In modern society, with the material flow, people have long lost their faith and no longer believe in the deeds of heroes and the power of oaths.
They believe in money.
In Arda, the elves are still noble, and humans have not yet completely fallen.
Although dwarves are as stubborn as rocks, they are also an indispensable member of the good camp in Middle-earth.
Here, in Middle-earth in the Third Age, the darkness becomes increasingly intense, but it is undeniable that the glorious characters and heroic deeds are still inspiring.
Therefore, when the dragonborn firmly swears the sacred oath, and is as entangled as Thorin Oakenshield, he can't help but be touched by his character, put aside his inner prejudices, and choose a nobler side.
And this power not only affects the fate of the dwarves, but will even affect the fate of the entire Central Continent in the near future.
After finishing this far-reaching meeting, the dwarves chose to leave first.
They need to hand over the remuneration matters with the elves and arrange the right people to bring this much-needed funds for the Turin royal family back to their new home in the Blue Mountains.
At the same time, Thorin also needs to discuss with Dwalin and others to see which troops will be finally decided to go to the north to fight.
An ancient elf proverb once said: The end of one thing represents the beginning of another.
"Ocrianum, please stay."
The master of Gray Harbor offered words to retain the dragonborn. Dragon Byrne stopped in surprise and looked at him.
Childan stood up, walked to the side door of the hall, and introduced a distinguished guest to him.
"A guest wants to meet you."
As a tall female elf, almost six feet four inches (about 1.93 meters), walked in and took off the hood on her head, the originally dark hall immediately seemed to be illuminated by the brightest stars. It's normal, exuding a gleaming light.
The person who came here was extremely beautiful, but not childish. Her black braids were not dyed with a trace of white frost, her fair arms and smooth face were smooth and flawless, her bright eyes were starry, and their color was as gray as a cloudless night; at the same time, she seemed like Like a queen, her knowledge and thoughts are revealed in her glance, as if she has experienced the vicissitudes of time.
She wore a silver forehead crown, inlaid with tiny gems that shone with white light; but her soft gray robe was plain and simple, only wearing a belt made of silver leaves.
"This is the granddaughter of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, the daughter of Lord Elrond. She represents Lothlórien and Rivendell, and comes to care for the thing that fell from the sky, which is Okri. It’s your business, Amn. She is Arwen, Princess of Evening Star.”
Childan explained.
Gandalf stood up immediately, as if he had known this for a long time.
He bowed slightly, paying high respect to the beauty of the famous elf princess in front of him.
"You know me?"
The clear voice of the Starlight Goddess, who was more beautiful than any elf Dragonborn knew, rang directly in the Dragonborn's mind.
The gray lake-like eyes fell on the dragonborn's golden vertical pupils as if inadvertently.
"You are surprised to see me, but you are familiar with it. You have heard of me and my family. But I think the northern elves don't mention us in particular. How do you know about us? The mysterious sky Lord, you have aroused my curiosity."
"Can you peek into my heart?"
"No."
The most beautiful and beautiful voice in the world sounded softly in Dragon Byrne's mind. The two stood not far apart, looking at each other.
"I can just feel your emotional fluctuations. It is not our ability to sense the heart."
"you?"
"My abilities come from my mother's family, which is what you call Lady Galadriel. She was born in the Twin Saints Era and has the blood of the three ancient elves, so she was born with supernatural powers. I inherited this. "
Arwen raised her head and looked up at the majestic giant in front of her.
She was one of the messengers sent by Galadriel and Celeborn of the Golden Forest to Rivendell to warn.
The elf princess's power and identity make her the most suitable person to go to the north and observe this strange thing that happened in the midsummer of 2931 of the Third Era.
So, after 20 days of non-stop riding, Arwen finally crossed half of Central Continent, first arriving at Rivendell on the other side of the Misty Mountains, and then taking the Lord of Rivendell, the Princess of Evening Star, with her. Worried about his father Elrond, he came to the territory of Cirdan the Shipbuilder.
I just happened to witness this amazing battle between the northern elves and the orcs.
And witnessed the Dragonborn's oath.
As a result, Arwen became even more interested in the man who descended from the sky in front of him, who almost alarmed most of Central Continent.
I saw the holy light flowing on his majestic body, which was the power of destiny.
The Valar are watching him.
At the same time, a majestic power lurked in his body like magma.
Golden light of destiny + scorching dragon fire.
Princess Duixing, who possesses the bloodline power of the three ancient elves, saw such a dazzling light in a person for the first time.
Even her grandmother was not as radiant as him.
At this moment, Arwen realized clearly that the man in front of him was a destined son favored by fate. He was destined to make amazing achievements in this increasingly dark era.
"Salute to you, Oathkeeper."
Arwen lowered her head slightly, paying respect from Rivendell and Lothlórien to the giant in front of her. "There has not been a noble person like you in Middle-earth for many years who dared to make a pledge of destiny."
