As the ugly and ferocious head of the ancient demon was chopped off by the Dragonborn, the light Yareen had accumulated for a long time was like a sharp sword, splitting through the thick black clouds, bringing hope and light to the land of Middle-earth.
The rising sun shines on the silver-white armor of the Dragonborn, emitting a soft golden light. Coupled with his tall and strong body, Dragon Born is like a god.
Everyone who witnessed this thrilling battle in the midsummer of 2931 said so.
Even the most stubborn dwarves would agree with this if they had experienced that battle.
Lore Odegon.
This is what they call the Dragonborn, which means: Roar of the Dragon.
Gloin, Orui, Nori and other 'old dwarves' who have experienced the evil dragon occupying the dwarf's hometown of Irube, like Thorin, have never forgotten the roar of the dragon, which is the nightmare of all Turin dwarves.
However, unlike Thorin, who was gloomy, angry, and frightened, the dwarf guards who had personally faced the Balrog, a terrible ancient demon, were more grateful to the black-haired dragonborn who had the voice of the dragon.
Gloin, Orui, and Nori were grateful to the wizard and the master of Gray Harbor who stood up to protect the dwarves during their darkest time;
The dwarves also have a very high opinion of the dragonborn who killed the demon who killed no less than hundreds of dwarves, believing that he had avenged them.
Even though the dragonborn has the dragon-like roar that the Turin dwarves are most afraid of. The dwarves are still willing to accept him as their closest friend.
Compared with the gratitude and fearful reverence of the dwarves, all the elves who had witnessed the angry side of the dragonborn looked at Okriam (meaning: golden eyes) and Maestorus (meaning: golden eyes). : majestic, tall) In addition to the names of these two elves, they also gave it another name.
Draconis. (Quenya, meaning: Dragon Fire)
This is a very noble title. Almost all the elves will call him this respectfully and pay high respect to him when they first meet him.
This is a tribute to what the dragonborn did that day in this terrible battle.
In the future, all the mortal races who heard about today's battle, based on the different customs and languages of different places, processed and gave the dragonborn other honorifics and titles, which I will not mention here one by one.
"Lord Cirdan, your knife."
Dragonborn, who did not know that his fame was about to spread to the most remote and ignorant villages in Middle-earth, and even in the Far North, had people praising his achievements, respectfully handed over the sword of the master of Gray Harbor with both hands. Return it to its true owner.
Others can brag about their achievements, but Dragon Byrne will not forget that it was the master of Gray Harbor who cut off one of the Balrog's hands with his sword, allowing him to seize the opportunity to kill the enemy with one blow.
He has never forgotten that it was the wizard Gandalf's magic that gave him the most timely and strongest protection from the Balrog's violent and dying counterattack.
We will never forget that it was the master of Gray Harbor who threw his sword over at the critical moment, giving him the opportunity to kill the ferocious and terrifying ancient Balrog with one strike.
It can be said that it is precisely because of the two powerful teammates in Gandalf and Childan that Dragon Byrne 'seems' to win so easily.
Cirdan looked at the black-haired dragonborn with a smile, who still behaved extremely modestly after receiving this honor. He stretched out his intact left hand and took the ancient sword that would later be called Obot Leppard.
He said.
"Ocrianum, my friend, your performance always amazes me. What I thought was a young bird turned out to be an eagle that proudly dominates the sky!"
"Well done, you have accomplished great feats that even an elf would never have dreamed of doing. Every good race in Middle-earth will spread the word of everything you did today, and your brave and heroic demeanor will be passed down through the ages! "
Chierdan, who was almost a mentor and friend to the black-haired dragonborn, looked at this brave newbie on the battlefield who had only been holding a sword and a gun for a week with a look of relief.
"May Tokas' loving eyes stay on you forever!"
Dragon learned the Elvish language from Círdan, a shipbuilder with profound knowledge and knowledge. At that time, the professor was knowledgeable about everything in Middle-earth - an ignorant newborn who knew nothing about it. 'For the Dragonborn, there is no better teacher.
Therefore, facing the 'disciple' who had made great achievements, the shipbuilder Chierdan, who was as open-minded and wise as any king in ancient times, couldn't help laughing heartily.
But Dragon Byrne was keenly aware of the Gray Harbor master's right hand, which was almost covered in blisters and blood. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Lord Cirdan, your hand."
Gandalf came quickly.
He carefully inspected the injury of the master of Gray Harbor. It was a burn wound caused by the brave Cirdan when he slashed the Balrog's thigh with the first blow. The poison of the evil fire was eroding the health of the Northern Elf King.
"It's dangerous, but it's not serious."
