This little episode at the banquet was quickly diluted by the more cheerful cheers of the dwarves.
That's what dwarves are.
Whether they are friends or enemies, they can always make you jump on your feet.
The first time he saw these short and honest race of less than 1.5 meters tall, Dragon Byrne was indeed infected by their enthusiasm that seemed to never fade away.
No matter how harsh the environment, these tenacious races forged deep in the mountains can always find things and things worthy of singing and laughing. They clap their hands, stamp their feet, and sing loudly to bid farewell to their sorrow and send away the gloom.
Thinking that when everyone was running frantically for their lives, only the dwarves stood tenaciously and resolutely in front of the Balrog, becoming the first line of defense against evil, Dragon Byrne couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration in his heart.
This is a tough race.
The Dragonborn thought so.
At this time, a young dwarf with blond hair and beard stood up, holding a full glass of ale, and loudly sang a dwarf song.
The singing is cheerful and enthusiastic.
It seems to be celebrating something.
It seems to be a compliment.
He raised his glass, saluted his master Chierdan, and drank tons of wine in one go.
The master of Gray Harbor smiled, raised a glass of light fruit wine, and took an elegant sip in return.
Then the dwarves were even happier.
They clapped their hands, stamped their feet, and sang a more cheerful and rhythmic song.
It is indeed a magical race.
Dragon Byrne couldn't help but be infected. He looked at the group of dwarves with a smile and curiosity who began to express their gratitude to the master of Gray Harbor for their hospitality, and thought to himself.
Never thought about it.
People on the bridge look at the scenery, and people under the bridge look at you.
While he was enjoying the food of the elves and observing the enthusiastic and rude side of the dwarves, at least four or five pairs of eyes were observing him at the banquet.
What a terrible pair of eyes.
Thorin Oakenshield stared at the Dragonborn across from him who was feasting on a thick piece of pork ribs while curiously scanning the dwarves back and forth with his magical golden vertical pupils. He was still so shocked in his heart. strong.
During the day, Thorin noticed the Dragonborn's oppressive cold vertical eyes and stalwart body at close range.
At that time, Thorin only felt as if he had returned to the era when the dragon Smaug was raging, and he remembered the trembling and frightened look all over his body when he faced those terrifying golden vertical eyes.
But during the day, neither party had a good chance to get to know each other better.
All Thorin knew was that he was a man of few words.
Because, no matter when the master of the Gray Port, Círdan, and the wizard Gandalf were saying some polite and hypocritical words, the dragonborn stood aside without saying a word, listening quietly.
It seemed as if the earth-shattering dragon roar before had not burst out from his mouth.
This is Thorin's second impression of the Dragonborn.
The first impression is naturally the Dragonborn's cold golden vertical eyes and his majestic body like a god.
"His eyes have been staring at us dwarves. They are not cold, but curious. This is not the look that an evil person should have!"
Thorin muttered secretly, constantly evaluating silently in his mind, wondering whether this giant with an amazing and awe-inspiring stalwart body and magical vertical eyes was a friend or enemy to the dwarves.
Different from the day, at this moment the giant was wearing an exquisite elven-style robe and did not wear a forehead crown. His whole person looked much softer, and his expression was vivid and innocent, which was so inconsistent with his cold eyes.
"Dear Turin, when did such a person appear in Central Continent? His existence is really worrying."
The dwarf prince's gloomy eyes turned back and forth on the master and wizard of Gray Harbor, his inner thoughts flickering.
"Elves and wizards have obviously known about such a person for a long time, but they didn't tell them. They let the dwarves wander in doubt and fear, because this person, his eyes and abilities, are so like a dragon! Yes, a dragon The walking humanoid dragon has begun to walk in the wilderness of Middle-earth, but the elves and wizards have concealed this!"
And at the same time.
Gandalf, who was at the top, also turned his head and looked carefully at the young and handsome face of the Dragonborn, whom he had only briefly glanced at a few days ago but had not gotten to know in depth. He smiled and said in the language of the elves: "Do you think the dwarf is a human being?" A magical race?”
oh?
Dragon Byrne felt uncomfortable having his inner thoughts emptied out by someone's prying eyes. He turned his head without changing his expression and looked at the old and cunning gray-robed wizard with an innocent expression. What are you talking about, I don't know. An understanding expression.
Cunning little fox.
Gandalf thought in his heart.
Shaking his head, the old wizard glanced at the dwarf prince with a cold expression and doubtful eyes, and said in a voice that only the two of them heard: "Don't hide it, your expression has already told me, you know what I'm talking about." What! You know, you are really not a good actor. No matter how boring acrobatic actor Charles is, his acting skills are better than yours..."
