When everyone saw that Karndum, the death fortress that had plagued the north for countless years, had completely disappeared from people's sight and would never be revived again, the call inevitably sounded.
"Praise to the Silver King! Praise to Ilúvatar!"
Glorfindel deeply caressed his chest, nodded, and shouted the highest praise in Quenya.
Legolas and the twins looked at each other, and then shouted: "Praise to the silver king! Praise to Ilúvatar!"
Then more people shouted.
The cheers quickly spread to the flanks. The dwarves and Dúnedain rangers were stunned for a moment, and then cheered.
Fenna and Gemir looked at each other and smiled, and they said: "Praise the silver king! Praise Ilúvatar!"
Gandalf the Gray and Radagast the Brown looked at all this with smiles on their faces.
In this way, the battle known as the Second Battle of Karndum came to an end.
The coalition buried the corpses of elves, dwarves and even humans who died in this battle, piled the collected orc corpses and wargs into a hill, and burned them into carbon with fire to avoid the plague. Then the army left the desolate Eton Wasteland. .
September 29, 2931 of the Third Era.
The coalition forces arrived at the Northeastern Mountains of Beigang, which was close to the junction of the ancient Kingdom of Arthedain and the Kingdom of Rudor. Green vegetation and more birds and animals began to replace the desolate and monotonous scene of sandstone in the Eton Wasteland.
Everyone's heart became happy.
That night, all the main representatives of the coalition forces gathered and held a meeting.
"We all know that we have achieved a great victory!"
The gray robe wizard was still in charge, and dwarves, elves, humans and even dragonborn were all listening to him.
The difference is that there are more people attending this meeting.
Thorin and his two distant relatives, Dwalin and Gloin, were present at this meeting;
The dwarves were going back to the Blue Mountains, so they thought this meeting was a farewell to them.
Arazon and Halbarad were smoking their pipes in a corner;
The Dúnedain had both losses and gains this time. More than 20 of them died, all of them elite warriors, which made the already few Dúnedain even more embarrassed.
The reward was that Arasorn and the others regained the capital where their ancestors had lived, and obtained a series of exquisite and powerful weapons.
Moreover, by taking the initiative to participate in such mainland events, the human form has once again returned to the sight of the mainland races. In a sense, this is more important than anything else.
Representing Glorfindel in Rivendell, the twins simultaneously represent Karathgarathon;
There are also Legolas and Tauriel from the Woodland Kingdom;
and Gemire and Fenna of the elves of Linton in the North;
These people almost filled the camp.
The long table was filled with delicacies and fresh fruits and vegetables made from the latest birds and beasts captured by the elf hunters.
There is also fine wine.
That was brought by reinforcements from Rivendell, Karasgarathon, and the Woodland Kingdom.
Coupled with the bright candlelight and the lively laughter of the elves and dwarves outside, although it was still far from a real victory feast, it was undeniable that it was a bit interesting.
Everyone took off their cold armor and put on more comfortable casual clothes, looking enthusiastically at the gray-robed wizard who stood up to preside over the meeting.
"We can sing, we can dance, we can raise glasses, we can praise loudly!"
The old wizard with white beard and hair said: "But don't forget, the evil shadow of the East is still there!"
The cheerful atmosphere in the camp suddenly solidified.
Glorfindel and Gemir shook their heads;
The dwarf's eyes widened and his nose opened and closed;
Legolas and the twins looked at each other, bewildered.
Arasorn and Halbarad were stunned on the spot like wooden sculptures, their brows furrowed.
Everyone was very angry and thought that the wizard should not pour cold water on him at this time. Only Fenna kept her eyes fixed on the figure on the main seat.
Dragon Byrne sighed. The golden eyes were like two sparkling gems, lighting up in the candle-lit tent.
"Does a wizard have to be a spoiler?"
The Dragonborn's voice became more mellow and full of magic. When he spoke, all the sounds disappeared, and even the wind was listening.
And his eyes were so majestic that almost no one dared to look at him anymore.
Not even wizards dare.
"My lord!"
