When Adrasil first saw the guy who called himself Orandil in the big tent under Umbar City, he felt like he was being targeted by bad luck.
But at that time, no one noticed Sauron's true face, because the form he chose was so kind and beautiful. This figure has long golden hair, dark eyes, and a noble temperament like a king. He speaks and behaves politely, which makes people feel like spring breeze.
He calls Ecthelion the King of Men in the West, the Great Lord of Gondor, and calls himself a servant.
He said: "Thank you, the noble Ecthelion, for your visit. Please allow me to introduce myself: I am a descendant of Western mankind in the south. I heard that the son of Turgon II is here to fight against the despicable and despised traitors and traitors." Pirate, show the majesty of the late king, and I am extremely excited! Just because I have a common ancestor with the humans of Gondor! This will also be the glory of me and my family! I am willing to do my best for your Majesty's achievements, please ask the great The Lord of Gondor allows it."
Ecthelion remained wary of Sauron at first, and continued for a long time.
But Sauron's form was too deceptive, and Sauron, who transformed into Orlandil, kept spouting rhetoric containing deadly venom to Ecthelion, and his voice was like a moisturizing voice. Drizzle, like beautiful music, can always touch the deepest desires of people's hearts.
Soon, Ecthelian was moved by him. He asked this handsome, god-like guy who called himself "Olandil": "So, what can you do for me?"
Orlandil immediately said: "I heard that the great Lord of Gondor is going to lead his warriors to launch a general attack on the pirate city! But if you are willing to believe me, I have a way to persuade Angameti II to leave the city and surrender. In this way Warriors who come to Gondor will avoid a fearless sacrifice, and you will also have the title of "King of Mercy" added to your title! "
According to him, his family has some kinship with the ruling family of Umbar. So maybe the Pirate King will listen to his advice.
Considering the complex genealogy among the Númenóreans, this was entirely possible, and no one doubted it.
However, Swan Knight Adrasil is very wary of this guy who calls himself Orlandil, and his heart is always full of uneasiness. He believed that this man was of unknown origin and that Ecthelion should not trust him.
Other lords either agreed or opposed also expressed their opinions.
In this regard, Orandil seemed very confident. He stood in the big tent without saying a word, like a king and a servant.
Ecthelion hesitated.
On the one hand, he felt that this human made him inexplicably uneasy, but on the other hand, the ring and Sauron's divine power affected him at the same time.
In Ecthelion's mind, two voices were at war.
One of them said: This person cannot be trusted!
Another said: There’s no harm in giving it a try!
Human will could not compete with the power of the Dark Lord, and finally Ecthelion's heart was filled by the voice behind him.
He said.
"If Angameti II is willing to lead all his minions out of the city to surrender and offer his crown! Then, as you said, I will spare him!"
Sauron smiled proudly secretly.
Because he knew that the most powerful kingdom in the human world had opened its door to him. The son of Turgon II was destined to become his plaything.
But at this moment, Sauron didn't show it at all, because he knew better that many people were still very wary of him. Including the family with elven blood. So, he bowed humbly to the son of the Prime Minister of Gondor and left Ecthelion's camp.
Sauron, who transformed into Orandil, walked alone into Umbar, the pirate city that had trapped the Gondor warriors for six months, under everyone's surprised, confused, mocking, and puzzled eyes.
And not long after, he led all the Umbar nobles, including the pirate king Angameti II, and walked out with bare hands.
"This is really surprising!" The lords of Gondor said in surprise, obviously a little impressed by the guy who called himself Orlandil.
The soldiers were also thankful that they no longer had to shed their blood under the hot southern port.
"Victory! Victory! Victory!"
At first, only a small number of people cheered happily, but then they saw that the original enemy was actually dressed in plain clothes, holding up his glorious crown, and knelt down in front of his general, Aiksei of Minas Tirith. In front of Li An, everyone burst out into loud shouts that resounded through the sky.
"Ecthelion the Conqueror!"
