"This is a rune."
Elrond first looked at the swords taken from the troll cave and said: "The name of this sword is Orcrest. In the ancient language of Gondolin, it is the 'sword that kills orcs' It means, this is a famous sword. It should be the sword of Lord Fountain. Ecthelion used this sword to kill countless Orcs and Balrogs."
"Mithrandil, yours is called Gramdrin, which means 'the enemy hammer'. It was once the king of Gondolin and the sword of Turgon, High King of the Noldor. But that city They had already destroyed it many years ago, and I can’t figure out why these two swords fell into the troll’s cave.”
"Maybe the thugs robbed the thugs," Turka said.
Elrond shook his head and returned the sword to the dwarf king and wizard. "Please use these two weapons well, they will protect you from evil."
Bilbo even wanted to take out his dagger and let Elrond see what he had to say, but in the end he chose to shut up angrily.
Elrond took the map of the Lonely Mountain again and looked through it. In fact, he did not fully agree with the adventurous behavior of the dwarves and their love for gold, but he hated the dragons and their evil atrocities even more.
And this was a request from the Silver King and the Wizard, and he couldn't refuse.
"Well, there is a hidden layer of text here, but I can't read it now." Elrond was a little surprised.
"Why? I thought you knew all the runes." Gandalf blinked, more surprised than he was.
Elrond smiled and said: "Of course I can decipher the runes, but there is a layer here that should be moon runes. Dwarves use silver pens to write, and they must be written in the same season and under the same moonlight as they were that day. Only then will it appear."
He showed it to the dwarves and wizards by looking at the moon.
Apparently, tonight's moon isn't that specific. It was empty.
"Then what's written in the ordinary runes?" Thorin asked with a straight face.
Elrond glanced at him. The wizard nodded.
"Here it says: The gate is five feet high, and three people walk side by side." He said. "But the key to unlocking this door is hidden. If you want to know what he wrote, you have to interpret it under specific circumstances."
In fact, Turka knew what was written in the moon runes, but he really couldn't explain why he knew it.
Then he stayed aside silently. Anyway, he knew that this secret would eventually be solved, so he was not in a hurry.
"Then we have to wait here?" The Hobbit was invited because he was the key to breaking through the empty door. He, Turka, Gandalf, Thorin and Elrond were the only ones present. Obviously this was a secret trip. Meeting.
"This should be written on a midsummer night, so don't worry, we will know it in a few days." Elrond gave everyone a not bad news.
It's mid-May, which means there are only a few days left. This made the distraught Thorin feel a little better.
"I hope it's not too late." He said: "I can hardly wait any longer. The dwarves have lost their home for so long that I almost forgot what the palace looked like under the mountain."
"To be honest, entering the Lonely Mountain is not a great idea." Elrond said to Turka, and even to everyone: "I have also heard of the omen, but this does not mean that Smaug has left. Your adventure could very well turn into a tragic disaster."
"Sir." Turka couldn't help but say something for the dwarves: "If the elves lose their home, they will do everything for it."
Elrond was speechless.
He handed the map back to Thorin and said with approval: "Lord Turka is right, there is always something worth fighting for. Thorin, son of Thrain, may you get what you want."
It was a blessing, and Thorin gladly accepted it.
So this topic comes to an end for the time being, and the adventure team needs to wait here for about two weeks, waiting for the arrival of Midsummer Festival.
Only then could Elrond see the hidden words on the map under the same moonlight.
This is very important, but Bilbo and the others can't rush it.
They had spent a long and wonderful week in Rivendell. It was at this time that the Holy White Council was convened.
the next day.
Without the knowledge of the dwarves or the hobbits, the big shots gathered in Rivendell under the cover of night and decided on a series of issues that almost changed Middle-earth.
"Gandalf, I almost don't know why you gathered everyone here in such a hurry at this time. Is it because you plan to carry out some small actions secretly? Just like the so-called adventure you and your dwarves have this time."
A very low, melodious voice full of magic sounded.
If the listeners are not careful, they will rarely be able to tell what they hear; even if they can, they will be confused.
Most of them only remember that they felt happy when they heard the voice speak, and everything it said seemed like wise and reasonable words. There will be a desire in their hearts, and they can't wait to show their wisdom by echoing.
They feel that what others say is harsh and rude, and that contradicting that voice will irritate those who are already captivated.
Those who are conquered by this voice are still at its mercy even from afar, and they will always hear it whispering in their ears, urging them.
