Fifteen days have passed since the battle in Molannon.
The coalition of elves, humans, and dwarves is still constantly clearing out the shadows lurking in every corner of Mordor, searching for any clues about where Sauron, the public enemy of Middle-earth, is hiding.
Dragon Byrne stood alone deep in the heart of Olojuin, watching the high-temperature molten water below.
Samas Nauer.
The heart of Sauron's kingdom, the smelting place he established when his power surpassed Middle-earth in ancient times, is also the forging place of the Supreme Lord of the Rings.
In the darkness, a red flash of light shot up, slammed into the dark ceiling of the cave, and then slumped down again.
Steam and poisonous smoke quickly filled the entire cave.
At the same time, there was a rumbling commotion deep below, as if a huge machine was pulsing and working.
Dragon Byrne seemed to see a tall figure, waving his hammer, forging a small ring made of gold and forged in the flames of Orojuin.
Finally, the ring was forged successfully, and the tall figure laughed happily.
This laughter is so evil that all the evil in Central Continent cannot compare with it. It is the backside of the light, making people feel fear in their hearts.
It is the afterimage of Sauron's evil magic, affecting everyone who enters this terrible place of fire.
Even elves are unwilling to enter this evil place.
Only the dragonborn was not afraid of the high temperature and poisonous gas here, and stayed here for ten days. One wanted to see if he could find traces of Sauron in this once secret base, and the other was also thinking about a certain problem.
"My lord!"
In the darkness, Gandalf's voice suddenly sounded. "The elves have filled in most of the caves. If the orcs want to dig these caves again, they will have to spend more energy and time. This is enough for us."
Dragon Byrne looked back at him, a pair of golden vertical pupils shining in the darkness.
"Mithrandil, do you think Sauron's desire for power and pursuit of power come from his heart, or does fate make him like this?"
The scorching molten fluid deep in Oluojuin's belly surged upwards, and the firelight illuminated the wizard's gray beard, and his eyes also sparkled in the darkness.
Gandalf bowed slightly and said: "Every choice a person makes is a reflection of his spiritual power. You can say that fate made him do this, or you can say that he chose his fate!"
"Cunning wizard."
Dragon Byrne was dissatisfied with Gandalf's official rhetoric, but in the end, he turned around and walked out of this dangerous place of fire.
The wizard smiled slightly behind him.
The conversation between the two echoed in Samathnaul, and the afterimage of Sauron's evil power was diluted and eliminated in the magical voices of the two.
"What you say is as good as not saying anything. Gandalf, you know what I'm talking about."
"My lord, you have also seen your destiny. Are my words wrong?"
"But I still want to hear a different answer."
"Unfortunately, I can only give this answer! Moreover, I have a hunch that fate will allow us to reunite here in the near future."
"Mithrandil."
"What?"
"I hate the way wizards pretend to be gods."
"Ah, people always like to talk when they are old. Please forgive me, my lord."
"Will you grow old?"
"Won't."
As the sound faded away, Samasnaul returned to calm. Only its molten lava that had been there for thousands of years was constantly rolling, waiting for the return of its owner.
They went out into the rift.
This is high up in the volcanic cone, but still far from the smoking summit.
Orojuin (Mount Doom) seemed to have fallen into a deep slumber with Sauron's departure. The rugged couloir rises from the huge base of the mountain, about 3,000 feet above the plain, and the towering central volcanic cone rises from the couloir about 1,500 feet high. It is like a huge oven or chimney with a jagged fire vent at the top.
On the rugged mounds and couloirs above, a trail or road climbed up from the west like an ascending ring, coiling up the volcano like a snake and arriving without waiting to go around and out of sight. At the base of the eastern side of the volcanic cone.
The ground around them was cracked open, and thick smoke and stench were rising from the deep cracks and pits. But the Doomsday Volcano was still shaking heavily, but it did not erupt.
Below, the plains of Gordorus were dim and dim, enveloped in smoke and shadow.
But under the Dragonborn's sharp eyes, he still saw everything below. I saw that the towers and battlements that were once as tall as mountains, as well as the huge courtyards and dungeons, and the prisons without windows have all been demolished by the coalition forces.
The indestructible Demon Lannon completely disappeared.
Only the fang towers on both sides remain. It is here for the humans of Gondor to monitor the evil minions of Mordor that have not yet been completely cleansed.
