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When Arathorn led fifteen elite Dúnedain rangers after running non-stop all night, and finally arrived at Mislond (Grey Harbor), the holy white port city of the elves, at the fourth hour after sunrise, they saw The sight was almost unforgettable for him for the rest of his life.
This scene has even been described in poetic form by elves, dwarves, and humans.
“…the Holy Spirit comes from the north carrying the king
with light and fire
Achieve great achievements as an emperor
The kings of elves, humans, and dwarves witnessed all this together. "
"Arathorn, son of Arador, has met the lord of the northern elves and the prince of the dwarves of Turin."
At the gate of Gray Port, the dusty Arathorn met Fili and Oin who were getting ready to return to the Blue Mountains.
He recognized the banner of the Turin dwarves at once.
So he took the lead and got off the horse, and stepped forward to salute like an ordinary ranger.
Last night, after discussion, Thorin and the others divided the dwarves into three parts. Among them, the royal heir Feili will no longer participate in this unpredictable expedition, but will be responsible for bringing the reward back to the Blue Mountains together with Oin.
The elves paid the dwarves with various gems, including crystal white diamonds, deep blue sapphires, fire-like rubies, and emerald green turquoise. The amount was so large that Thorin, who had suffered heavy losses, couldn't help but feel secretly. nod.
In addition, the injured dwarves were temporarily staying in Gray Harbor and were properly taken care of by the elves. They were not allowed to leave this beautiful coastal city until these rough and enthusiastic dwarves completely recovered.
The brothers Thorin, Dwalin, Gloin, and Orinori will lead 800 dwarf guards and 200 horned sheep cavalry to join this expedition.
At this moment, the dwarves and elves were saying goodbye, when Arathorn and his party broke in.
The gray robe wizard seemed to have foreseen it. He passed over the surprised Cirdan and Thorin and stepped forward and said: "Welcome, son of Arado, Arathorn! Humans have come to the port of the elves at this time. Why are you here? Like you As you can see, the dwarves and elves have just experienced a great war, so it is really not a good time to come to Mislond as a guest. Maybe you know me, I am Gandalf, the gray robe wizard Gandalf."
Behind him, Cirdan and Thorin frowned at the same time.
The human being in front of me is tall and strong, with endless wind and frost in his eyes, but he still stands proud and graceful.
There is no doubt that these people are the Dúnedain, the descendants of Western Men in the north.
The elves and dwarves looked at each other in confusion, wondering why the human rangers would come to Mislond (Grey Harbor) at this moment.
Arasorn's sharp eyes took in the expressions and expressions of everyone present. He looked at the old man in gray robes who called himself Gandalf in surprise, and looked at his fluffy white hair and beard emphatically.
"Gandalf? Are you that Gandalf, the wand-bearing elf in our tongue, Gandalf the Gray Wanderer? But how is that possible!"
He said.
"I thought you were dead, for you have not been seen by the Dúnedain for years, Gandalf!"
"I'm glad my name is still in the rangers' bedtime stories."
Gandalf laughed, very happy at the surprise of the leader of the northern rangers, "I have seen you in Eton Moor, and taught your ancestors. Although you have forgotten it, I am still very happy. The bloodline of Duo has not been cut off, Arathorn, son of Arado."
ah.
Cirdan and Thorin were even more surprised.
This dusty human with sharp eyes turned out to be the most powerful heir to the northern kingdom and the southern kingdom of Gondor, which was indeed a bit beyond their expectations.
Since the Kingdom of Linton has chosen to be "isolated" in the past two thousand years, these rangers have a better relationship with the elves in Rivendell. Forgive Cirdan for not remembering their origins for a while.
Now that Gandalf said this, the master of Gray Harbor vaguely found traces of the king among men in the eyes and face of this young and determined human being.
"welcome."
Cirdan stepped forward and said: "Sir of Isildur, the northern elves are happy to hear that the once glorious bloodline has not been cut off. We have fought together with your ancestors under the same banner. Now we meet again. Isn't this right? The guidance of fate?”
Arathorn hurriedly saluted the master of Gray Harbor, and he loosened the reins of the gray horse Pied. As a result, the tall gray horse stood quietly beside him.
He said.
"I heard the horn of the Northern Elf King. But I was still late. My people and I searched for traces of evil in the northern wilderness. We killed no less than 100 orcs, and learned from their mouths that the north The combined forces of elves and dwarves have just defeated the evil blasphemer Azog! The orcs' sinister plan has failed! This makes us both happy and grateful."
"I'm glad that the Northern Elf Kingdom is still standing proudly! Fortunately, the evil conspiracy did not succeed!"
"But just last night, I had a strange dream."
