That night.
In the east, the star of Eärendil, which symbolizes hope, is obscured, while the seven stars of Vala Chilka, which symbolizes war and challenge, are bright and high in the north, just like before the era, the Valar went to In Middle-earth, he fought the dark enemy Morgoth and was imprisoned in the continent of Aman.
Therefore, these seven stars are also called the 'Scythe of Valar'.
The soul from another world, whose mind is tangled up and unable to sleep, is sitting on the northernmost embankment of the Gray Harbor dock, listening to the drunken sea breeze and the waves of the Belegal Sea constantly impacting the stone embankment. .
Just like the mood of the Dragonborn. Tonight, the water flowing into the Shuen Bend from the Belegal Sea was particularly violent. The sea wind blew the tide and made a huge roar. In the blink of an eye, it smashed into pieces on the stone embankment and fell down.
But the waves undulated, stabilized for a while, then surged again, gathered strength again, and unexpectedly swooped in towards the shore again, and the cycle started again.
However, the granite used by the elves to build a dock capable of docking large ships was extremely strong. Not only did the white berm remain unmoved, it even emitted a faint light under the starlight.
The tide at Shuen Bend slowly receded helplessly, dragging countless defenseless pebbles into the seabed.
Behind him, there was a gray harbor that used to be peaceful with a hint of joy and laughter; but now it is silent and silent like a ghost.
The elves don't like to use open fires, huge gray harbors, smooth stone streets, and tall, eavesless Gothic houses. In front of them, the elves use a kind of fluorite that can emit a bright but not eye-burning shimmer under the starlight. As a light source for illumination, the entire Gray Harbor was shrouded in a burst of silvery starlight, beautiful but cold.
It took a long time before the alien soul heard a tune coming from nowhere. The melody was more sad and solemn than the previous joyful and light elf songs.
He turned his ears and listened carefully, feeling the rich emotions in the hearts of the elves at this moment, in a daze without knowing why.
What happened during the day deeply troubled him.
First, the legendary gray robe wizard Gandalf appeared in front of him and brought an extremely ominous message. Then, the power in his body began to appear.
It's hard not to say that the two are not connected. In fact, the alien souls can vaguely feel that there is a dramatic fate-like unfolding in them.
Think of it, this is a world with gods.
Souls from other worlds feel that they may have been trapped in the fate of elves, dwarves, humans, wizards, and dark monsters in Middle-earth, a land of swords and magic.
In this regard, the alien souls from the once peaceful and peaceful country are inexplicably excited and excited. Which young man has never imagined riding a dragon, holding a holy sword, and saving the world?
But at the same time, he was just an ordinary person in his previous life and felt instinctive fear.
Because, in this world, demons do exist, and the thought that one might be targeted by a terrifying existence that has existed for who knows how many years makes the soul from another world tremble.
He asked himself, he was afraid of death.
Otherwise, he would not have chosen silence when the master of Gray Harbor asked him whether he wanted to stay or leave.
In front of the computer or desk, drinking fat house happy water, eating popcorn and watching the epic battle between light and darkness, the elegy of humans and elves with great interest, of course it is happy, but really when you are surrounded by iron and fire, roar and In the midst of terror, I wonder if you can still shout out so leisurely: Lok'Tar Ogar!
Uh, it's a joke.
Smiling self-deprecatingly, the soul from another world brought back its thoughts that had wandered off without knowing where to go.
Mortal will made him instinctively afraid.
But after calming down, the former 996 blessed youths are like countless descendants of the dragon who have to lower their once proud heads in order to survive, and are ups and downs in the sea of people. But whenever there is a big right or wrong, they can always let out the unwilling roar from the heart. Like this, he let out the fiery cry of his life.
No, I may be afraid of death, but I am not greedy for life!
Of course he could choose to retreat to Rivendell, but what about next time?
This time you can let the elf stay in front and escape by yourself, but what about next time?
Do you have to choose to escape every time you encounter difficulties?
The alien soul lowered his head, looked at his giant palm full of power that was blessed by Ilúvatar, clenched it tightly, felt the power contained in it, and asked himself softly.
"I was incapable in my previous life, so I'm going to run away in this life?"
At this time, the elven tune also ended, and Gray Harbor fell into silent silence again.
He raised his head and looked at the clear night sky of Middle-earth, silently.
As time passed, the sky became darker and darker, and the light of the stars became slightly dimmed in the face of this darkness. The darkness before dawn arrived.
At this time.
