, the rest of the luggage was on Asfarus' back. Arettir rode at the front, followed by Exerian and then two other lords.

After a few minutes of pursuit, Exerian saw the princess enter the border of the Brihill Forest. He knew that such a rash entry into the territory of the Sindar elves would not lead to good results. So he settled down at the edge of the forest. He gasped for breath and braced his hands on his knees. The two lords then caught up. "Did the princess go in?" asked Egalmos, gasping as well.

Suddenly, there was a neighing of horses from the forest. The three lords looked at each other in surprise and rushed into the gloomy forest of Brihil. The moment they entered the forest, all three lords felt a fear that their whereabouts were completely mastered. But when they subconsciously look around, they can't see anyone.

At this time, an arrow flew out of nowhere and landed on the ground in front of the three lords. About ten elves rushed out from behind the surrounding trees. They all had wooden bows in their hands, and their backs were full of arrows. These elves have gray hair, but their eyes are dark black. Their skin is grayer than that of the Noldor Elves, and their eyes are a little wild, but they are less intelligent than the Noldor Elves. They wore gray cloaks and appeared very hidden in the woods. The front chest of the cloak is held in place with a leaf-shaped brooch. They are the spirits of the Sindar tribe. The gray elves pointed their bows at the three lords. Behind the Sindar elves, they saw Arityr, who had also been caught. An elf clung to Asfarus' reins to restrain it.

The three lords raised their hands, indicating that they would not act rashly.

Out of this group of gray elves came a man who seemed to be the leader of the team. He looked at everyone with a scornful look in his eyes. "You Noldor elves are not welcome here, outsiders. His eyes swept over everyone's faces, "Besides, you cut down trees at the northern edge of the forest. We are disgusted by people who think they are offending nature!"

Egalmos looked at the princess as if to blame her. Arettir bowed his head.

"I don't know what your purpose is for entering our borders, but I'll figure it out!" said the leader, "Take them away! We'll think about what to do with them!" He beckoned to the attendants on either side, "blindfold them!"

The four of them were blindfolded and pushed forward under the push of the elves. They walked for an unknown amount of time, and when the blindfold was removed, they found themselves under a stout tree. By this time it was already dark. The four of them were standing together at the moment, and the leader was ordering his subordinates to do things. "Princess, why are you running!" asked Grovindel, taking advantage of the gap.

"I'm sorry, lords. She bowed her head and said, "I haven't been telling the truth." Actually, I've been planning to get rid of you on the way. I don't want to be limited by my brother. I long for freedom, so I won't follow you to Fingon's territory. I intend to enter the territory of the Grey Elves and carefully make my way through their kingdom to East Bereriand, after dumping you at a fork in the road. Because what I really want to go to is the territory of the sons of Fëanor. When I was in the West, I had a lot of fun with them. ”

They spoke softly, but the leader-looking man walked over, "That's what you're for?" his eyes became less insulting than before, "No offense, but since your trip is not harmful to our kingdom, then I will let you go." He coughed, "Still, I won't let you pass through our land." Since your destination is the land of the sons of Fëanor, my king will not allow his friends who killed his kinsmen to set foot in Doriath. You can stay in the forest tonight and rest, but you must leave tomorrow. ”

A few ropes hung from the tree, and several gray elves climbed lightly up the ropes. The leader motioned to them, and the three lords climbed up the rope as well. Arettir stood in front of the rope and tugged. "Don't worry, it's made of Heslan, and it won't break. The team leader said.

Arettir tried several times, but they didn't work, so she had to spend the night under a tree with a few archers. Luckily, he was accompanied by Asfarus. When the three lords climbed up, they found that they had come to a platform built on top of a tree. There are fountains and elaborate decorations on the platform. Then the leader climbed up as well. "Hello, you must be the lord of the Noldor elves. I am Beleg, the Frontier Keeper of Doriath. People call me 'Strongbow'. ”

The three lords knew this title, and the reputation of the strongbow Belege was high even among the Noldor elves.

"Sleep on this platform to-day!" said Berleg, "and it is not convenient for the elf who is traveling with you to climb up, and my men will protect her tonight." With that, he walked to the platform. The platform is not as sheltered from the sky as in the woods below, and the view from the platform is wide and you can see the starry sky.

