It is said that during that period when the Northern Kingdom was booming, Turka Aracano once thought about what was most important, or what was needed most, in the newly born Kingdom of Elpera.
After thinking about it for three full days on the top floor of the King's Tower, in the room containing the Minas Itil Crystal, and touring the northern land for three full days, Turka suddenly became enlightened.
He recalled what he had seen when he was scanning the northern land from the mountains of Dusk Hills.
At that time, to the west of Annuminas, there was the last gathering place of elves in the north, Mithlond, the port of the Kingdom of Linton;
In the east, there are Fornost, the capital of the old Kingdom of Arthedain, and the mountains and plains such as Wind and Cloud Summit;
To the south is the Shire, the home of the Hobbits. It is a beautiful land full of vitality and green, and the people there are all simple-minded, lively and kind.
And the north.
The wilderness of Eton has been desolate and desolate for thousands of years. Elves, humans, orcs, dwarves, the powerful races on the Middle-earth continent have fought one war after another on that land for thousands of years. In the end, except for death and ruin, These races left nothing to that land.
Every year, in winter, icy cold winds sweep in from the Frocher Ice Sea in the far north. It was a strong blast of cold air. It can almost freeze the ground.
But without the obstruction of towering mountains and forests, this cold air brings huge harm to the north almost every year. Especially in the narrow but fertile valley plain between the Dusk Hills and Beigang, the only two low mountains in the central region of the north, due to the terrain, the biting cold wind will flow from between the two mountains like a sharp sword. The wind blew by, sweeping away the wild berries and crops cultivated by humans.
In addition, before civilization reached the industrial age, forests were an indispensable basic element in human development. The trees in the forest not only provide the fire source needed by humans, but the large and small animals in the forest are also the conditions for hunters to make a living.
Therefore, if the North wants to develop, it must re-plan the ecological environment of the North.
Thinking of this, Turka's heart moved.
He looked south.
After thinking for several days, on a starry night, Turka rode on the Holy Spirit Nahar and left the north. That was one of the few decisions he made during those days to leave his beloved wife and his subjects.
south.
Fangorn Forest.
It is not far from the Methedras (Methedras, Sindarin, meaning: the last mountain range) at the southernmost tip of the Misty Mountains. A few dozen leagues to the west is the South Curunir Canyon where Isengard is located; to the southeast More than a hundred leagues away is Edoras, the capital of Rohan.
A ball of light shining like silver suddenly stopped at the entrance of this extremely ancient forest.
It's Turka.
And the long-lost Holy Spirit, Na Hal.
"My lord, are you sure you want to do this?" Nahal's huge golden horse hoof stepped on the soft ground and spoke: "Many of these Yavanna creations have forgotten their mission and have become like a star. They are just like trees! But their essence is not just trees!"
"This is exactly one of the original intentions of my coming here." Turka said: "I have not forgotten the warning of the mighty one! Although many of you think I have forgotten it. Ent (Treant) is A force strong enough to fight the darkness. They call themselves shepherds of hundreds of trees, walking in the forest, whispering in the forest, enjoying the moisture of the earth and the rain from the sky, but in the age of darkness, they have never done their best for this land. Isn’t it right to feel even the slightest bit of responsibility?”
At this time, the third day's sunshine will pierce the eastern sky, and the forest in front of you looks dark and endless. Turka asked himself, and also deliberately said something about existence: "When the final battle comes, every race should actively and diligently dedicate their lives for their survival and the continuation of the earth. Strength, otherwise, what's the difference between them and those guys who help others do evil? What do you think? Lord Hal."
"According to my original intention: you are right!" Nahar said: "But this matter always needs these silent lives to decide, doesn't it?"
Turka nodded, acknowledging its statement.
So, one person and one horse, they walked into this forest that had existed since ancient times.
Compared with the Mirk Forest, the trees here are taller and older. Between the trees there are knotted branches and grass and moss everywhere. There is no such thing as a road.
Moreover, as they went deeper, the entire forest seemed eerie and inexplicable, and a strange and suffocating feeling enveloped them, as if the air was too thin for people to breathe.
It seems like there are countless pairs of eyes peeping at you in the dark, making you feel inexplicably cold in your heart.
special.
The trees here seem to be alive. Whenever the ubiquitous breeze of Arda blows, the whole forest makes a murmur similar to "Hulum, Hulum". It seems that the owner here does not welcome outsiders into the forest.
But neither Turka nor Nahal were ordinary people, and they were not frightened by the weird atmosphere of this forest. The light of Valinor in Nahal illuminated the dark forest, and neither the dense branches nor the gnarled roots could stop this holy creature.
The trees, flowers and plants avoided each person and the horse, allowing them to drive straight to the core area of the forest unimpeded.
Boom, boom, boom boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. The sound seemed to come from beneath the ground, or from among the large branches overhead, or perhaps from the trunks of the trees in the forest. It was as if the forest was stopping their progress.
In other words, some life in the forest is trying to stop one person and one horse.
But Hal didn't stop, nor did he turn his head and look around. Instead, they would split the forest in a certain direction and drive directly to the destination they wanted to go to.
Then, a loud hum or trill sounded, sounding like a low-pitched horn, echoing continuously among the trees.
In the distance, the same sound of "Hoom, hom, hom" came from several directions. It was not an echo, but a response.
But Turka and Nahar turned a deaf ear and continued walking deeper into the forest.
Finally, I don’t know how long I walked. Turka and Nahar came to a seemingly airtight wall of dark green evergreen trees. The branches of this tree come directly from the root. The branches are densely covered with dark green and shiny leaves that resemble thornless holly, and support many straight spikes of flowers and large shiny olive buds. .
A narrow entrance is harmoniously embedded in this huge tree wall. There is an old path through the entrance, which drops suddenly along a long steep slope. There is a large valley below that is almost round like a bowl, wide and deep.
The edge of the valley was ringed by a tall, dark evergreen hedge. The valley is very flat and covered with grass, but only three extremely tall and beautiful birch trees grow at the bottom of the bowl.
In addition, there are two trails on the west and east sides that can reach the bottom of the valley.
This is the Secret Forest Valley, where the Ents (tree people) hold meetings.
Turka and Nahar stopped in front of the entrance.