The gray-robed wizard breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Dear Lord Cirdan, the evil Flame of Udun has lost its form and will not be able to return to the world in a short time. Its power will gradually decline day by day. Your injuries will heal by then."
Childan nodded, approving his diagnosis.
They simultaneously put their hands on their injured arms and muttered something softly.
Dragon Byrne could feel a soft power radiating from their bodies and floating into the arms of the master of Gray Harbor. The blisters and scars burned by the evil fire began to slowly become smaller, and the blood did not stop. flow out again.
But it will obviously take some time to recover.
Seeing that the disgusting blisters and ugly scars were about to heal, the two stopped and sighed.
And Dragon Byrne quickly turned his head to the east.
There, a gloomy-looking dwarf prince was galloping over on a strong horned sheep, carrying a war hammer.
"With a murder weapon in his hand and a gloomy look on his face, our Prince of the Kingdom under the Mountain is coming in a menacing way."
The gray-robed wizard's star-like eyes seemed to have seen through the fog of history. There was a trace of thought and distress in his eyes. He glanced at the ignorant dragonborn and said kindly: "Son of the hand-blade Balrog, I have a word of advice, don't Mention your abilities in front of Thorin Oakenshield, as dwarves keep secrets from dragons!"
But how could Dragon Byrne understand his nonsense? He looked eastward curiously, watching a 'dwarf' no taller than his thighs riding a muscular head with a pair of The strange goat with big curved horns crossed the messy battlefield as quickly as the wind and came to them.
Thorin Oakenshield watched in shock. The closer he got, the more he could feel the strong oppression brought by the black-haired dragonborn's majestic body that looked like a god.
special.
Turin is on!
His eyes!
Thorin got off the horned sheep with a huge trembling in his heart, put the warhammer in his hand on the ground, and maintained the demeanor of a king.
"Lord Cirdan."
Thorin just glanced and accurately found the noble master of Gray Harbor. He nodded slightly and saluted the noble master of Gray Harbor.
The king in front of him can be said to be a witness to the historical changes of Central Continent. He has survived longer than most birds, fish, insects, trees and mountains. Therefore, Thorin is willing to accept this gift.
However, deep in his heart, the cold golden vertical pupils of the Dragonborn almost occupied his entire mind. In his mind, the scene that he had glanced at before, but was extremely shocking, kept reappearing.
"Don't be polite, son of Turin."
In front of outsiders, the master of Gray Harbor maintained the majesty of a king very well. He spoke to the stern and gloomy dwarf prince in dwarf language: "The northern elves owe the dwarves a favor. It was your rescue that allowed Mis. Long De avoided the tragic ending of being caught in a sea of fire, which I will remember forever."
With that said, the master of Gray Harbor put the sword Obotrepard on his chest and performed a very respectful ceremony to Thorin Oakenshield.
Gandalf also took the opportunity to carry the sedan.
"Thorin, the dwarves have made great contributions in this battle. You have indeed lived up to the reputation of your ancestors. This generation of heroes must be of the Turin lineage!"
Thorin suddenly panicked.
Although in his heart, he was actually quite proud of sending troops to help the elves, thinking that his actions towards the elves in this matter were no different from saving the building from falling, and helping the raging tide from falling. (The dwarves completely forgot that they agreed to send troops out of commission - Gandalf complained afterwards)
But what happened next almost made him lose face.
Facing the terrifying nemesis of Turin, as the 'King' of the dwarves, he actually abandoned his subjects and recklessly and derelictly chose to fight alone with the pale orcs, causing the dwarves to suffer huge casualties that should have been avoided.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, the gray robe wizard and Cirdan did not give up the dwarves who came to rescue, but bravely and kindly rescued most of the dwarves from the Balrog's terrible flames of destruction and allowed them to enter. Arrive at the elven port to settle down.
Looking horizontally and vertically, the northern elves can be considered worthy of the Turin dwarves.
They fulfilled the responsibilities of an ally, even if a king was injured as a result.
Yes, Thorin also saw the terrible injury on the right hand of the noble master of Gray Harbor. Thinking that countless dwarves were saved because of the three people in front of him, the gloomy expression of the guilty dwarf prince finally dissipated a lot.
He seriously said to the king of the northern elves: "Dwarves and elves should be allies of life and death. We will never forget that countless years ago, dwarves and elves fought under the same banner to defeat the Dark Lord and the most evil and cunning ones under his command. Minions..."
"At that time, darkness was flourishing and evil was driving the city. All the continents of Middle-earth were plunged into a boundless sea of blood and pain. Good people were trembling in the darkness and suffering."
"At that time, humans, elves, and dwarves all cooperated sincerely and moved forward bravely, just for the glory and light."
"At that time, the flags of the Seven Kingdoms and the Elf King were flying wildly in Middle-earth, achieving brilliant results one after another."
