The Holy Ilúvatar went as quickly as she came.
When Smaug made a sacred oath in despair, Yiru left. Turka's figure returned to its original appearance, but no one present could ignore him at this moment.
Because at this point, the Valar, Nahal, and even Smaug had clearly confirmed that the man in front of them was the Son of Destiny who was favored by the most holy Ilúvatar.
"The favored one by fate."
A solemn and loud voice sounded, and it sounded like the wind blowing. Turka and Smaug instantly understood that it was Manwe, and he had arrived in person.
"We all see your heroic appearance, and your deeds will be passed down through the ages! You and your descendants will always be blessed by the mighty ones in the West: Under the starlight, all living beings will respect your clan! When you and Your descendants are tired of this world, and the land of Aman will welcome you. There will always be a place for you on the peak of Taniquetil in the West."
The king of the Valar warned Turka: "Beware of the south! The destined son of Yi Ru, a shadow is rising. It envelopes the entire race of Arda. It will test you and the empire established by your descendants!"
After saying that, Alda's breath master also left. He led the Valar back to the west, waiting for the final battle to come.
Only the thoughtful Turka was left.
south?
Turka's first reaction was that something had happened to Gondor. But in hindsight, Manwë's warning was much more serious than he thought. It was a war that lasted for many years and harmed countless races in Middle-earth. But at that time, no one knew.
Before the powerful men of the West left, Est?, who was responsible for healing all wounds and soothing fatigue, blessed the dragon Smaug.
The wounds on the dragon's back healed quickly, and its dull eyes regained their energy.
It stood up.
As vibrant as before the injury.
Smaug shook his huge head in shock, once again shocked by the power of the Valar.
This gentle force also came to Turka, and the silver-white king immediately returned to his original state. "Praise the merciful Esti!" Turka lowered his head and paid high respect to the merciful Lord of Healing.
They seemed to hear a slight laughter, and Esti turned into a breeze and followed the Villars.
When all the dust settled, Smaug gave up completely and said to Turka Aracano beside him: "Great master, the dragon Smaug is at your service."
Turka finally recovered from some thoughts.
He stared into the dragon's eyes for a while, and saw that in Smaug's cold vertical pupils, apart from a bit of resentment, there was more of a resignation. Obviously, the sacred oath cannot be broken even by the dragon, and the power of Ilúvatar is manifesting in it, just like when Turka made the oath before.
"Very good." Turka looked further west, toward the Lonely Mountain. He could feel that as he left, the shadow that stirred the storm became more active.
"Let's go back, I hope it's not too late!"
He stepped on Smaug's thick forelimbs and climbed onto the dragon's back.
Smaug shook his ferocious big head, and the thorn horns on it stood up, as if he was not very used to having an extra creature on his back.
But in the end, Smaug accepted his fate and spread his huge wings and took off.
Turka felt as if his body had become heavier and he had already flown into the sky. The fierce hurricane blew the surrounding broken peaks and trees.
The blue cloak was almost stretched into a straight line.
Nahar below let out a long hiss and followed closely behind.
They crossed peaks and jungles, crossed river valleys and streams, and saw Dovinion's huge orchards and the flowing river that meandered straight down. This made Turka Aracano feel a sense of novelty and interestingness. Weird emotions.
Everything is under your feet and the sky is above your head.
The cold wind howled.
The sun, moon and stars are within reach.
Who can compare with him?
Only the Holy Spirit!
In fact, Turka Arakano wields the power of the dragon, piercing the darkness of the sky, and returning to Middle-earth like a light of hope, which is destined to spread the legend of the Dragonborn throughout the ages!
The people of Dovinion were the first to witness this scene. These fruit farmers and winemakers were discussing the vision a few days ago. As a result, a huge black shadow flew from the sky first, with the sound of wind and thunder, Whistling by.
Immediately afterwards, a ray of white light rode the waves again, crossing the inner sea of Loen, and followed closely behind.
The people of Dovinion knelt again and prayed over the astonishing sight they had witnessed.
"Look, there's a figure on top of the dragon!"
someone shouted.
But at first his words were despised by everyone, because no one believed that anyone in this world could subdue a giant dragon.
More and more chariot people in the Loen area are spreading the news that a few days ago, a giant dragon fell from the sky and fell into the mountain.
A white light chased after him and started a fierce battle.
As a result, the mountain peaks collapsed,
The big tree was broken by its roots,
The stream was dammed.
A majestic and sacred light erupted in the mountain, and everything calmed down.
The giant dragon flapped its wings, leaving only a messy battlefield.
Therefore, these people believed that the vision a few days ago was really caused by someone fighting the dragon. The sun rising from the lake, and the destroyed mountains and forests, have also become myths and legends in the Loen region.
After the brewers of Dovinion, the fishermen of Long Lake Town were the second group of humans to see the dragon go and return.
By then, Bud had been arrested.
Because the mayor was very angry, thinking that Bard was deceiving the public and brought back the people asking for wages, so that he entertained the dwarves in vain and lost a lot of money, so he ordered the dwarves to be taken to Changhu Town. Bud was found guilty and imprisoned.
Others must help him repair the damaged market area and houses free of charge.
He said, "Isn't it your fault alone? If you hadn't brought these damn dwarves to my town, the dragon wouldn't have been offended! And my house wouldn't have been destroyed! So, you're in jail Let it stink and rot, crow-mouthed virtue, this is already my greatest mercy!"
Although his statement is unfair, judging from certain facts, it does make sense.
Although people interceded on his behalf, the angry mayor did not accept it and increased taxes on everyone. His reasoning is: If the dwarves are not going to fulfill their promise, then you must pay for this act of funding. Don’t forget, you all agreed at the beginning that the return of the King under the Mountain to the Mountain is a good thing for everyone!
As a result, the people of Changhu Town, who were already happy for nothing, became even more dissatisfied.
Some people are secretly planning something, and rumors about changes are quietly spreading among the people.
It was at this time that Smaug left and returned.
"Dragon! Dragon!"
Changhu Town was once again in chaos. The people and guards cried for their parents and fled in all directions.
In the chaos, the fat mayor was killed.
The body was abandoned in the market area in the middle of the lake.
Immediately afterwards, Bud was released from prison.
The rioting people shouted: "Since that fat pig is not going to fulfill his obligations, let him go to hell! We need a leader who is more considerate of the people and can see further in crises!"
Many of these people were the people brought back from the wilderness by Bard.
So many people shouted: "Bud! Bud! Bud!"
Bud was panicked at first. This was rebellion and he didn't want to do this. But people refused to listen to his explanation. Some people took off the bargeman's shabby coat, and some people put a fine black fur coat on him and declared that this was the new leader.
The people cheered.
In this way, the descendants of Lord Girion of Dale regained power.