Unless they are strong-minded and strong-willed and determined to get rid of it.
This is the voice of Saruman, almost as powerful as the Dragonborn's magical voice.
"It was I who asked the elves and Mithrandir to issue the summons." The silver-white king sat on the north side of the round table, with his back to the moonlight. The shadow hit his face, making his pair of golden vertical pupils even more dazzling like those in the night sky. stars.
His voice also made everyone unable to help but listen, and like a breeze, it spread into everyone's ears and flowed into their hearts, erasing all the previous sounds.
"Because I found that the elves and wizards have been too lazy in the past thousand years! You shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting this world, but you allow darkness to grow in Middle-earth, and you don't even know that our enemies are back."
"This is a very serious accusation." The first voice sounded immediately, and the tone was like a kind-hearted person who was full of grievances because of undue harm.
"The elves and wizards work hard and guard the peace and tranquility of this land without any slack. Isn't this a credit? As for the enemy, I'm sorry, please forgive my ignorance. Which big shot has witnessed his honor with his own eyes? What? Sauron was wiped out thousands of years ago. Isn’t this known to everyone? Ah, but since the Silver King holds his own authority, let’s just listen. What do you have to say?”
Everyone present almost held their breath.
This is a battle of wills. The white-robed wizard and the silver-white king almost met for the first time, and they clearly showed their preferences.
Two pairs of shining eyes sparkled in the darkness.
In this invisible battle, wisdom is their source, their voices are their weapons, and their eyes are like substance, coming and going in the air.
"In the north, we met the Balrog and the King of Wolves; in Karndum, the screams of the Nine Knights still echo; in Dol Guldur, we passed by the demon; in Mordor, he The minions have almost clearly shown their master’s despicable plan, and the lost Isil crystal is back, isn’t this evidence?”
"Almost? Sorry, I seem to have heard a specious word. Is this rigorous? Ah, maybe we have experienced many battles, but isn't that what the Silver King implemented for his oath? He blew the ancient horn, bustling with people , noisy, almost disturbed everyone, but almost fooled us with just one sentence. Ha, my lord, please forgive me, if you can prove that his figure has truly reappeared, then I will agree with what you said !”
Huge magical pressure gathered between the two, the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the wind stopped. The sky became dark and dark, as if it was about to fall.
"Don't be too busy trying to convict each other."
Lady Galadriel of the Golden Forest spoke, and her voice poured into everyone's hearts at the same time, like a clear spring and like moonlight.
Her hair was both gold and silver, and her eyes shone with wisdom.
"We are here together at the call of our allies, isn't it to discuss countermeasures? The elves have also noticed that the shadow is sweeping across them again, and the solution is urgent."
This gave the white-robed wizard a heavy blow.
Because he was surprised to find that the Elf Queen's position was almost the same as that of the Silver King.
Coupled with the silent Lord of the Golden Flower, Elrond, and the two foolish wizard colleagues with sharp eyes, he could hardly find an ally, which made Saruman extremely angry and disappointed.
His strength may not be inferior, but his heart has been completely lost.
"If this is Mrs. Galadriel's request, then so be it." The white-robed wizard put away his power and said with a dull expression.
The Dragonborn were also surprised by the other party's power. They stopped fighting and put away their huge pressure.
Then the wind resumed its flow.
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the bright moonlight descended on the earth again.
Mrs. Galadriel nodded to the white-robed wizard and the silver-white king with a smile on her face, and said nothing. A pure white silver ring flashed between her onion-like jade fingers.
"Master Turka must have his reasons for saying this. Let's listen to the reasons. It's not surprising that a wise man thinks a lot, but never manages to take care of everything."
Gandalf the Gray also said. He is one of the most loyal allies of the Silver King on this invisible battlefield.
Turka thought for a moment and took out a piece of well-wrapped oilcloth.
"What's this?"
Everyone's eyes were attracted.
Turka informed the members of the Holy White Council about the simultaneous outbreak of unexplained epidemics in the north and south, and opened the package himself. Inside was an ordinary piece of linen, which seemed to be torn from someone's clothing.
"I cut this from the body of a sick person. The power attached to it must be familiar to everyone."
The brown-robed Radagast was the first to rush up, sniffing and even licking it regardless of appearance, with a sparkle in his cloudy eyes.
"Yes, this is indeed the smell of witchcraft."
Now everyone was in an uproar.
The white-robed wizard's face turned ugly. He looked at the rag in confusion, silently wondering what he was thinking.
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