As if recalling the glory and glory of his ancestors in the past, the gloom and anger in Thorin's heart were finally swept away by the golden morning light in the sky.
He said loudly: "So, in the end, we persevered, and we are the winner! If history proves anything, it is: the darkness will eventually pass, and the light is right in front of us! Just like this at this moment! Just like this fight!"
As he spoke, this dwarf hero, who was slightly flawed but still brave and righteous, raised his war hammer high, showing the world his determination and courage to fight against the darkness!
And the final determination of this battle!
A hearty victory is taking place in the vast northern land!
Look at Thorin Oakenshield getting rid of the inner haze and showing his kingly spirit.
Gandalf and Cirdan bowed their heads slightly in recognition of their bravery and indomitable determination.
Although the black-haired dragonborn failed to understand what they were saying, it was undeniable that under the golden morning light, the dwarf prince, dressed in military uniform, with his beard and face stained with the blood of orcs, and with stains on his armor, had something of his own. So powerful.
So, he also followed the example of the master of Gray Harbor and Gandalf, bowing his head slightly to show respect.
In the distance, the brave Dwalin and Beaver watched with excitement as the battle, which later generations called the "War of the Four Kings," came to a complete end.
night.
After a great battle, the elves and dwarves were finally able to sit down and enjoy a moment of peace.
The kings of the elves and dwarves, the dragonborn, the gray-robed wizards and other heroes of this battle all sat down in the elves' spacious, clean, but not rude and luxurious banquet hall, enjoying the sweetness and tranquility of victory.
"There are too many green leaves. I like big chunks of meat steak. Please replace all the green ones and serve red meat, sweet and juicy meat. Do you understand? Elf, you can't be stingy. , you should entertain your guests properly!"
Throughout the day, elves and dwarves were cleaning the battlefield and counting casualties.
Therefore, neither Thorin nor Cirdan had time to hold a post-war victory banquet, which made the dwarves who had been looking forward to a day unbearable.
“We can bear the grief of loss, but we cannot bear the absence of a refreshing beer after victory!”
The dwarf generals headed by Gloin and Fili shouted loudly. Their thick big feet and short but thick hands kept stamping on the ground and slapping the elves' exquisite dining table.
It was carved from a single piece of oak, with lifelike flowers, birds, fish and insects, and beautiful works of forest and rivers carved on it.
There are even a dozen such masterpieces among the elves!
This shows the luxury of the elves.
"Beer! Beer! Beer!"
The dwarves shouted rhythmically, showing their enthusiasm and rudeness.
Thorin, who had changed into casual clothes, felt much more relaxed after his heroic declaration during the day. There was not much expression in his gray eyes except for his deep interest and vigilance towards someone.
Plus.
Probably because he was in the seemingly simple but secretly luxurious hall of the elves, Thorin, who was also the king, felt a little embarrassed by the rudeness of his compatriots.
"Shut up, Fili."
The dwarf prince was talking about his troubled nephew, but his eyes were rudely aimed at the many dwarves present.
These include but are not limited to heroic dwarves such as Dwalin, who is also from the Turin royal family, and Groin, Orui, Ruori and other heroic dwarves.
Ah, as for poor Bifur, because he has an ax stuck in his head, he has been confined to a clean room by the elf healer. No matter what, he refuses to let this heroic dwarf show off at the wine table again. Magnificent.
Seeing the 'King' being angry, the group of dwarves led by Duwalin shut their mouths angrily.
However, on the surface, the dwarves' complaints seemed to be suppressed.
But in fact.
"I think you can eat more green vegetable leaves. I heard it's good for your health?"
"Beard of Turin! Shut your mouth and eat it if you like. Anyway, I will never swallow these horrible, green vegetable leaves. I hate green!"
"Okay, actually I also think this banquet is terrible. I swear on my beard, this is the first time I've ever seen a banquet without wine! This is so heresy!"
Listening to the loud 'whispers' of the dwarves, the master of Gray Harbor, who changed into comfortable but absolutely luxurious casual clothes at the main seat, smiled.
He explained to the dwarf prince sitting below him: "Please forgive me, because the elves have to perform farewell ceremonies for their dead compatriots at night, so the hosts have forgotten the etiquette of entertaining guests. Since the dwarves are not willing to enjoy light food, Delicious food, so why not serve your favorite food?”
"Victory does need to be celebrated, and the dead also need to be remembered. There is no conflict between the two!"
The master of Gray Harbor said this and ordered it this way.
As a result, the elves quickly replaced the food and beer requested by the dwarves to entertain their guests hospitably.
The Dragonborn, who was sitting under Gandalf and opposite Dwalin, smiled broadly.