In the east, Eärendil, which the elves call the "Star of Great Hope," shines brightly, contrasting with the seven stars of Vera Chilka in the north, creating a spectacle.
The light of other stars appears slightly dim in front of them, and they are the brightest in the galaxy.
The otherworldly soul smiled.
Under the starlight of dawn, a force called hope rose in his heart, blowing away the fear and uneasiness in his heart, making him calm and peaceful.
"Then so be it!"
The alien soul said this: "If fate lets me die here, then I will accept it calmly!"
He said what he had said to the master of Gray Harbor during the day: "I am willing to fight for my life together with the elves!"
Although he and the elf had only been together for half a month, it was undeniable that it was the elf who accepted him when he didn’t understand anything and taught him the language and knowledge of this world. At the same time, he treated him as a guest and Friends, entertain him warmly and be friends with him.
The alien soul felt that he couldn't just turn around and run away.
Yes, you can't.
This has nothing to do with human nature, it’s just that I don’t want to live so selfishly.
The Dragonborn, who had strengthened his heart, became more relaxed. He hummed a ditty that belonged to his previous life. The melody was brisk and simple - compared to the elves' tunes.
"What song is this?"
A cold and melodious voice sounded, and the Dragonborn knew it was the voice of the female guard Iliwen without turning around.
As if he already knew where she was, the alien soul didn't even raise his eyes. He just looked at the sparkling Shu Enwan under the starlight and hummed briskly.
the brightest star in the night sky
Can you hear clearly?
The one who looks up
Loneliness and sigh in my heart
oh the brightest star in the night sky
can you remember
once walked with me
The figure disappearing in the wind
I pray to have a transparent heart
and eyes that shed tears
Give me the courage to believe again
Oh, go beyond the lies to embrace you
Whenever I can't find the meaning of existence
Whenever I'm lost in the night
Oh~ the brightest star in the night sky
Please guide me closer to you...
Under the starlight, Iriwen, who had changed into a military uniform, wore a holy white robe, embellished with exquisite gems and silver threads, which made the female elf's already beautiful and charming face even more dazzling, just like the stars in the sky. .
She was surprised to listen to the tunes that did not belong to this world, and felt the peaceful and peaceful heart of the soul from another world at this moment, stepping on the moonlight and coming here.
She gently sat down next to the black-haired dragonborn, imitating him, placing her hands on the cold embankment, raising her head, and looking at the stars in the sky.
The two of them were like this, one on the left and one on the right, one tall and one short, while humming/listening to the melody that only belonged to them.
Until dawn.
In the distance, a pair of eyes that were equally bright and dazzling like stars dimmed and turned away.
"What is this for?"
The Dragonborn, who had not slept all night, was once again summoned to the Hall of Fallen Flowers (Government Affairs Hall) by the master of Gray Port, where he met the female guards except Cirdan. After the female elf sat quietly with the souls from the other world for a while, He left first before Yareen (the sun) rose in the east.
But the tacit understanding between the two was still forged that night, and then everything was discovered later.
Although neither of them knew it yet.
At this moment, the guard of the master of Gray Harbor, the female elf Iriwen, in addition to the long sword on her waist, is also holding a terrifying blade that may be used for horse fighting. It is a blade with almost one blade. With a palm-wide width and a blade length of nearly two meters, with a handle that looks out from both hands and a sword decorated with gems, this weapon is almost taller than the female elf!
The alien soul couldn't help but take a second look at this terrifying weapon and said blankly.
Seemingly knowing everything that happened between the two of them last night, the master of Gray Harbor showed a very soft smile and said: "I will not evaluate or deny your choice of Ocleanm, but the elves will Always remember the help of friends!”
The elf king in the north bowed seriously to the soul from another world. Elves will not interfere with anyone's destiny. In their view, all results are your choice. Since the soul from another world chooses to stay, Chierdan can only say that it is destined to be like this and no one can reverse it!
"May the stars shine at the end of your journey, my friend!"
Dragonborn hurriedly returned the salute.
Then he looked at him and the female elf guard beside him in confusion.
Cirdan then continued to smile and said: "Although I am very grateful for your precious friendship when the elves needed it most. But I have to say, Okriam."
The expression of the master of Gray Harbor turned serious.
"Your fighting skills are almost zero, and your role in Gray Harbor is almost negligible. Are you sure you want to stay?"
Unexpectedly, the master of Gray Harbor summoned him to say this. After listening for a long time, he realized that he was 'disliked'. The dragonborn turned his golden vertical pupils in embarrassment and was speechless.