The soldiers shouted, their faces and eyes filled with fanaticism. "Ecthelion the Merciful!"
"Hero! Ecthelion! Hero!"
The lords also lowered their proud heads immediately to show respect.
And Sauron transformed into Orendil, standing next to Ecthelion, who was suppressing excitement and excitement, and Angameti II, who was expressionless, with a smile on his handsome face.
Early June, 2941 of the Third Era.
Umbar surrenders to Gondor!
The son of Turgon II, the future 'Fallen' Ecthelion II became another hero of Gondor who conquered the pirate city!
News of the thousand-year-old enemy's defeat swept toward Minas Tirith from the south like a hurricane.
People talked excitedly about the warriors ahead and looked forward to the return of the army. Even the increasing number of patients were temporarily forgotten.
The whole city became morbidly vivid and active in an instant.
It was under this circumstance that Gandalf rode his horse and came to the Holy White City.
"Minas Tirith!"
Looking at the seven-story stone city standing on the Pelennor Fields, the huge black shadow of Mount Mindoruin at the end of the White Mountains Ered Nimrai is reflected on the majestic White City, and the dawn makes the towering mountains look more and more beautiful. The white, gray-robed wizard showed a trace of solemnity in his eyes.
"Mithrandil!"
The soldier guarding the huge iron gate in the lower city yelled: "Maybe you came at the wrong time. Baicheng does not welcome guests for the time being! And you always bring sad and dangerous news, which is very important to the people of Baicheng who have already fallen into mourning. Saying that may not be a good thing!”
"That's exactly why I'm here!"
The voice of the gray-robed wizard was majestic and loud, reaching the royal court above the seven stone walls: "The acting master of this holy white city should open the city gates wide and welcome me! Because I will solve the problems that trouble him. The stubborn illness in my heart!"
Many people heard the wizard's words, and to the delight of the guards and the people of Minas Tirith, soon, they actually heard the deep sound of the horn coming from the royal court.
The prime minister ordered the guards to open the city gate.
So Gandalf was finally able to enter the city of hope in the human world.
Here, the gray robe wizard encountered almost the same situation as the brown robe Radagast. Turgon II did not believe the gray robe wizard's "alarmism" at first, until he heard that the wizard Gandalf had been attacked, and the opponent was also a mysterious Istar, so the Gondor Prime Minister believed that the outbreak in his city It's not a disease, but some kind of evil witchcraft.
But that is another story. Maybe we can find out something from the royal secret volumes such as "The King's List" and "The Mystery of Istar", but at that time, not many people knew about it.
On the shore of Lake Nenvi, Annuminas.
On a starry night, Turka traveled through most of Middle Continent and rushed back to the King's Tower.
"You mean, the culprit is the blue-robed wizard Alatar?" The non-stop movement around the clock did not leave many marks on the face of the silver-white king. Turka sat on a wide chair and seemed to be asking He asked, as if he was talking to himself: "Is there still that unspeakable enemy?"
There were only two people in the room, him and the brown-robed Radagast.
He stared at the brown-robed wizard, his dragon-like golden eyes arousing stress. "But how is that possible? He has been driven into the Void by the Valar, and can hardly come back! That's so far as I know! Or is this just your imagination, Radagast."
The friend of the forest who had a battle with the fallen blue-robed wizard seemed to be a different person than before. The robe on his body was changed to a new one, his hair and beard were also trimmed, and his cane and sword turned into a cigarette. gun.
While puffing away the smoke, he frowned and said, "If it were just Sauron, he wouldn't be able to do this! None of us would sacrifice our lives for Sauron, no matter how cunning and evil he is! But the Dark King is different. , there is someone who can make an Istar bow and obey orders, and apart from the former Demon King, I can’t think of another person!”
This news is so exciting that it can be said that it is almost comparable to the first time Turka met Ilúvatar.
Turka frowned deeply, and an inexplicable irritability surged into his heart.
He murmured: "It shouldn't be. Are the wings of my butterfly really so powerful? Even Morgoth fanned out..."
