This chapter is also called: How to lose after getting the protagonist’s script
In this world, there are always some people who pass by gently like the wind and then leave quietly, leaving behind strong traces.
Because she had to rush back and send word back to the masters of Rivendell and even Lothlórien that the coalition of northern elves and dwarves was about to launch an expedition to eliminate the orcs entrenched in Carn Dum, Arwen did not stay long.
So, after confirming that the thing sent from heaven was a destined son who was destined to be glorious in this era, Princess Evening Star left that night.
Before leaving, the beautiful elf princess left an extremely precious parting gift to Dragon Byrne.
"May this gem bring you vitality and healing power when you are most in danger."
The elf princess took out an emerald green gem and said softly.
This is a gem as green as a leaf, set on a silver brooch shaped like a flying eagle.
It is said that the rays of the sun are contained within. Through this gem, people can see withered things restored to their original state, or rejuvenated; and the person holding the gem can heal the wounds of all things with the touch of his hands.
The Elessar Gem was originally made in the First Age by the Noldor craftsman Eenadil of Gondolin. He loved plants and the sunlight passing through the leaves, so he created it as green as the leaves and sealing in the sunlight. Elessa Gem.
Enedil gave Elessar to Idril, the princess of Gondolin. Idril wore it when Gondolin fell and fled to the mouth of Sirion, and later left it to his son Eärendil (that is, The big star in the sky that represents hope).
When Eärendil ruled the mouth of Sirion, it was filled with life through the healing power of Elessar.
It was not until 534 of the First Era that Eärendil decided to sail westward in search of the legendary Aman, thus kicking off the largest and final battle of the First Era, the "War of Wrath."
At that time, this Elessar was worn on Eärendil's chest, and he stayed in Aman with him, never returning to Middle-earth.
It was not until the Third Age, when wizards were sent from Valinor to Middle-earth, that Gandalf brought the gem back from Yavanna as evidence that the Valar had not given up on Middle-earth.
At that time, he gave Elessa to Galadriel (Galandriel), and predicted that Galadriel could only hold Elessa for a short period of time, and she would eventually give it to a man named Elessa's people.
"So, am I cheating on Aragorn?"
Dragon Byrne stood on the natural embankment, holding between his fingers this gem that was supposed to be a token of love between the future Emperor Aragorn II and Princess Evening Star.
He always felt that the color of this gem made him a little panicked.
He clearly remembered that when the beautiful Arwen took out the gem, Gandalf's old aunt's smile suddenly changed, and the hand holding his beard unconsciously broke several gray beards.
This made Dragon, who was originally planning to refuse, instantly decide to accept it.
I tell you to act like a stickman everywhere.
You must be deflated.
The Dragonborn thought rudely——
He really wanted to know if this gem had not fallen into Aragorn's hands, whether his title of King Elessa and his love with Princess Evening Star would still have been born.
Okay, this is just a joke.
In fact, Dragon Byrne could really feel that when the beautiful Arwen gave him this gem, she really wanted this gem containing vitality to heal his heart and help him in the next expedition. to better protect yourself.
The elf princess's heart was as gentle as her eyes and voice. Dragon Byrne felt that this beauty should not be so desecrated, so he put the gem away.
"Elves are always so generous to their friends."
An old voice sounded, it was the gray-robed wizard.
As if he had expected him to be here, Gandalf, dressed in loose gray robes, walked out of the starlight, his bright eyes like the stars in the night sky.
He held his treasure in his hand, an old smoker, and the South Star tobacco in the pipe was glowing with a faint red light.
"You mean that gem?"
Dragonborn said bluntly without looking back.
Gandalf said nothing, and the two stood quietly on the embankment that day, with the slightly fishy sea breeze constantly blowing their sleeves and hair.
"Lord Cirdan said something that makes a lot of sense."
Gandalf, who looks like a wizard but is actually a Maia, suddenly said: "Things in the world are always changing. Who can say that he must have control of his destiny?"
Dragon Byrne thought about it and found that this sentence sounded a bit familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that it was really the master of Gray Harbor who said it, so he curled his lips.
No matter what, the gem is in my hand and it is impossible for me to let it go.
As if he knew what he was thinking, a smile flashed in Gandalf's wise eyes, and he said: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in your gem, just hide it safely, it will definitely be there when you need it most. When the time comes, it will help you.”
"Gandalf."
The black-haired dragonborn suddenly turned around and asked him seriously: "Do you really believe in fate?"
The wizard frowned, as if he had encountered some problem that was difficult to solve. He kept puffing on the pipe in his mouth, and the dark red halo brightened and dimmed, just like his mood.
"I think fate always comes to us when we need it and when we don't need it."
