Character determines destiny.
Saruman's fall stemmed from his pride. Even without Turka, he foolishly turned his back on the light and chose to be with Sauron in his original history.
In his opinion, everything in Middle-earth is less than a piece of his sleeve.
He is passionate about knowledge and power, but has no mercy for the weak. In a sense, he is very similar to Sauron, and his fall is almost foreseeable.
Even after Sauron's defeat, he remained stubborn and turned a blind eye to the good intentions of Gandalf and Galadriel. He resented the hobbits who ruined his good deeds, and eventually caused turmoil in the Shire, resulting in his death. With his tongue-tied hands, the spirit body dissipated in the wind.
Therefore, when the white-robed wizard ignored Turka's warning and left the table angrily, Turka knew that in the end, the former Istar would inevitably embark on the path of depravity.
He felt a little pity, but that was all.
Among them, Galadriel of the Golden Forest may have noticed it, but she didn't say anything. Gandalf was worried and kept sipping his pipe. Radagast was a little at a loss, and his gray eyes were alternately awake and confused.
Elrond and Glorfindel leaned over and whispered something;
Cirdan's eyes were sharp and he didn't know what he was thinking; Celeborn and the representatives of the Woodland Kingdom were silent.
"This will be an event that will shake the light." Gandalf said: "We should not fight among ourselves at this time. It is too unwise."
"Before the war comes, it is very important to recognize ourselves and the enemy clearly." Turka stood in the starlight, like a god in the sky. He turned around completely. His long hair, thicker than the night, was bound by a mithril-forged forehead crown, draped behind his waist like satin. His slender pupils looked unusually cold at this time: "Saru Man is as proud as a peacock that stands out from the flock, and he cannot even tolerate anyone except the goals he recognizes."
"A wise man should not make rash comments." Elrond said: "Lord Turka, the white-robed wizard may have become more elusive, but he is still a member of the light camp."
Turka stopped talking.
Because he didn't know what to say. Could it be that he said: because he was sure that Saruman would eventually fall?
He glanced at the beautiful Galadriel. She found that the Queen of the Tree People of Karaskarazon was looking at her with a smile, as if she had read through his mind.
oh?
Turka thought thoughtfully when he thought that this well-known elf queen in Middle-earth had always been wandering in a place that was neither too close nor too far away from the white-robed wizard.
"Shouldn't we discuss the blue-robed wizard and the enemies behind him? Why do you sound like the white-robed wizard has fallen?" the representative of the Woodland Kingdom said uneasily.
Two mysterious blue-robed wizards are disturbing enough, but now a white-robed wizard is added to the mix. Gods, can the mighty ones fall so easily?
The elven lords all spoke in silence.
"Radagast and I have been patrolling the east and south these years, but we have never found Alatar and Palando." Gandalf put away his old smoking gun and said: "On the contrary, we found the barbarians and barbarians in the east. The Dongyi people are becoming more and more active. They are closer to the Inner Sea of Runen and the Inner Sea of Nurnen. Mordor and the wilderness of Rovanion have become noisy and turbulent. But the human world is..."
He shook his head, looking worried.
"If they are not to the east and south, perhaps to the north?" said Glorfindel.
"North? Impossible." Turka frowned. "Elpera has never relaxed its vigilance to the north, but I have found no trace of wizards north of the Shire."
"Perhaps another north," Galadriel said.
"What do you mean?" Turka was stunned.
The elf lords present also looked puzzled. Everyone seemed to have erased the hellish fortress from their hearts. So much so that in the beginning, no one connected it.
Only Gandalf had a flash of light in his eyes and exclaimed: "Utumno! (Utumno)"
This name seemed to possess some kind of magic power. When the gray-robed wizard blurted it out, everyone, including Turka, felt an extremely thick darkness sweeping in from the north. It was vaguely like a blazing fire in front of me, and a shrill howl could be heard endlessly.