"One final reminder, don't show your abilities in front of Thorin. His heart has been occupied by the shadow of the Northern Dragon for too long. Perhaps when he is calm, Thorin Oakenshield is still the most heroic and fearless in Middle-earth. One of the kings! But when the darkness in his heart takes over, the stubborn and arrogant side will lead him into the deepest darkness! Be careful, people with the blood of dragons, don’t let the knife in the dark The ax cut your throat."
Well, Dragon Byrne really didn't understand this time. He simply turned his head and ignored this crazy old man.
Shen Shen nao nao.
Ignore you.
In fact, the Dragonborn could always feel the dwarf prince's caution and indifference toward him. But what he didn't understand was where this uneasiness and hatred came from.
"Is it just because of my eyes?"
Dragon Byrne glanced at the dwarf prince, shook his head, and ignored the miserable prince who was almost going crazy because of hatred and the great cause of his family and country.
He was calculating his gains, losses and performance in this battle.
First, a new ability is unlocked.
Dragon Flame.
Dragon felt the surging power within his body.
It is different from Dragon Roar.
This power seems to come from the dragon's heart and the hot blood in his body.
When his heart beat violently, this violent force flowed from his strong heart along with the molten blood boiling throughout his body, and finally gathered in his throat.
Same as dragon roar.
This force is not simply a physical manifestation.
No matter how loud and hot the voice of a mortal creature or the blood in the body is, it cannot cause a huge disaster like a landslide or a terrifying high temperature that melts bones and sparkles gold.
Both are magical phenomena.
Or, at least this is a special skill that mixes physics and magic, or a racial talent.
Dragon tried to pump his powerful heart.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
As his dragon-like heart gradually became active from slow to fast, Dragon Byrne clearly felt that his blood began to boil.
A terrifying and violent force suddenly flowed out of his heart and spread throughout his body along with his burning blood.
ha.
He exhaled softly.
As a result, Gandalf next to him was shocked to smell a smell of sulfur.
It was the smell of burning air.
What a disobedient "little guy".
With a headache, Gandalf took out the old wizard's tobacco stick and pressed it neatly on the long-leaf tobacco, which is a specialty of the southern region of the Shire. He rubbed it with his fingers, and a wisp of sparks came out from the wizard's hand.
He took two quick puffs, and before he could taste the rich and fragrant fragrance of the finest tobacco, he opened his mouth and spit it out.
The white smoke of the long-leaf tobacco turned into a vivid little bird with long tail feathers, flying past the black-haired dragonborn, blowing away and covering up the white smoke coming out of the corner of the dragonborn's mouth. .
ah.
Dragon Byrne quickly closed his mouth, feeling as if he had been caught cheating.
Under the control of the wizard, the bird magically circled in the air in the elf's banquet hall, and then disappeared into nothingness.
"Gandalf!"
Fili, who was drunk, shouted in surprise: "What kind of magic is this? Is it your latest fireworks trick?"
The other dwarves also discovered this, and they clapped their hands and stamped their feet as if noisily, shouting for Gandalf, the "Master of Magic" and "King of Fireworks", to perform a few more performances for everyone's enjoyment.
I don't remember having so many country slang nicknames and titles.
The gray pointed hat was put aside, and the old wizard, with his fluffy gray hair and beard exposed, happily chirped a few times, blew out a magical smoke ring again, and turned into an exploding cloud. Flying everywhere.
"Sing, dance, this is the joy you deserve. Although dwarves always give me a headache, they always make me worry less than some big guy. Yes, I am the master of magic, Gandalf, the king of fireworks. You guys friend."
The wizard who spoke strange words that seemed to outsiders to be nonsensical and out of tune looked at the black-haired dragonborn who made him uneasy and said this.
Tsk.
Dragonborn curled his lips and said nothing.
But the boiling blood in his body slowly cooled down.
Chierdan and the wizard were relieved. They heard that the giant's drum-like heartbeat began to slow down, and the dangerous aura faded away.
Thorin took it all in.
He looked at the tall and majestic giant across from him in bewilderment, who was taller than the tallest dwarf even if he was sitting down, and looked at his terrifying golden vertical pupils.
The inner uneasiness and fear became even deeper.
The dwarf prince and Dwalin beside him were whispering to each other, and their eyes looked here from time to time, looking worried.
Cirdan and Gandalf looked at each other, with a helpless expression on their faces that only they could understand.