He said it seriously, every word.
"The most holy Ilúvatar decided everything long before the era. Even if there are changes, it is within His expectation. Just as it is said in the creation movement: No one can change the music at will regardless of my will. Any changes. Any attempt by man to change the music will only prove that everything I have created is more beautiful than he has ever imagined, far beyond his imagination!”
"oh!"
The gray-robed wizard suddenly understood something and forgot to smoke the cigarette, looking surprised.
The Dragonborn didn't say anything more.
So, just as he came quietly, the wizard also left quietly.
No one knows what the wizard understood that night. They only know that since then, we have called him Gandalf, the elves have called him Mithrandir, and in Valinor he was called the Gray of Orolin. The robed wizard's attitude towards the black-haired dragonborn became much more respectful.
Dragonborn was once again alone on the cold embankment.
At this time the light of Eärendil in the east began to shine brightly, just like that night.
Dragon sighed deeply. He stared at the sparkling sea surface of Shuen Bay outside Gray Harbor, and he felt a trace of memory for his old friends and family.
"The passing of an elf does not mean it disappears into nothingness. You don't need to mourn like this."
As if promised, unexpected guests tonight came one after another.
The Dragonborn said helplessly: "I have heard enough words today, can you please clear my ears?"
But having said that, Dragon Byrne still muttered and turned his head and looked at the person.
"Fenna."
Under the starlight, the female chef just stepped on the starlight and burst into the dragonborn's eyes like a storm. She didn't look like an elf at all.
"ha?"
Fenna crossed her arms and looked at him rudely.
"I heard about it."
What did you hear?
The black-haired dragonborn looked at her confused.
"The half-elf princess is here to find you! She even gave you a gem!" The female elf looked very much like she did when they first met, instead of when she put on a military uniform and transformed into an elf ranger.
"so?"
Fenna looked at him angrily, staring at him without saying a word.
Dragon Byrne sighed, the expression on his face became even more helpless.
"You like it?"
He took out the emerald green gem like a magic trick and waved it in front of her eyes.
"I'm sorry I can't give it to you."
Dragon Byrne's mood was inexplicably relaxed as never before at this moment. "This is a parting gift given to me. I can't give it to you, but I promise that I will give you a gift more beautiful than this gem."
Fenna's eyes lit up, and her beautiful face was filled with energy.
"Then it's settled."
The stars in the female elf's eyes were extremely bright. "I'm just waiting! I also want to see what gift can be as good as the elf gems!"
After saying that, the elf ran away like wind.
That familiar joy cheered up Dragon Byrne's mood.
He held the Elessa gemstone in his hand, which looked more pure green under the starlight, and pondered, not knowing what he was thinking.
Sudden.
"correct."
The annoying gray-robed wizard appeared out of nowhere and said, "Please forgive me for being an old man who comes without asking, I mean again! Ahem..."
Gandalf took a deep breath of the finest tobacco produced in the Shire, looked at the Dragonborn who was starting to become irritable under the moonlight with a smile, and said this slowly.
"Can you ride a horse?"
After a moment of confusion, Dragon Byrne realized what he was talking about.
"Of course I will...oh!"
Seeing that he understood, Gandalf blew out smoke rings and let them float in the air, getting bigger and bigger until they disappeared.
"Are you going to be an infantryman? Okrianm."
Traveling long distances and eating dirt.
The rude thoughts were spinning crazily in Dragon's mind, and finally turned into a sigh.
"Can I start studying tomorrow?"
The great man who would become famous in Central Continent in the future felt as aggrieved as a child.
"I hope you can find a horse that can withstand you." The cautious old man finally found the opportunity and gave him a little sarcasm.
Dragon Byrne misses his hammer so much right now.
He felt that he needed to let the wizard know that a tough mouth is not as tough as a hammer.
But at this time, a loud neighing sound echoed through Mislond (Grey Harbor), interrupting the fight between the two.
"That is!"
Gandalf's eyes widened, and a feeling he had never felt before came to him—according to what Dragonborn later said, it was jealousy.
Holy Nahar ran from the light, stepped across the sparkling sea of Shuen Bay, and came to the front of the black-haired dragonborn.
"I heard in the west that the knight with the blood of the dragon is about to embark on a journey, and I am willing to go with him to sweep away the darkness."
Gandalf shut his mouth.
The expression is wonderful.
Dragon Byrne wasn't much better. He thought for a while and then said: It's great to have someone up there!
The poem "Nahal—The Holy Spirit of the Third Age" perfectly expresses the scene at that time.
“The Holy Spirit came from the light, bringing the gospel to the land of the west;
The rest trembles, clearing away the darkness
…”