Because the Silver King said this in an unfamiliar language that Radagast did not understand, the wizard looked at him strangely: "What?"
"No, it's nothing."
Turka suddenly woke up. He shook his head, as if to get rid of a disturbing thought. He concentrated and asked: "Let's not talk about this for now. Tell me, Radagast, can you crack this?" Witchcraft?”
"It's not easy, but yes, I can do it."
The brown-robed wizard inhaled the last breath of smoke into his throat, and then it came out from his ears and nose, with a look of intoxication on his face - Turka's eyelids twitched.
"I have found the source of the disease. Soon, I will be able to restore the health of the people in the city!"
In fact, the brown wizards tried to pray to the Mighty Ones. However, the news fed back by Vera was specious and mysterious, and even Radagast could not fully understand it.
As a result, the slovenly forest friend whom Turka originally influenced seemed to be a different person.
Radagast even needed to learn the bad habits of the gray robe wizard in order to hide his inner fear and uneasiness. It can be seen that the "unspeakable" person in their mouth puts great pressure on the brown-robed wizard.
"This is good!"
Turka nodded and asked: "So, the Alatar you mentioned is still in Annuminas? Or, is he still in the north?"
Radagast put away his new hobby and said with a frown: "Maybe he is here, maybe he is not! He is an Istar, my lord. When we want to hide our presence, almost no one can find us. us."
"You said so, almost!"
Turka said coldly, with an almost dangerous light flashing in his dragon-like eyes: "Radagast, I hope you can help me and pull him out of his rat holes! I know you can , you succeeded in finding him this time!"
The Dragonborn stood up, his majestic figure giving people a sense of oppression: "You can use Palantir, it is also a very powerful tool!"
"I try my best, I try my best." Radagast became even more gloomy. He shook his long gray eyebrows in a funny way and muttered: "I just hope that he is still in the north! Or, not here. Better. I don't want to be pressed to the ground and rubbed by him anymore... He has become stronger, stronger than when he was in Valinor! Maybe, maybe, unfortunately, I can't beat him! This is really a sad story …”
Turka was speechless.
However, the brown-robed wizard's appearance gave him a familiar feeling, which seemed to fit the image in his mind.
He couldn't help but ask: "Do you remember what happened in the blessed place?"
Only then did Radagast come back to his senses from mumbling. He let out a sigh and said with a smile: "A little bit, but yes! But it's not important. I have experienced more in Middle-earth!"
Knowing that he didn't want to talk about the Western Holy Land, Turka could only ignore it with regret. He walked to a window, looked at Annuminas in the night, and asked: "Does the White Council know what happened here? What do Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel say?"
"Maybe we need to hold another meeting!" Radagast said: "These recent events contain too much information and are too scary. All the wise men in Central Continent should gather together to discuss contingency measures!"
"Then so be it!"
Turka saw that many important ministers had gathered in the King's Tower, and said, "Convene another meeting after finishing the dwarf affairs."
He looked at Radagast and said solemnly: "About the dark enemy Morgoth!"
Then this terrible topic was temporarily ended.
In the lobby of the King's Tower.
Turka met with Fenner, Galdo, Halbarad and some other important ministers.
The silver-white king sat on the throne in the middle of the hall, looking down at everyone.
"I have heard what happened that night, and now, I have three orders!" At that moment, Turka showed his cold side for the first time.
“First: Death to the agitator!”
"Second: Those with bloody hands will be hanged!"
"Third: Those who are kidnapped are not guilty!"
The brief but cruel command made almost all the elves and Dúnedain who faced the silver-white king's cold vertical pupils shudder. They seemed to smell an extremely rich scent from these three simple commands. The smell of blood.
But no one dared to disobey, including Fenner.
First of all, although Turka's three orders were cruel, compared to the bad behavior that night, those people seemed to deserve their punishment. Secondly, Fenna knew that there were some things that the king had ordered and would not be changed.
This is the majesty of being a king and the means of governing a country.
It won't vary from person to person.
