Summer, 2931 of the Third Era.
Northwest of Central Continent.
On this day, the sky in Middle-earth was clear and clear without a single white cloud, as if to reveal the fate of kind people and other free races in the vast Middle-earth in the future.
Suddenly, a huge fireball dragged a long flame tail, cut through the vast sky like a meteor, and fell to the northwest corner of Zhongzhou.
The elves in Rivendell, known as "the last refuge of elves east of the Belegal Sea", as well as the Silvan elves in Lothlorien and Mirkwood on the far side of the Misty Mountains, There was also the people of Gondor, the Holy White City, who were far away in the middle of the continent, on the vast plain of Pelag where the Anduin River and the Erui River communicated and flowed into the sea. They were surprised to see this unparalleled scene.
The powerful and kind-hearted Galadriel, the mistress of Lothlorien, said to her husband Celeborn, one of the most powerful Sindar elves left in Middle-earth: "The strange (things) that happened today make me uneasy. !”
She pointed to the fireball that streaked across the sky earlier.
"For some reason, my heart has been warning me that today, when evil is increasing day by day, a star actually fell among the stars, which made the already suffering Zhongzhou even more chaotic!"
"We need to find this heavenly thing before the evil from the east finds it!"
After a pause, Galadriel said "he" representing the male in the ancient Quandi language.
A meal.
Then he said: "Or her!"
Obviously, the powerful and kind-hearted Mistress Lothlorien cannot tell the origin of all the strange things that happened today, because all of this is in a big movement that has not yet been revealed, and to break through the fog of fate, This is the power of Valar (Ainur, which can be understood as God, but I personally feel that it is more appropriate to understand it as an angel) or even Eru (Ilúvatar, which can be understood as God). Although the first-born children are deeply influenced by Valar and the great As for the love of the most holy Ilúvatar, they still don't know much about their destiny.
Celeborn nodded solemnly.
He is the great lord of Doriath, the leader of the part of the elves that the Teleri people left in Middle-earth, the grandson of Elmo, the brother of Elwy Thingol, the son of Galathon, a man of great power. Sindar Elves (also known as Gray Elves).
Since the First Era, the kingdom of Doriath established by the Sindar elves was attacked by the minions of the dark enemy Morgoth (Merkor). After its demise, Celeborn fled to Beled with his wife and the remaining Sindar elves. The southwest coast of Riand.
After the War of Wrath, the dark enemy Morgoth was defeated, Beleriand sank to the bottom of the sea, and the First Age ended. Celeborn, his wife Galadriel and some Sindar elves lived in the forest today. Dayton area.
But the good times didn't last long, because due to the impact of the War of Wrath, the beautiful and rich Beleriand in the First Era sank, and the surrounding terrain also changed greatly. So in the early years of the Second Era, Celeborn, his wife and Jue Most of the remaining Sindar moved eastward to Eriador, and lived for a while near the Dusk Lake.
This period of time lasted until around 700 of the Second Age. This part of the Sindar elves moved eastward again and came to Eregion, the territory of another famous Noldor elven lord, and lived here again for a period of time. It was not until Eregion was conquered by the future Dark Lord Sauron that he moved to Lothlorien east of the mist. After a series of changes, he commanded a handful of Noldor elves and some of the Sindar. The firstborn children of Ilúvatar, including elves and most of the Silvan elves (also called wood elves).
"You are right. When that big flaming ball appeared in the sky, my lonely heart, which had not changed for thousands of years, started to jump with fear. I didn't know that this inexplicable thing from the sky would cause Zhongzhou to become increasingly evil. What a change!”
Celeborn said to his wife: "But fortunately, it seems that the place where the fallen thing fell is not far from the territory of the shipbuilder Cirdan. The Lord of Gray Harbor should find it earlier than us and discover it." The truth about a strange thing!"
The mistress of Lothlorien, Galadriel, who has the blood of the three ancient elven tribes (Vanyar, Noldor, and Teleri), slowly walked in the quiet and cool, but not gloomy forest, The surrounding lush trees, flowers and plants all avoided the sacred and beautiful Noldor Princess, the powerful queen of the tree people, as if they were afraid that their branches and leaves would tarnish this noble person who had an outstanding reputation since ancient times.
"I hope so."
"but no matter."
Galadriel turned back and said to her husband: "We need to send a messenger to discuss with Eldron in Rivendell. I believe that his concerns about the things that fall from the sky are no less than ours!"
Eldron of Rivendell was the son-in-law of Galadriel and Celeborn. Their daughter Celebrianne officially married Eldron in 109 of the Third Era and gave birth to him. He gave birth to a pair of twin sons and later a daughter, Arwen.