The Dragonborn, who still didn't know that he had caused a lot of trouble for the master and wizard of Gray Harbor, looked at the lively scene of the dwarves muttering and shouting with no interest when they saw that Gandalf no longer performed his magical tricks. , silently not knowing what he was thinking.
Later.
As the sky gradually darkened, the stars in the sky lit up again.
The warm and rude noise of the dwarves had faded away.
The elves and some dwarves reunited in the Hall of the Dead located north of Gray Harbor, near the Blue Mountains.
Here, nearly 2,000 elves will leave their once beloved Alda forever, leave this heavy land, and go to the Temple of Mandos on the eternal continent of Aman to reunite with their old relatives and friends. , enjoy eternal happiness until the end of time.
There are even Aminas and Illyvan who stabbed and killed the wolf king Fenrir.
Under the soft moonlight, their peaceful and peaceful faces exude a holy brilliance. Just like when he/they were still alive.
Perhaps death is a relief for the elves who are forever bound to Arda, the land of eternal starlight.
At least they no longer need to bear the responsibility of this heavy land, no longer need to endure the sharpness of wind, frost, rain, and dew, nor do they need to endure hunger, thirst, and war;
All you have to do is unload your heavy burdens in the eternal palace of Mandos, sing joyfully with your old relatives, friends and loved ones, and watch the sun rise and set close up.
But for the people and elves who are still alive, isn't this a sadness so deep that it cannot be expressed in words?
The dead are gone forever, leaving only the memories and sorrows of the past to the living.
The cycle of life stopped abruptly at this moment.
Who should I tell this boundless pain and sadness to?
The elves, including Cirdan, all used wide hoods to hide their sad and sorrowful faces in the shadows, hiding them from outsiders.
They lit a kind of white fluorite that could still emit a faint light in a dark room. The hazy moonlight shone on the face of the deceased, more or less bringing a sense of gloom to the already weird atmosphere.
"Are we sure we want to do this?"
Because the dwarves also lost more than 500 people in this war, in order to express their gratitude to the allies who came to rescue them from thousands of miles away, the elves specially passed a grace that has never been open to outsiders.
The elves allowed the dwarves who died in battle to be buried together in the tombs of the elves who had died or disappeared over the past ten thousand years as a token of gratitude.
Thorin agreed to this request after consulting with the other dwarves.
Because the ancestral homeland of the dwarves is too far away from here, it is not a bad thing for the dwarves to be buried underground with the noble race of elves and enjoy the honor after death.
Hence the strange incident of dwarves appearing during the farewell ceremony for the deceased elves.
Nori, Orui, and Gloin are among the few dwarves who can participate in and observe this ancient and sacred ritual of the elves.
"The atmosphere of the pointed-eared elves made me a little scared. It felt like I had fallen into a bottomless pit. It was cold, scary, and hard to breathe."
The blond Ori said this to his brother Nori.
"Shut up, dwarf!"
Also watching was the wizard Gandalf.
Yes, you can always see these annoying guys in all kinds of appropriate and inappropriate places, as if there is nothing in the world that they are not involved in.
"This ritual of the elves can be traced back to the era before the First Era. It is a very sacred and ancient ritual that has never been allowed to be observed by outsiders! Now you have this blessing, yes, I call it a blessing! You can do it in person Isn't it a blessing to experience the sacredness and ancientness of this ceremony? You know, when the elves perform this ceremony, the great soul master will even leave his palace and go to the port of Okuolongdi to welcome his return The soul of the elf! So shut up, listen silently, watch carefully, and be a good dwarf."
Ori, Nori, and Gloin were all frightened by the wizard's aggressive questioning. They all covered their mouths with their hands to prevent their tongues, which were swollen from the alcohol tonight, from spouting any more lies.
The little incident in the corner quickly subsided without even causing a wave.
Because everyone's hearts tonight are destined to be overwhelmed by pain and sorrow.
The moonlight rises high and the stars shine.
In the silent Gray Harbor, the elves began to sing an extremely sad song.
The songs are filled with remembrance of the deceased;
Awe of fate.
Even the most stubborn dwarves will be moved by this song and put down their axes and hammers;
Even the bravest human beings will lower their noble heads when they hear this.
The birds will linger after hearing it, the trees will feel sad after hearing it, and the mountains, rivers and seas will pause their roaring waves after hearing it.
Because they know that Ilúvatar's most beloved firstborn children have left forever this land blessed by Valar and Eru, and they will never see each other again until the end of the world and the beginning of a new era.
Dragon Byrne's slender and muscular fingers gently stroked the female elf's peaceful and beautiful cheek, silently.
He raised his head, a trace of anger called revenge flashed in his golden vertical pupils.
