[escrito/inglês] A viagem de Gildor para o conselho de Elrond

[hemispheriomeridional]

A bard speaks:

"We, elves, do call them the Hithaeglir, to those the men call the
Misty Mountains.

"Many stories have been told about these mountains, for great realms
there florished, and vanished. The greatest realm of the Naugrim, the
dwarves, that ever was seen under the clouds of Manwe: Hadhodrond,
Hall of the Hadhod, which is how they call themselves.

"Near Hadhodrond there came to be one great realm, the last great
realm of the Noldor, since the fall of Beleriand, under the waters of
the end of the First Age of the Sun and the Moon: Eregion, Hollin, as
the men would call, and still, maybe, in their short memory, recall.

"But a darkness appeared, and dwelt among the smiths of Celebrimbor
the King, as though the curse of Feanor were still on his shoulders,
and the evil Gorthaur, that we now call Sauron, came under subtle
disguise among our people, and deceived us.

"Many of the works of then were imprisoned by his evil genious. Only
three rings were saved.

"The two realms fell, and the great halls of Hadhodrond, into which
even the feet of many great Noldorin lords have been set, came to be
Moria, the Dark Abyss, inhabited by treacherous creatures, the orcs
of the mountains.

"For many years, some great evil kings have ruled such creatures. The
last two were the Great Goblin, and Bolg.

"The Great Goblin was killed by the blade of Glamdring, by the hands
of Mithrandir, our ally, messenger from the West, that came together
with his four cousins, of whom we know only two to have remained in
Eriador.

"Bolg, was killed in the days of the quest for Erebor, now a
flourishing realm of the Hadhod, in the east, in the days of the fall
of Smaug the Red, as our friend and guest, Bilbo Baggins, is used to
tell us. Bolg was killed by then, by the not so cordial embrace of a
lord of Rhovanion, called Beorn, by many.

"(Some of these things can be found in the book 'There and Back
Again, a Hobbit's Tale', by one of this house's guests, who would be
ashamed to be mentioned, just now, once he is present..."

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[hemispheriomeridional]

Gildor was used to trips, but this time he wasn't so happy. Cirdan had asked him to go to Lothlorien together with the messengers he was sending. He understood Cirdan's worries, but he lamented not to have brought his lute. "I imagine that Gwindor must be having feasts with my dear lute..."

Not that he was sad about going to Lothlorien, not at all. Only, the thought of not returning home so soon as he intended.

Ragnor and Rauros were good companions, and the trip was going to be quick, it seemed. Both were strong as he was, and they were by horse, the three of them. They estimated that they would arrive at the Golden Forest by the middle of the winter.

The autunm was beginning.

 

[hemispheriomeridional]

Hindrun, Gildor's horse was very happy for being out on trip again.

Ragnor:
"So, captain, did you think about the way we're taking?"

Gildor:
"hm-hum... I believe that to take the way to the Baranduin, and then the Green Way. We can go through Nan Curunir, and visit old Saruman, once we're going that way."

 

[hemispheriomeridional]

Walking ahead, Ragnor was looking forward to asking many things to Gildor. It's true that Inglor's son was usually at the Havens, but he used to stay always very little time, once his home was Imladris. Therefore he was always to return as soon as he could. As one of Elrond's main captains, together with the twins, Glorfindel, Gwindor and Aegnor, Gildor always had many affairs, but Elrond trusted noone else to escort the groups that left or passed through Imladris away to the Havens.

Ragnor and Rauros had been born after the fall of Gil-galad, the last of the great Kings of the Eldar. After Gil-galad, noone had been able to gather all the elves under a banner. Thranduil of the Sindar now ruled in the distant Greenwood, and Celeborn, a Sinda, too, of Elu Thingol's house, was lord at the Golden Forest of Galadriel of the Noldor, the daughter of Finarfin, and perhaps the greatest elf on Middle-earth, in these days, but, perhaps Cirdan, although Cirdan did not put himself in the affairs of war, since his youth.

(It was said, and known, they say, by some, that Cirdan had passed the red ring of the elves, the ring of fire, to Mithrandir, soon after his arrival in Middle-earth, which quite made sense. Cirdan would make whatever role he had to endure with the ring of water in his hand, but of fire he knew nothing, and had never known.)

(And it was known that Elrond mastered the ring of air, and Galadriel had the ring of water under her keep.)

"But why was it, what do you think, captain," asked Ragnor, "that master Elrond did not take the stars of Gil-galad to put on his forehead, at the proper time, but that he prefered to let Cirdan shut them for long, and now noone knows what happened with the royal emblem of the high-king?..."

"The stars, my quite curious friend," answered Gildor, "were kept by Cirdan for the time necessary. They are now at Imladris, under Elrond's keep. But Elrond has no intention at all of taking it out of its box, o, no: I think the next elf to put such stars on his forehead, Ragnor, will be Finarfin, by the day Elrond takes the box through the Sea to the West, and gives it to Gil-galad's uncle.

"The Eldar will have no more high-kings at this side of the Sea: our time, some say, has come to the end. We're living the very end of our days here."