Gandalf deeply lowered his white-haired head to the stalwart figure representing Eru Ilúvatar: "I just want to remind the elves, dwarves, and humans not to let a small moment pass. Victory has gone to our heads, and our enemy has not really shown up yet. It would be really stupid to completely let down our guard now."
"So you let the brown-robed Radagast leave first?"
Dragon Byrne's words suddenly woke everyone up. Indeed, while everyone was celebrating their victory, the brown-robed wizard who had also made great achievements had long since disappeared.
Combined with the Dragonborn's previous words, well, it's obvious that the wizard is planning something again.
Everyone's eyes were not only on the figure on the main seat.
Dragon Byrne wore a silk robe woven for him by the elves, with luxurious patterns outlined with gold thread and mithril. On the collar, the emerald green Elessa gem exuded soft green light.
A belt inlaid with three rubies, one large and two small, tied his waist.
The tall body leaned on the large seat, holding the armrest with one hand and resting his head on his fist.
The diamond on the forehead twinkled in the candlelight, reflecting the colorful light.
The completion of the oath made him feel relaxed, and the long-lost laziness returned to him.
Facing the handsome elves, the enthusiastic and bold dwarves, the elegant and heroic humans, and the table full of food and wine, he even thought for a time that he was watching an epic movie.
But the wizard's words immediately broke his dream, and the shadow fell on him again.
He couldn't help but sit up.
This time it was the elves, Thorin, and Arathorn's turn to feel the pressure.
The battle of Karndum changed many things, one of which was that the Dragonborn's power was further enhanced.
His voice is not only magnificent, but also has the power to change people's hearts. His eyes are not only majestic, but can also make people stand stunned like stone sculptures.
He is the destined son of this era.
All the elves, dwarves, and humans who witnessed the battle in Karndum thought so.
Because the creatures on the continent of Middle-earth have never clearly seen the blessing of Ilúvatar in a "mortal".
This kind of care even frightened Zoro.
Hence the following series of stories.
And now, this power also makes everyone present feel pressure.
No one dared to look directly into the eyes of the black-haired dragonborn. Elves, dwarves, and humans all only dared to put their eyes on the dragonborn's chest.
It wasn't until they saw that the candlelight in the tent had inexplicably shrunk into a small ball of fire that Thorin and the others suddenly realized that it was not their imagination that the air in the tent became heavy.
As with each of his new abilities, the current Dragonborn is still not able to perfectly control his new abilities.
So Dragon Byrne could only shorten his words as much as possible.
"What do you want, Mithrandir?"
But even so, the wizard still needs great perseverance to be immune to the magic in the dragonborn's voice.
He said.
"Don't disband the coalition, my lord! Now you have the most powerful force in Middle-earth since the last alliance between humans and elves! This is the perfect opportunity for us to take advantage of the evil before it can fully grow. Go straight to Huanglong and destroy the corner caves where evil may hide."
Dragon Bourne's expression turned serious, as if to say: Are you serious, Gandalf?
This made the dwarves anxious and uneasy.
But at this time, the Dragonborn's majesty was greater than before, and Thorin and his cousins no longer had the courage to face the Silver King directly and harbor secret resentment.
So the dwarves could only stare with angry eyes at the wizard who came up with bad ideas, thinking that he was bewitching the Silver King.
The wizard's eyebrows furrowed.
He was so angry with these stubborn, short-sighted dwarfs that he almost started to quarrel with them.
The elves were also slightly stunned by Gandalf's proposal. Everyone was whispering. For a while, there was no big noise in the camp, and small discussions were everywhere.
"Quiet."
Dragon Byrne frowned and slightly accentuated his tone.
The sounds in the camp immediately stopped again.
He looked at the gray-robed wizard who stood proudly like a pine tree, facing everyone's angry, restless, or passionate gazes and said, "You can't guarantee that he is still there."
"So I asked Radagast to rush back." The two of them riddled: "And he has many friends in birds and animals, and they can send him messages. I believe we will be able to confirm this soon."
"He won't show up at this time. His strength is far from restored. Our journey is destined to be in vain."
Dragon Byrne shook his head and said seriously.
