Eärendil the sailor stopped at Avinion, the birches of Nimbrethil, and cut them into ships with his own hands;
Its sails are woven of silver,
Its hanging lamps are carved in silver,
Its bow is as curved as a swan's,
Its flag is illuminated by light.
Tightly armored, Eärendil is fully clothed like an ancient king; his shining shield is engraved with ancient runes, blocking harm and disaster forever;
His longbow was polished with dragon horn, his arrows were whittled from ebony, a collar of mail was woven from pure silver, and his scabbard was inlaid with agate and green;
His tempered snow blade is brave,
The steel and stone-refined battle helmet Gao Lung,
An eagle feather adorns the top of the helmet,
Wearing emerald green gemstones on the chest.
The stars and the moon were shining brightly, and he set sail away from the northern coast, wandering through the enchanted channel in a daze of countless mortal hours.
The narrow ice gorge was cold and harsh, the eternally frozen icebergs were silent and cold, and the outer wilderness was scorching with heat. He quickly turned around and drifted on the black water where no stars or moon could be seen.
He finally came to the realm of eternal night in the void,
But he passed by in a hurry, and there was no glorious coast along the way, nor was there the light he was looking for.
Torn by gusts of furious wind, he rode the wind in the blinding white waves, from west to east, abandoning his mission and sailing alone in a boat just to return home.
The light shines in the darkness,
White-feathered Elwing arrives gracefully,
Hanging in the middle of her collar,
Far more brilliant than ordinary treasures.
The Silmarillion,
Guanghua has its own life,
Elwing put it on his forehead,
With brilliant brows, he bravely turned around and sailed forward without fear;
In the dark night, far from the western end of the sea, in the world on the other side, a storm arises, unrestrained and strong, and the wind of Tammeniel comes with power from the place where the Lord God lives;
On the sea road that few mortals pass by, the wind is as strong as the force of death;
Sending the lonely boat through the long-abandoned gray sea:
From east to west, Eärendil finally sailed across.
Sailing across the sea of eternal night,
He was brought back among the wild waves of the Black Sea,
The old coast stretches under the water, which is where the ancient land sank under the sea.
At the end of the West Sea, he finally heard the long music and the torrential white waves on the Pearl Beach, where red gold was shining and gems were shining.
He saw the Holy Mountain standing majestic and still, and the evening mist gently enveloped Valinor in the middle of the mountain; he saw the land of Eldama from the sea in the distance.
The sailors who escaped from the night finally came to the white harbor and the green and beautiful land of elves.
The breeze here is fresh,
At the foot of Irmalin Mountain,
Next to the steep cliff,
Shining Tirion's lighthouse,
It is as pure as glass reflected on the micro-shadow pond.
Eärendil paused his duties and stayed here, and the elves taught the melody of songs,
The wise old man told strange stories, and the golden harp sang and played.
They dressed him in the pure white attire of an elf, and sent him seven lights to lead him alone across Karachirian, to a secret place that had been untraveled for a long time.
He enters the halls of eternity,
Here the glorious years flow endlessly,
In the palace of Irmalin on the high holy mountain,
The great king comes to Wuji.
Unheard words rang out,
When it comes to mortals and elves, it foreshadows transcendent scenes that cannot be glimpsed by earthly objects.
The elves built him a new ship, using mithril and glass, with a bright bow. There was no smooth oar, and no sails were hung on the silver mast.
The Silmarillion is a hanging lamp, with a bright banner and a living flame burning on it, placed by Elberith's own hand.
She came and gave Eärendil immortal wings on the ship's side, and gave him a destiny of eternal life, to sail across the endless seas and seas, to follow the sun and the moon.
In the land of eternal twilight, the mountains reach the clouds,
The silver spring was flowing, and the wings on the side carried him. This wandering light flew over the majestic barrier mountain and flew into the distance.
at the end of the world,
He finally returned and longed for it again
After traveling through time, the shadow returns to its distant hometown.
The lone star shines brightly,
Eärendil comes in the mist,
He is the distant flame before sunrise,
The gray sea in the north is churning,
He is the strange scene before dawn.
He sailed across the entire Middle-earth, and in ancient times, long ago, he finally heard the sorrowful cries of human women and elven girls. It should be noted that a powerful destiny has been determined for him:
Until the bright moon dies, the shining stars will continue to move, and the mortal world will no longer reach them;
Eternal herald, Eärendil's voyage never ceases, his diamond lamp dazzles, he is the flame of the West.
——This is what Bilbo did that night.
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