Dragon Byrne couldn't help but nodded subconsciously.
Then he suddenly woke up.
"Sorry, I'm not used to communicating in this way." Being able to communicate casually without speaking made the black-haired dragonborn feel liberated after having been holding back for an unknown amount of time.
"Can you feel what I want to say in my heart?"
Dragon Byrne seemed to have found something interesting, his amber-like vertical pupils flickering, and he "said" in his heart with great interest.
"As long as your idea is clear and certain! Yes, I can."
A strange expression flashed across the goddess-like Arwen's beautiful face.
Single Gandalf!
Smoking, drinking and getting a headshot!
The gray-robed wizard's nose itched in astonishment.
At this moment, he and Chierdan were looking at the two people with innocent faces.
Obviously, the Elf Princess was probably communicating with the Dragonborn through consciousness. Thinking of the Dragonborn's poor Elvish language, Gandalf and Cirdan felt that this was an excellent idea.
But why does it always feel like someone is scolding him?
"No."
A hint of laughter appeared on Arwen's beautiful face: "Mr. Dragonborn, you are so rude."
"Ha, you really heard it. This ability of yours is really convenient."
Dragon Byrne blinked, with the biggest smile on his face tonight.
"I thought you would be repelled."
Princess Evening Star from the Golden Forest raised her head, a strange light flashing in her star-like bright gray eyes.
"I'm not used to it."
The Dragonborn said honestly, his eyes couldn't help but look at the wizard beside him. "After all, a certain guy who has been single for ten thousand years gave me a peek into my soul as soon as I came up. It made me feel like my secrets were being stripped away."
"but."
He asked the elf princess standing there in front of him, who was more attractive than all the gems. "Will you peek into all my inner thoughts?"
"I can't do this."
Arwen's expression also became serious. "You won't do that either. Your heart belongs to you, my Mr. Dragonborn."
"That's no problem."
The black-haired dragonborn laughed and thought: "I'm so glad to have a friend who can speak freely! You don't know how uncomfortable it is to be unable to communicate with others. Why can't the elves be like you? You Look, if we can communicate without speaking, then I don't have to learn the damn Sindarin and Noldorin? Okay, sorry, I forgot you were an elf too. But can you be considerate of an English Level 4 exam Is it painful for the poor guy who only scored 60 points to memorize the grammatical differences and vocabulary conversion between the two? No, don't ask me what the English Level 4 exam is. Asking is the source of pain that I don't want to remember. No need to apologize. , I brought it up first myself.”
In the eyes of the dwarf prince, the taciturn but majestic giant is like a suffocated hobbit at this moment, holding the most precious treasure in the hearts of almost all the elves in Middle-earth. Blessed by Valar, it is like the stars in the sky. Dazzling, the Duskstar Princess from Lothlorien talks endlessly about "spiritual pollution".
"Mr. Dragonborn."
Arwen's eyes were always so gentle. She said: "I can feel your inner frustration. There is no need to blame yourself. Iriwen just got rid of the burden on her body and returned to the palace of Mandos. There, she has countless Relatives and friends, they will protect her, care for her, and always surround her with warmth. She will never feel the cold wind again, and misfortune will never attack her again. She will live happily with everyone's blessings. .”
The Dragonborn, who had been talking endlessly in his mind, suddenly became silent. His heart could not help but recall the scene of the female elf closing her eyes forever in his arms.
The light in his eyes dimmed, and the deepest sorrow appeared on his face.
He said.
"Touching other people's wounds is a very bad behavior, my princess."
"But isn't that the truest thought in your heart? Your heart is filled with sadness for the loss of your friend. You are blaming yourself, you are angry at your own incompetence, and you are afraid of death."
Arwen's voice almost succeeded in breaking through the dragonborn's inner defense and touched his softest spot.
"But I want to say that it's not your fault. Illyvan chose her fate and then faced her bravely. Isn't this a very great thing?"
"And you."
Princess Duskstar from Lothlórien stretched out her jade-like arms and gently smoothed away the uneasiness and self-blame between the dragonborn's brows.
"May Nina's mercy always remain in your heart. My Mr. Dragonborn, you are still so young, and the burden of life is not yours to bear. Open your heart, and you will have more friends and lovers in the future, and they will all care about you. You, take care of you, and this will be the most precious gift Ilúvatar can give you."
Arwen put down her jade arms and said her heartfelt blessing: "I come with the goodwill of Rivendell and Lothlórien. Dragon Byrne, the road of a hero is very difficult. I hope there is no sorrow ahead of you."
The Dragonborn lowered his head and looked at her.
The sadness in his heart dissipated a lot under the gaze of the female elf's eyes, which were like the brightest stars in the sky.
Gandalf and Cirdan looked at the beautiful scene in front of them with smiles on their faces.