Indeed, shouting hot-blooded slogans is naturally very satisfying, but war is a real sword and real gun, and blood and flesh are flying everywhere. You and I live and die. If you are not careful, your head will be cut off. Even if you are a dragonborn, you will not be able to do it. Can a second head grow?
Thinking that he might not even be able to defeat a small soldier in the eyes of the elves, Dragon Byrne said shyly and anxiously: "I can fight, believe me."
In his anxiety, the magma-like vigorous power in the Dragonborn's body once again overflowed, making his voice loud and breathtaking, so much so that both Cirdan and Iriwen could not help but feel slightly absent-minded for a moment.
Although this was not the first time he felt the power of the Dragonborn, Cirdan was still deeply shocked by the Dragonborn's surging and amazing potential power. He was stunned for a moment before praising: "Okrian Mom, your future is boundless. I even feel a power in you that the former high kings of elves could not match. Are you sure you want to overdraw your future before the fruits are fully mature and the wheat ears have just sprouted? ?”
The black-haired dragonborn may not be able to understand all the words of the master of Gray Harbor, but the alien soul can feel the care of the master of Gray Harbor. He nodded firmly and said: "My decision has never wavered!"
The Elf King of the North took a deep look at him, and unexpectedly stopped trying to persuade him, but instead praised him heartily: "Although I'm sorry to hear that you may have made a reckless decision, but at the same time, I also feel sorry for having the power of the dragon. I am touched by the resolute determination of the son of blood’s destiny. This is an extremely noble character that can only be matched by the holy kings of ancient times. May the light behind the stars shine on you and protect you from all harm from the darkness!”
After saying that, he added: "However, even so, I think it is still necessary to let Yi Liwen teach you some skills in holding a sword. She is almost one of the strongest swordsmen around me. With her teaching, at least you can When needed, you won’t be scratched by your own sword!”
Hello.
I said I can’t understand the long lines you sing, but you’re still here?
As if he just remembered that the black-haired dragonborn might not understand what he said, Cirdan nodded helplessly to the female guard beside him.
The female elf who had been waiting for a long time took a step forward, threw the horse sword in her hand to the alien soul, drew out the single-edged long sword from her waist, raised her chin, and made a provocative gesture that everyone knew.
He hurriedly caught the long-handled weapon thrown by the female elf, which was supposed to be used for horse fighting. Then he looked at the female guard in a fighting posture. He was as slow as a soul from another world and understood what was going on.
"Although I know you have good intentions, are you looking down on me too much?"
The alien soul angrily held this terrifying weapon used by the elves for horse fighting with one hand. The nearly 2-meter sword was almost like a one-handed weapon in his hand. He waved it twice excitedly and wrinkled. brow.
Although the elf's weapons were good, they were still too light for him now.
However, in the end, he still made a sword-holding gesture that he thought was cool.
really.
Chierdan and the female guard thought at the same time.
"come on!"
The master of Gray Harbor, who had already seen what he wanted to see, winked at the alien souls in a humorous manner, said, and then turned around and left without looking.
Hello.
The alien soul began to feel a little regretful.
As ordinary people living in peaceful times, it is normal for them not to know how to use cold weapons.
One of you has a look of disdain on your face, and the other of you is shaking your head helplessly.
If you have the ability, let's compete with each other...
Well, he still doesn't know how to do this.
She lowered her head and looked at the giant sword in her hand, and then looked at the female guard who was just holding a single-edged long sword unique to the elves. She knew she couldn't please the dragonborn and cried out sadly: "Say yes. Come on, don’t slap me in the face!”
Yili Wen smiled coldly and stepped forward!
"Holy shit, you bitch, you're really fighting!" The alien soul shouted in a language that only he could understand, attracting a group of elves passing by to look at him sideways.
"Wow, Iriwen is so cruel."
An elf couldn't help but said to his companion. "Didn't she say that she likes Ocleanm? Why did she attack so harshly..."
Upon hearing this, her companion couldn't help but turn his head and glance, and then nodded with lingering fear: "How does Ilivan look like Lúthien? Lúthien was not as violent as her back then!"
Obviously, the elves' teasing about the female guard's liking for the Dragonborn yesterday has spread among the elves again.
So, on the high ground in front of the elf-white Government Affairs Hall, our poor black-haired dragonborn was taught a lesson by the female elf who had experienced hundreds of battles and had almost perfected her combat skills, leaving only a sound of incompetence like a defeated dog. The tragic deeds of fury were once again woven into a cheerful song by the meddling elves and became a legend.