This made the dwarf feel relieved. They looked at the wizard with pride, thinking that the Dragonborn was on their side. But the wise Arasorn and the elves discovered the mystery.
They all shut up and said nothing.
"But this is an excellent opportunity." The wizard's voice also became louder, as if to compete with the dragonborn's magical words.
"We will destroy their base and delay his recovery of strength."
"Pointless."
Dragon Byrne leaned his majestic body back on the seat again, seemingly losing interest in talking, but in fact, the two people's wills were in a fierce conflict, and there was a light in their eyes that only they could understand.
“As long as his ring is not destroyed, he will come back one day.”
"But we can minimize the scars caused by the return of evil. This is very necessary!"
Everyone, including the elves, nodded in deep understanding.
As a result, an inadvertent smile appeared on Dragon Byrne's lips, but it quickly faded away. He lowered his head, as if he was weighing the wizard's advice, and also seemed to be thinking about how to refute him.
Finally, the Dragonborn spoke. However, it was said to the dwarves.
"Thorin, we all see your bravery, please remember what I say next!"
The dragonborn's voice seemed to carry an incredible magic power, and it was everlasting in the ears of Thorin and the elves present.
"You have a promise from me! Thorin, no matter how many reincarnations pass by, I will do one thing for you and the Turin dwarves, a good thing!"
After saying that, he laughed.
And this made the solid atmosphere in the camp suddenly flow again.
"So, don't hesitate, go home!" Dragon Byrne said, like a kind friend, not a cold king.
As a result, the dwarves stood up in emotion.
"This is a very precious gift. Even the most stupid dwarf understands this!" Thorin Oakenshield said with a hint of excitement and gratitude on his old and cold face tortured by wind, frost and hatred.
"The dwarves are grateful to have served such a noble and noble king, and to continue to do so!"
then.
The dwarves unexpectedly agreed to stay with the coalition again and did not return to the Blue Mountains immediately.
And this was like a signal. When the Dragonborn's majestic golden vertical pupils swept across the elves and Arasorn present, everyone stood up together.
"So do we! My lord!"
"So."
Dragon Byrne stood up, his tall body even covering a large shadow. "Let's go meet the Dark Lord!"
Next to him, the instigator, the gray-robed wizard, immediately showed a sly look in his star-like eyes. He pulled out his beloved pipe and started smoking with a smile.
In fact.
When all the representatives of the coalition forces left, Fenner stayed alone.
She hugged the dragonborn's majestic body, like a pair of close lovers, and leaned her face against his chest and abdomen, saying: "Ocrianum, when will this endless journey come to an end? "
The Dragonborn gently hugged the female elf and sighed. "Destiny chose me, I had no choice."
October 3rd.
The coalition army went south, passed by Fengyun Hills, took the East-West Avenue, passed the last bridge, crossed the Cangquan River and the mouth of the Bruinen River, and entered Imladris, which is what we call Rivendell!
This is a paradise hidden in the valley of the Misty Mountains. Without the permission of the lord here and the guidance of the elves who know the way, outsiders cannot find this mysterious valley.
I saw the rushing Bruinen River branching into two mountain streams here, with the southernmost section flowing westward through the gorge.
A narrow stone bridge spans the river, and a zigzag steep path leads into the canyon. The higher slopes of the canyon are covered with pine trees, while the lower slopes are covered with beech and oak trees.
On the north bank of the river is the "last home" where Elrond lived.
Surrounded by gardens, there is also a terrace overlooking the river. The two branches of the Bruinen River form multiple waterfalls here. At night, these waterfalls and rivers emit a very soft light under the starlight, which is beautiful. Extremely.
Most of the history and doctrines of the elves are preserved here, which is a symbol of ancient wisdom and knowledge. Tired travelers can think and rest here, and also get wise advice.
In 3431 of the Second Age, the armies led by Gil-galad, the last High King of the Noldor, and Elendil, the human king, gathered in Rivendell. And crossed the Misty Mountains, marched towards Mordor, and started the final battle of the Alliance.
Now, if the coalition forces take this path again to attack Sauron who was secretly resurrected, it is not known whether he escaped or not.