In the vast plains and valleys, corpses of orcs piled up and burned by the coalition forces could be seen everywhere. That number is almost several times or even ten times that of the coalition forces.
Among them, the foul burning smell can be smelled in the Wudun Valley for a long time.
To the east, the Ash Mountains and Shadow Mountains continuously surround the vast land of Mordor, all the way to the Nurnen Inner Sea, Hildorien and Khand.
"This is a breeding ground for evil, Mithrandir. We cannot completely eliminate the darkness here. Sauron will come back." Dragon Byrne withdrew his gaze and sighed.
It has to be said that Mordor's terrain advantage is too great. The Ash Mountains and the Shadow Mountains are its natural protective belts. Except for Morannon who takes the Ghost Pass, it is almost impossible to lead an army to attack here from other places.
Even if it weren't for inhuman beings like the Dragonborn, if the coalition forces wanted to attack this place, the losses would be so great that the elves and dwarves would despair.
Therefore, this place is naturally suitable for Sauron to develop his evil power.
"For a long time, I don't think so." The wizard said with a serious expression: "This coalition has almost uprooted his power in Central Continent. Even if Sauron wants to come back, he must seriously consider whether he will be killed by you and the elves. , the possibility of an attack by an army of humans and dwarves!”
However, he soon added: "But who can say for sure what will happen in the future? Maybe, in three to five years, evil will come back. Just like the proverb of the dwarves: darkness never disappears, it just lurks." "
"You have told both sides, Mithrandir." Dragon Byrne looked disgusted.
The wizard smiled and said: "Because fate is the authority of Yi Ru! How can we know more than the most holy Yi Ru? All we can do is do our job well."
Dragon Byrne was silent for a moment and nodded.
"you're right."
He said.
"Then this battle should come to an end. We have all been away from home for too long, and the rest will be left to time." Dragon Byrne looked to the west, in the direction of Gray Port: "I think It's time to go home."
"As it should be."
The wizard bowed. Ended this topic.
November 5th.
The Great War, known in history as the First War of Light, finally came to an end. The coalition of elves, humans, and dwarves, led by the Dragonborn, broke through the gates of Morannon and eliminated the orcs who occupied Mordor.
In this battle, the coalition forces not only destroyed Dol Guldur, flattened Mo Lannon and the Evil Black Tower, but also exposed Sauron's conspiracy to come back to the light.
Even the story of the Dark Lord making his henchmen kneel down and sue for peace was told by someone. As a result, in the next few years, the entire Middle-earth was talking about the Dark Lord's resurrection, but he was humiliated by the Dragonborn who came to the door. The explosive legend made Sauron almost lose his face.
A few years later, when the Dragonborn traveling in the Middle Earth heard those lowly people in a country tavern making up all kinds of scandalous jokes about the Dark Lord after drinking and eating, he really wanted to know. What would Lun look like when he heard this?
But at the same time, some shadows are also lurking secretly, waiting for the flower of evil to finally bloom and condense into fruitful fruits.
But that's for the future. Now, let's deal with the immediate matters first.
On this day, Dragon Byrne rode on the generous back of the Holy Spirit Nahal and delivered his final speech on an abandoned hill.
At that time, he could already speak Elvish very well.
"My friend, we have been waiting for this day for so long. So long that we have almost forgotten the fragrance of the trees and grass in our hometown; so long that we have forgotten the rising sun on the mountains and the seaside; so long that we have forgotten the joyous songs and laughter!"
He said.
"But today, I want to say that our hard work and dedication finally paid off! We drove Sauron, the conspirator and villain who had brought trouble to Middle-earth for many years, out of Mordor and out of Middle-earth! We won. !”
"Now let's cheer!"
Under the hills.
Elves, humans, and dwarves all cheered together, the sound shaking the sky. Everyone's eyes and faces were full of excitement and excitement. It is a kind of joy from the heart.
"Next, we will have a period of peace, but please don't completely relax your vigilance, because this is just a stage of victory. We all know that Sauron has not been completely eliminated, and he may come back at any time!"
Following the Dragonborn's solemn warning, the expressions of the coalition forces suddenly became solemn again.
"But these are not what I want to say now. What I want to say is, let's go home." The Silver King said softly on the hill: "My friends. You are here at the call of the ancient covenant. After many battles, we finally won! I will always remember the help of elves, humans, and dwarves. Now that the war is over, let us go home. This will be our greatest reward."