"Gandalf, how dare you say this name here!" Elrond's handsome face showed an expression other than calmness for the first time. "This name has been known to me since a long time ago, even before I was born. Abandoned." He looked around at everyone, and there was even a trace of fear in his gray eyes: "There are not many legends about it among the elves, and most of the elves don't even know it exists! We all intentionally or unintentionally removed it from It has been deleted from our memory. Mortals and fools are not even qualified to know its existence. The dwarves in the north will not even look at that place. Because their spiritual sense makes them intentionally ignore this terrible name! "
But at the same time, the Lord of the Glen also said: "But if the blue-robed wizard is really hiding in that terrible cave full of ashes, poisonous water and death, then we can be sure that the enemy in the darkness may indeed be back! This is A matter that cannot be ignored, Lady Galadriel, are you sure?”
There was also a look of fear on Galadriel's beautiful face, as if just thinking of the enemy's name made her feel uneasy. Celeborn realized something and immediately took his wife's hand.
"I'm not sure, but I have a hunch! Yes, that magical cave forgotten by all of us will rise again! Maybe in the not too distant future." She said. "Many of us will not be able to see the coming of the new era, and many of us will become the mainstay! Our destiny has been determined, and everything is as destined as it is!"
As a result, everyone seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and fear and shadow occupied the hearts of everyone present.
"Then, I may understand why the envoy from the West returned to Middle-earth at this time." Glorfindel is the one who knows the former enemy best, even more than the beautiful Galadriel. learn. Because he had fought against him and his evil minions more than once when the kings still existed, and even died because of it.
Thinking that the herald of Manwe actually came to the wedding of the Silver King in person, bringing the blessings of the Western Gods and rejuvenating the north, the Lord of the Golden Flower said: "The powerful ones are warning us in this way that the enemy is back. ! Only by uniting together can we see the hope of Middle-earth in the coming wave of darkness!"
He looked at the shipbuilder Cirdan: "That's why the Lord of Waters doesn't answer the elves' prayers, and the gods are also preparing for war!"
No one spoke.
Even the wizards are digesting this explosive news.
They were noble Maia, but their sacred parts were bound by the rules of Arda. There were things they could see, and there were things even the wizards could not see through.
But when Lord Golden Flower cleared away the fog of fate, many unknown answers poured into their hearts one by one.
The meeting ended in a hurry, and there were many remaining topics, but compared to the return of the dark enemy, everything seemed not so important.
The elves hurriedly made a decision to strengthen their ties and be wary of the rising darkness, and left Rivendell.
Representatives of the Woodland Kingdom need to bring this breaking news back to Thranduil; the shipbuilder Cirdan returns to Gray Harbor to guard the only port for the returning armies of the West and the return of the Eastern elves to the West.
Galadriel and Celeborn of the Golden Forest also returned to Lothlórien to prepare for the coming war;
Gandalf and Radagast also need to continue hunting for enemies hidden in the darkness. Among the members of the council, only the Lord of Rivendell has the lightest task.
However, he also has his responsibilities.
Before leaving, Elrond brought a man to Turka and Gandalf.
"Your Majesty, Lord Mithrandir." Aragorn saluted the silver king and the wizard. At that time, he had just come of age, but the future king of men had already grown extremely tall and handsome.
He has the same gray eyes and long black hair as his father, the former deputy prime minister of the kingdom and the fifteenth generation leader of the Dúnedain people, Arathorn. Whenever he stares intently, almost no one can resist him. But the fate he bore made his face sad and stern, and it was clear that the elf had not concealed his father's death.
He has thick finger bones, thick calluses on his fingertips and palms, broad shoulders, and light steps. He has very good skills at first glance. In addition, he has a dignified appearance and excellent demeanor, which makes people admire him. Since he grew up under the guidance of elves, you can find in him the wisdom of elves and the tenacity of humans at the same time - Arathorn did not take the young Aragorn to Annuminas, but always taught him by elves. Maybe Arazon was vaguely aware of something in his heart.
Young Aragorn had great respect in his heart for the great king his father had served.
