Nahar was the mount of Oromë, the Valar. It is said that it is white as snow in the daylight, and shines silver at night, with gold as its hoof.
In the year 1085 of the Double Tree Era, Oromi rode eastward while hunting. He turned north along the shore of Helka and passed under the shadow of Orokani, the "Eastern Mountains". Suddenly, Nahal hissed and stopped. Oromë heard singing in the distance, and Valar discovered the elves.
In 1105 of the Twin Trees Era, Oromi rode Nahar and led the elves to the west.
In 1495 of the Age of the Two Trees, Melkor and Ugoliant destroyed the Two Holy Trees, and great darkness descended on Valinor. The Valar then launched a pursuit, and the earth shook under the hooves of Oromë's army. The sparks that burst out from the hoofs of Nahal were the first light to return to Valinor.
The above are the relevant records of Nahar in elven literature and poetry. Putting aside the decorative parts, we can see that Nahar is definitely a blessed Holy Spirit.
It might even be a Maya.
Therefore, when the dragonborn appeared in front of the elves and dwarves the next day riding Nahal, who was more than 2 meters tall at the shoulders and nearly 3 meters tall, everyone, including Thorin, was shocked beyond measure.
"Great Nahal, Holy Nahal,"
Cirdan lowered his high head and praised: "The elves have not seen you for many ages. Unexpectedly, today we can see the Holy Spirit of the past again! Great Nahar, why do you come? Where are you going? Do you still care about the gray sky and earth of Middle-earth?"
Under the sun, the long mane of Nahar, who was as white as snow and as holy as silver, fluttered wantonly in the morning wind.
It stopped in front of Cirdan and spoke human words.
"Cirdan the shipbuilder, there are few elves as tough as you in Valinor. Your achievements are seen by the Valar, and your hard work is remembered by the Valar. Wait, work hard, and wait for the end. The elves have completely returned to Valinor from Middle-earth, and your holy name will be engraved on the palace on Mount Taniquetil."
Chierdan was overjoyed and Weiwei stepped back, feeling greatly encouraged.
Obviously, the Valar still have not given up on Middle-earth, and the sacred and deep eyes of the mighty ones still care about this land and the people on this land.
However, the creed that sages do not live with mortals constrains them.
Because the gap between immortality and mortal life can make people obsessed and crazy. This is a bloody lesson learned by the whole Númenorean people. In order to prevent more mortals from falling into endless jealousy and resentment, the Holy Land of Aman in the West was finally Completely separated from Arda and ascended into the outer sea.
The Western Holy Land is only open to immortal elves, and mortal races such as humans and dwarves are not allowed to enter Aman.
Thorin looked at the Dragonborn riding on Nahar with a complicated expression, and felt something similar to Gandalf's feeling in his heart last night.
Mahal (Aulë) is above, who is he?
However, soon the gloom in the dwarf prince's heart was completely eliminated by the light from Valinor.
He lowered his proud head and paid the highest respect to the sacred creature from the land of the undead.
It's just that there is no praise for horses in the culture of the dwarves, so they all looked at Nahal at a loss and were speechless.
Fili, Gloin, Orui, and Nori were all dumbfounded as they looked at this incomparably holy behemoth from a distance, and they dared not come over.
Nahal was not as kind to the dwarves as he was to the elves. He just nodded to these Aulian creations in a very humane manner, then threw off his strong horse hooves and ran like flying on the east bank of the Shuen River. .
The morning sunlight shines on it, as if it is coated with a layer of extremely dazzling holy light.
"Can't we start by running slowly?"
Dragon Byrne tightened his grip on the temples of this holy creature, and lay on its back in a slightly shameful manner, clamping his legs around its broad and powerful back.
The morning wind pierced his face like an arrow, and the things on both sides of the river bank flew past his eyes, so fast that only a shadow was left.
"The laws of Arda bind me."
There was a hint of excitement in the voice of the holy Nahar. It had not walked on this land for many years. Nahar was also quite excited to be able to set foot on this blessed land again and feel the wind and breath here.
It ran with all its might, like a white lightning, and the rumble of horse hooves was like thunder in the sky.
"I will gradually integrate into this land."
it says.
The divine power from Valinor was affecting them. The conversation between the dragonborn and Nahal was going on in a very strange state. Dragon Born could understand its words, and when he spoke, Na Hal also directly understood what he meant.
"This is a law jointly established by Valar and the Holy Ilúvatar. I cannot disobey it. By then, my strength and speed will be suppressed..."
"so."
One man and one horse crossed the vast Twilight Plains at an exaggerated speed and entered the gloomy forest of the Twilight Hills, one hundred and twenty miles away from Gray Port.
"We need to get rid of Ugoliant's dirty bloodline before this happens!"
With the dragonborn's buggy physique, Dragonborn felt that even another elf might not be able to withstand Hal's exaggerated speed.