"In my dream, I saw a tall and majestic figure. He commanded the army of elves, dwarves and humans, marching to the north, while the holy white walls of Mithlond exuded a holy light behind him. So I knew that this It is the fate of the human royal family in the north. I woke up my companions and drove more than 100 miles overnight. Finally before three o'clock in the morning, I arrived at Mithrond, the holy white port of the elves, and met the great Cirdan and Thorin Oak. shield."
Although Thorin was surprised that he had heard his name, he still nodded to him gracefully.
Arasorn then continued.
"Now, what I am curious about is. Who can tell me, where is the hero who is as divine and glorious as the kings in the dream? Why is there no figure? Is this just a fantasy dreamed out of thin air by the Dúnedain?"
After hearing Arasorn's lengthy explanation, everyone was very surprised.
Legend has it that the blood of the Númenóreans flowed in the bodies of the Dúnedain. But now, after experiencing it personally, Cirdan and Thorin have truly seen the magic of this power.
Arasorn predicted everything almost accurately, as if he had seen it with his own eyes! Cirdan and Thorin looked at each other in surprise.
"You foresaw it correctly, Arathorn, son of Arador!"
The gray-robed wizard smiled and said: "The scene in your dream is exactly what we are about to face! The elves and dwarves are about to march north and attack the largest stronghold of the halflings in the north. Now, even the Dúnedain are coming to help, Isn’t this a sign that this trip will definitely come true?”
Arazon was indeed happy when he heard this.
At this moment, all the good people from Blue Mountain to Fornost and Gray Harbor to the Shire suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the horizon.
The voice was full of majesty.
It's like a dragon roaring.
Everyone looked to the north, towards the direction of the Twilight Hills, and an inexplicable tremor emerged from the depths of their souls.
Oh my god, oh my god.
The residents of the Shire ran in terror.
The timid ones thought the sky was falling.
While trembling with courage, they did not forget to hide under the window, curious and afraid, and carefully looked out through their bright and warm glass windows.
Last time it was a wild wolf, what is it this time?
Bilbo Baggins, who lived in Hobbiton, murmured and panicked, grabbing the silver fork and knife that his grandmother, kind and kind old Laura left for his mother, and then her mother left for him.
Shivering, he hid in the warm quilt of Bag End.
This is such a bad day.
Young Baggins thought this way, his pointed ears stretching out of the bed from time to time, listening nervously and curiously to the sounds outside.
Maybe I should go to the North End and check it out.
In the future, as a mere mortal, the hobbit would strive to achieve heroic deeds equal to those of any other, hiding in his bed, his face pale.
I heard from Old Tuke of the Tuke family in Changya Town that elves have recently been spotted in the valleys and roads in the north. This is a legendary race. Maybe I should try my luck and see if I can meet one or two noble adults, so that the bad luck of the Baggins family in Bag End can be over as soon as possible?
Poor old Bongo and Belladonna, you left Bilbo too early. Although Bag End is warm, comfortable and pleasant, I still miss Bag End with you more...
ah.
Our Mr. Baggins just muttered and fell into a deep sleep.
Suddenly, Bilbo Baggins suddenly woke up again.
He jumped out of bed quickly and was pleasantly surprised to find that everything was normal in Bag End. There was no danger or monster. The sun shined through the glass window, shining warmly on the white stamens on the windowsill and on the table.
Then Bilbo Baggins calmed down.
He put the silver fork and knife back in the cupboard, sat on the chair, and stared blankly.
"no."
The young hobbit suddenly jumped to his feet.
"Perhaps I should listen to Old Took and go have a look near the Sheafwood (a forest in the Northern District of the Shire, further north of Hobbiton). Maybe I can really see elves, so that my bad luck can be solved. It can be stopped! I’ve had enough of this fearful and confused life! No matter good or bad, I’m going to go north and have a look! Yes, let’s go!”
The reckless and adventurous gene of the Took family exploded in his body, and the young hobbit named Bilbo Baggins ran out of the house excitedly, crossed the fence and the river, and ran to the north, shouting.
Along the way, the frightened residents of Hobbiton all looked at Bilbo of the Baggins family with pitiful eyes, thinking that this guy who had lost his parents had finally gone crazy.
at the same time.
Arasorn was surprised to see a ray of white light speeding from the north, as fast as thunder. The sun shines on this holy white light, exuding indescribable holiness and majesty.
Just like a king traveling, how a hero returns.
The elves and dwarves present all lowered their proud heads and paid high respect to this majestic and holy white light.
"So."
The white light stopped in front of Arazon, and a tall, god-like figure in the sun asked him.
"Strange traveler, who are you?"
Alazon's right hand was trembling slightly, and he put it on his left chest, paying the highest respect to the king in his dream.
He said.
"I will fight for you, Silver King! I am Arathorn, son of Adora."
It’s midsummer, 2931 of the Third Era.
The allied forces of elves, dwarves, and humans finally gathered together under the gaze of the returning dragonborn with golden vertical eyes!
The Northern War is about to break out.