He is also a meticulous disciple of the wizard.
Both Turka and Gandalf took a liking to the young human.
Turka looked up and down at this king of men who was about to take the stage in Middle-earth, as if he saw the indomitable warrior in him - "Your father is a brave and great warrior. He He did his best for El Pera."
This was not the first time Turka saw Aragorn, but the most recent time was back when he was a child, when Aragorn was still there. He couldn't help but say: "The son of Arathorn and his companions will always be welcome in the north. May you, when you feel tired, rest in the country for which your father worked hard and died. Annuminas has become extremely beautiful now." , even Elrond’s family will not give in too much!”
Elrond just smiled at this and was not offended.
Because what the Silver King said is true. With the development of the north in recent years, Elpera has begun to get on the right track in all aspects, and the shores of Lake Nengweiao have once again become as beautiful as a fairyland.
Gandalf glanced at Turka, and then said with a smile: "Your destiny is not in the north, Aragorn. Go south, to the stone city where your ancestors once stayed, your destiny is there! Before that, , you need to abandon your current name, remain invisible, and do not use the language of the elves. Because your enemies have already occupied it, you need to change your appearance and use another identity to gain the trust of the people of Gondor. Then, you will know that you fate."
Aragorn knew that the two men in front of him were both powerful men of the world with great abilities. Among them, the Silver King granted him protection, and the Wizard clarified his fate.
Coupled with Elrond's teachings, young Aragorn suddenly understood that the time had come for him to leave.
So he bent down deeply, saluted the three people here, and said, "My sword will always be wielded for kindness!" Then he left the valley and began his magnificent life.
"The glory of the Holy Sword of Narsil will reappear in this era!" Gandalf looked at the son of Arathorn who was leaving and said: "Gondor will usher in its true master! The king will return! Everything will be restored. Get back on track!”
The Holy Sword of Nasil is Elendil's sword. It was forged in the Blue Mountains in the First Age by Tirhar, the most famous dwarf blacksmith in Nogrod. In the Battle of the Last Alliance, Elendil died and Nasil was broken in half. Isildur used half of Nasil's Holy Sword to cut off the Dark Lord's finger that held the Ring, thus never ending Sauron's rule.
What the wizard said was predicting the return of the king among men.
Turka said nothing.
Elrond said: "The chaos of the human world will be put down in the hands of Aragorn, but in the end the country established by mortals will pass away, and the dragonborn will rule everything."
Turka then raised his head and said, "Maybe. But that will be a long time later, and maybe many of us won't be able to see it. At least, here, I don't see humans surrendering."
"Your son will do it for you," said Elrond and Gandalf.
Turka fell silent again.
This was the knot in his heart. He was not a fool. Following the prophecies made by Galadriel and the wizard, he was vaguely aware of the fate that had befallen him and his wife, and seemed to see the future of his descendants. It is a heavy fate.
The arrival of Eonwe confirmed all this.
Elpera will continue to prosper, and the Valar bless the Dragonborn and his descendants. But the price was something he didn't want to see. He was very disturbed and extremely angry. But he couldn't resist. Because that is what the wife also desires.
So, he didn't want to talk about it.
Seeing this, Elrond and Gandalf understood his thoughts, and felt a pity for the Dragonborn in their hearts. But they didn't say anything, they just said no more.
All of the above happened in the year 2952 of the Third Era. At this time, 11 years have passed since the Battle of Lonely Mountain, and 21 years have passed since the Dragonborn came to this world.
This year, the northern kingdom of Elpera became increasingly prosperous under the governance of Turka.
This year, Gollum was captured by Sauron, the Dark Lord knew the whereabouts of his precious ring, and the shadow began to shroud the Shire.
This year, the second Holy White Council in which the Dragonborn participated was held in Rivendell, and the news that the dark enemy was likely to return to Arda was officially raised. Saruman turned his back on the light and chose a tragic fate.
This year, young Aragorn received the blessings of dragonborn, wizards, and elves, and officially entered the stage of Middle-earth.