Coupled with the friendship of fighting together for many years, Rivendell to the west of the Misty Mountains and Lothlorien to the east of the Misty Mountains are the few elves who still try their best to protect all the good free people in Middle-earth. power.
Celeborn nodded in agreement, and at the same time he said, "We'd better hold a White Council!"
The mistress of Lothlorien didn't say anything because she expressed some doubts about convening the White Council. Nothing but the Queen of the Tree People's behavior towards the chief wizard of the White Council, the respected white-robed wizard Saruman, in recent years. Feeling increasingly uneasy. She always felt that the white-robed wizard had cared too much about certain things over the years, to the point of becoming obsessed...
The elf couple, who have been famous for two eras in Middle-earth, walked out of the lush and dense golden forest. They looked at each other worriedly and looked up to the west. Over there, the towering misty mountains blocked their view of the distant territory of the Lord of Gray Harbor. gaze.
Soon, the masters and masters of Lothlorien sent out messengers. These messengers may be preparing to cross the Misty Mountains and go to Rivendell, one of the largest elves gathering places in Middle-earth, on the other side to report the news and express the wishes of the masters of Lothlorien. We are worried about the strange things that happened on this day in the summer of 2931 of the Third Era!
Or contact some other good people on the mainland who are still secretly protecting Central Continent organizations and forces!
Lothlorien's messengers hurriedly scattered out of the deep golden forest, but they could not be concealed from the people in Middle-earth.
Not to mention the reactions of some other leaders of forces who received the report from Princess Noldor and Prince Sindar, here, far to the east of the Golden Forest and the Dark Forest, is a hussar kingdom rich in horses and warriors than the human kingdom— - Rohan, and the last hope of mankind, the white holy city-Gondor established by the once most powerful and holiest humans - the Númenóreans, further east, until deep into the inaccessible, cold and terrifying Ash Mountains, and In the depths of the terrifying, ghostly Shadow Mountains, the once evil enemy, the minions of the Dark Lord, and the home of the Orcs - Gorgoroth Plains, rang out a spooky horn sound.
Countless good people suddenly heard the blood-curdling roars and dark whispers.
That is an ancient saying from the evil den, created by the Dark Lord in the evil age.
Not long after, groups of filthy and ugly orcs emerged from their damp and smelly caves, mounted on ferocious wargs, took advantage of the dark night, crossed the dark door, and disappeared silently. The vast plains of Dagora.
Some people saw them heading west, in a hurry, as if they were chasing something.
Meanwhile, the Pass of Rohan.
South of Fangorn Forest.
Essinger.
In a mage tower built to monitor (or so was thought at the time) the evil dark forces of the East, Saruman, the leader of the White Council, a powerful and ambitious Istar (i.e. wizard), was worried. pacing back and forth.
Regarding the strange thing about the fireball that fell from the sky the other day, the mysterious and powerful wizard in white robes naturally has his own thoughts and calculations. But unfortunately, since he put on this old skin (this powerful wizard likes to wear white robes) , but his face is old and his body is as withered as a tree), his own abilities are greatly limited. Not to mention, vaguely, his essence is telling him that this matter will only do him harm, not good!
"Why did such a thing happen at this time? Could it be that the noble powers of Velma are no longer satisfied with the glory of the blessed land and are preparing to intervene in Central China again?"
"No, you can't!"
The wizard paced irritably and uneasily in the cold tower, his pitch-black staff clanging against the ground, just like the extremely jealous heart of the white-robed wizard.
Suddenly, the white-robed wizard stopped with a ferocious expression, and a burst of strong resentment burst out from his old eyes.
"I have been studying with great concentration for a long time, eagerly learning all the knowledge that I can learn, and I saw..."
He muttered a noun incomprehensibly. It was an unknown word. Generally, good people in Central Continent would not say it, but the white-robed wizard said it openly, even though it was very low.
"The whereabouts of... are about to be found by me. I can't let them ruin everything!"
The white-robed wizard said this and seemed to have made up his mind. The towering Orthanc (Mage Tower) he left in a hurry disappeared from people's sight.
Then, this day.
South to Gondor.
North to Angmar.
West to Linton.
East to the Iron Hills.
Elves, dwarves, mortals and even monsters in the dark are all discussing crazily what happened in the midsummer of 2931 of the Third Era.
On this day, the great Lord of Gondor cut off the finger of the Dark Lord and took away the Lord of the Rings. The descendant of the human hero Isildur, the future Emperor of the People, the sixteenth generation chief of the Dúnedain people, the son of Arathorn , Aragorn II was born.
On this day, a fireball fell from the sky across the sky and fell north of Linton, more than a hundred sea miles away from the largest port of the elves in Middle-earth, the Gray Harbor!
On this day, the gears of fate changed from this moment!