His face turned slightly pale - blown by the wind, he was really not used to running so fast on the back of such a huge creature - he straightened up and looked back.
The white walls of Gray Harbor had long since disappeared into the sky, but before him was a strange mountain range that he had never reached before.
Here, the low but gloomy woods are sparsely covered with moss, the sun is dappled, and the leaves and most of the bushes are unhealthy, yellow and wilted, as if they are sick.
A dark force filled the forest.
"us?"
Nahaer jumped nimbly on the mountain path and ran with small steps. The progress was extremely smooth, and the sound of horse hooves sounded in the mountain forest lined with strange rocks.
"This secluded forest has been eroded by evil forces. They greedily absorb the vitality of this forest. They never hold back and are never satisfied, just like their creator."
This holy creature carried Dragon Byrne on its back and came to a dark area while traveling and jumping.
Here, a mountain peak made of rocks stands abruptly in a relatively gentle hilly area, surrounded by tall but sickly cedar forests. Yaryn's light cannot penetrate here.
Shadows spread among the rocks and trees, and something seemed to be peeping in the darkness.
"I don't like it here."
Dragon Byrne clenched the silver war hammer Gladios in his hand and frowned.
"So we're going to clear it up."
Nahar's golden horse's hoof was raised high and fell heavily. A trace of sparks burst out, and quickly turned into a blazing flame with it as the center of the circle, rolling outward.
As soon as the thick ink-like darkness in the woods met Nahar's circle of fire, it immediately began to sizzle as if it was burning. Then it collapsed inward with fear as if it were alive.
"come on!"
The brave and fearless Nahal said in a high voice: "Knights with the blood of the dragon, let us use holy flames to burn away the darkness here."
Dragon Byrne was stunned.
However, in the end he was infected by the Holy Spirit's passionate fighting spirit. The beautiful creature in front of him was so pure and holy. It came from the light and purified the darkness. It was not just talk, it was really practicing this. Creed, as it was before the endless ages.
Then, the Dragonborn laughed and spit out the scorching dragon flames.
fire!
Fierce fire!
In the darkness, countless terrifying, disgusting monsters with multiple eyes screamed in terror, cursed, and fled rustling towards the peak in the middle of the forest.
They were the same group of spider monsters that participated in the invasion of Mithlond (Grey Harbor) before, but ended up abandoning Azog at the critical moment.
It seems that these monsters have been lingering here since they escaped from the formation that day.
In the end, it was impossible to escape the purification of the flames.
Behind them, the dragon flames were burning everything that could be burned crazily. The originally rich, almost blinding darkness subsided like a tide under the illumination of the flames and the dazzling light of Valinor.
The few spider monsters that ran slowly were burned directly, leaving no bones behind.
In the end, there were nearly 14 to 5 spider monsters as big as buffaloes that panicked and screamed and fled into the mountain peak in the middle of the forest.
One man and one horse ignored the burning forest, neighed, and broke into this hell that had been swallowed up by darkness. Apart from corruption and death, there was not a single living thing.
One of them is a knight with the blood of a dragon, and the other is the Holy Spirit with the light of Valinor. Fire and high temperature cannot affect them.
Soon, the two passed through the burning forest and came to the rocky peak in the middle.
"Hey Lord Hal."
Behind him is the forest purified by the flames and the light of Valinor. Dragon Byrne is holding a heavy hammer, and his silver armor exudes a sacred light under the sunlight that finally sets.
"What to do here?"
Rocks cannot be burned, and it seems that these spider monsters have dug caves between the rocks (or maybe they were already there, but they were discovered by them). The inside is dark and gloomy, like a picture It opened its big, foul-smelling mouth to devour all living things that dared to stray into this place.
"I don't want to get in there, it's too disgusting."
The light of Valinor in Nahal's eyes was as blazing as fire, and he said loudly: "Then let us push them down, let the rocks and soil bury them, and let their corpses be buried in darkness forever. Never see the light of day again."
Dragon Byrne was surprised by the warlike spirit of this holy spirit.
At this moment, he seemed to see that endless years ago, the Holy Spirit was carrying another tall warrior who was equally brave and good at fighting. They galloped across the vast land and fought fiercely against all kinds of evil creatures.
The warrior blew the trumpet that shook the sky, and countless monsters in the darkness followed the sound and fled.
They roared loudly, cheered in victory, and hunted wantonly on the land of Central Continent where only the stars shone and the sun and moon were not seen.
Shaking his head, the fighting spirit in Dragonborn's body was ignited, and the already boiling blood seemed to be on fire.
Not long.
A roar that resounded through the sky suddenly erupted in the depths of the inaccessible dusk hills. The mountain peaks trembled in this roar, the woods roared with hunting, and the remaining birds and animals ran out of the mountains and woods one after another. Run far away.
Boom.
With a sharp neighing sound, the towering mountain collapsed.