The Dragonborn's voice was soft, but it contained magic, as if speaking softly in everyone's ears, like a friend, not a king.
This made many people suddenly sad.
Because they don't know when the partners who once fought together will be reunited.
Even many people will never see each other again in this life, because mortal life is so short and fleeting. All they can grasp is now.
Only elves can break free from this sadness.
Glorfindel spurred his white horse up the hill. After Guntan dismounted, he presented the Palantir that was kept by him with both hands.
"My lord, the elves have responded to the call of the ancient allies and come to participate in this sacred war. Now, the war is temporarily over, the enemy has fled far away, and the elves will return to the forests and valleys. This Palantir is the ancestor of our ancestors. Forged in the land of the west, it was given as a gift to the Númenóreans and brought to Middle-earth by Elendil. Now, humans are weak and unable to protect these crystal stones with powerful magic. The elves are willing to give this piece of par Lantel is dedicated to the Silver King to demonstrate his achievements and fame in this battle."
In fact, ever since the coalition forces regained the crystal ball of true knowledge that day, wizards and elves have been searching for which one of the seven Palantir Elendil brought to Middle-earth.
In the end, they came to the conclusion that this was most likely the Ithil crystal that Sauron obtained after conquering Minas Ithil.
In order to prevent this precious crystal from falling into the hands of the minions of darkness again, everyone unanimously decided to bring this crystal back to the north and place it in the tower of Annuminas as a symbol of friendship and an emergency communication tool. middle.
At that time, Ecthelion and the others had learned that this ancient Númenórean capital had been recovered, and the Silver King was very likely to settle here.
Minas Tirith itself preserves an Anor crystal, so there is no need to place a second crystal here.
So, Ecthelion, as a human representative, said: "My lord, I hope this crystal can be used as a token to witness the friendship between Gondor in the south and the Silver King in the north."
"As it should be," said the Dragonborn.
So, the resolution was passed.
"In this way, the connection between Gondor in the south and the ancient kingdom in the north will be restored again." Wizards and elves served as witnesses, witnessing the friendship and alliance between the two order camps of the north and the south.
"This will greatly ensure the stability and growth of the human world."
Thinking of this, the Dragonborn took the Palantir and raised it above his head as a symbol of the end of the war.
Under the sun, the Holy Spirit Nahal stood up.
Thus, one person, one horse, and one crystal achieved one of the most glorious moments of the Third Age.
The background panel is the dark sky of Mordor and the land filled with wolf smoke.
"Turcá Arakáno!" (note)
The elves of Linton took the lead in shouting a very ancient word, Turcá, in Quenya, which means: physically strong;
Arakáno, Quenya, means: the highest, or noble leader.
Combined, it is: High King!
Soon, the elves in Rivendell also shouted.
Glorfindel put one hand on his chest and saluted him, recognizing the Dragonborn's new name.
So the elves of Karaskarazon and the elves of the Woodland Kingdom also joined in.
Legolas looked at the tall, god-like figure on the hill with excitement, and lowered his head deeply.
"Turcá Arakáno!"
he said loudly.
Tauriel looked at him, then at the silver-white king on the hill, and joined in with a smile.
Finally, the dwarves and humans were also infected by this enthusiasm and joy. Under the leadership of Thorin, Arasorn and others, they cheered loudly.
As a result, Dragon Burn was also called Turka Aracano, and it spread widely, and was recognized by elves, dwarves, and humans at the same time.
Two Istars, Gandalf the Gray and Radagast the Brown, witnessed all this.
Note:
In order to prevent readers from being confused, the author hereby makes a note.
Dragonborn bear many names.
Among them, Dragon Bourne will be the human name he gave himself, and as time goes by, it is gradually abandoned. In the future, it can only be found in some legends and poems;
Ocriam is his name in Sindarin, and no one will dare to call him that except those close to him in the future; Maestors is similar, but it is a Noldor name;
Among the dwarves he may be called Lol Odgon, which means: Dragon's Roar;
At the same time, he may be called the Silver King, the Lord of Annuminas, among the people of the north;
Finally, Turcá Arakáno, a very noble name combined with Quenya, meaning: High King, this will be his new name and will be passed down forever!