Egalmos followed. "The northern sky is dark," Bellege said, "and the constellation of Villachirka is dark. Vera's Scythe seemed to have lost its power. This does not bode well. The world is changing, you can feel it, don't you?" he looked at Egalmos.

Egalmos nodded.

"A group of species called Humans have migrated from the Blue Mountains with the intention of settling in Beleriand. This is exactly what I, Wang Xingge, are worried about. He was afraid that the elves would mingle with them. He swore that he would not let humans live in the kingdom of the Sindar. However, I think that the oath will be broken, and there will be a human entering Doriath. Beleg finished and stepped aside. Egalmos returned to the other two lords. Belleg's words lingered in his heart for a long time.

Exerian picked up his flute and played a tune. Tonight, none of them wanted to sleep.

Can't sleep.

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The sun rises, and the fountain on the platform reflects the sun's glorious golden light. Belleg, along with the three lords, climbed off the platform and joined the princess. Arettir mounted on his horse. Beleg's men brought them new blankets. Belleg led them back the way they came. This time they were not blindfolded.

Coming to the edge of the forest, Belleg stopped. "We shouldn't see each other again, stranger. I'll leave it at that!" With that, he turned and ran into the forest, hiding in the woods.

The four men stood at the edge of the forest at a loss, and they had already returned to the main road. They looked north, and about a mile away was the fork in the road. "Princess, you were really too reckless this time. I hope you don't do this kind of thing again. Egalmos said.

"Yes, princess!" said Grofindel, turning his head to look at the princess and tossing his waist-length blonde hair, "but what are you going to do next? If we bypassed their homeland from the south, I'm afraid it would take too much time. It would be too dangerous to take a detour through the valley to the north of them. ”

Arettir had been keeping her head down just now, but now she suddenly looked up at Grofindel, "No! I will not give up my journey to the territory of the sons of Fëanor!" she said, "I will pass through the terrible valley of death in the north! I would rather experience unknown horrors than be imprisoned by my brother!" her hand clenched the reins, "and when you come out of the valley, it will be Himmlard, where the fortress of the brothers Kellegun and Kurufin guards the Aglon Pass." There you can part ways with me and go back to Gondolin. If you don't want to send me there, we'll pass through the entrance of Gondolin again on our way anyway, and you can go back directly!"

The three lords looked at each other the same, and they all understood the danger of the valley. But they couldn't stop the princess. They know Arityr, who has always been stubborn. Besides, if they did go straight back, Turgong would be disappointed in them. So they tacitly decided to accompany the princess to where she wanted to go.

They returned the same way they had traveled, and spent eleven days returning to the ferry port of Bulihiakh. At noon on the day they arrived at the ferry, a puff of smoke drifted from the north. It floated high at first, obscuring the sun, but that afternoon the smoke had settled down and they could barely see the road. Therefore, they rested for a whole day at the ferry. On this day, there has been a strong smell of choking in the air.

The next day, the smoke was a little thinner, although the thick clouds in the sky had not dispersed. They didn't know what time it was, but it was probably an hour after dawn. They began to hurry. At last, at noon on the thirtieth day after leaving Gondolin, they came to the banks of the Mindib River. The river is a barrier between the plains of Dimpal and the Namdon Potsab.

They rode across the river and into the valley of the South Don Pot. The valley was barren and the land was rotting. Many dead trees protruded from the earth, like devil's claws.

Soon the sun sank behind them. The three lords stopped, and Arettir reacted, reining in the reins of his horse. "Why did you stop?"

"Princess, there are dangers in the valley that we don't know about. I think it's better to set up camp and rest at night. Glorfindel said.

The princess spoke, and she was in a hurry now. Because we will soon reach our destination: "It's too early! Wouldn't it be dangerous for us to get out of the valley earlier? If you're afraid, go back to Gondolin!" I'll go alone!"

The princess flicked the reins of her horse, and Asphalus sped forward. The three lords were just about to follow, but they found that the princess was no longer visible in the valley. Exerian chopped down some dead wood and lit three torches. They searched the valley for a long time, but could not find Arityr. As they expected, Arettir left them recklessly once more.

In utter despair, they turned their heads and prepared to go back to Gondolin. Along the way, they didn't say a word, but they were all thinking about what to think of Turgon's explanation. They will lose the trust of Turgon, and the Turgong they love may also fall into grief because of the loss of their sister. At that moment, they saw Turgong in the distance, who was struggling beneath the giant spider. They immediately drew their swords and ran.