In the years when the human world suffered great defeat and pain, the North was also embarking on a special adventure. It's special because it shouldn't be in 'history'.
Many years after regaining control of Erebor, Thorin had a thought that had been buried in his heart for a long time. He thought of the days when the dwarves worked, sang and prospered in the ancient dwarf palace in the heart of the Misty Mountains, and of the magnificent and glorious dwarf sanctuary of Khazad-dûm.
This thought was so strong that even the increasingly prosperous kingdom under the mountain couldn't let him go. We don't even know whether it was the power of the Ring of Thror that influenced him, or whether these desires originally existed in the heart of every dwarf.
All we know is that after more than fifty years of re-ruling the kingdom under the mountain, Thorin once again had some desire in his heart for the dwarf holy land buried deep in the mountain.
He longed to return to the dwarf's holy land, to the majestic palace filled with mithril and singing, and to the resting place of his ancestors. At that time, Thorin was no longer young, and his beard and hair had turned from gray many years ago to silver; his once strong body was also beginning to slowly weaken, and his eyes may still have remained as sharp as before, returning to the distance between Aulë and the dwarf ancestors. There will still be some time in the palace, but it is undeniable that the king under the mountain has also begun to enter his twilight years.
So, Thorin began to think, hoping that after his death, his bones could be buried in the place where his ancestors were buried, in that ancient holy place.
What supported his decision was that with the re-emergence of the kingdom under the mountain, the Turin dwarves once again became glorious and wealthy. At any time, they can pull together a team of Rangers and embark on an adventure that will not break their bones even if they fail.
Plus, Thorin remembered the Silver King's promise.
That was the oath Turka made himself after the Battle of Karndum.
So, after the rude and dangerous chariot men in the great wilderness of Rovanion turned most of their attention to the south, Thorin sent an envoy headed by Balin to celebrate the heir of the great king of the north. In the name of being born, he led a group of dwarves to Annuminas.
And when this huge mission headed by Bahrain arrived in the north.
Turka then knew their purpose.
The king received the dwarf in the holy and glorious hall. At that time, he was wearing a silver-white robe. The collar and cuffs were embroidered with various exquisite and complicated cloud patterns with gold and silver threads. He had a belt inlaid with many flowers around his waist. An opal band, the gems on it are reminiscent of his iconic eyes. Wearing a mithril headdress on his forehead, and his long satin-like hair draped behind his waist, he was as noble as a god descending into the world.
"My king, may your glory shine on the earth forever! I haven't seen you for many years, but your style is still the same." The old dwarf's honest body bent deeply, and his beard almost hung down to the ground. "But the Aracano family has welcomed a new member, which is really gratifying."
Behind him, Ouyin and Ou Rui, two old friends he met during the Lonely Mountain adventure, also bowed down with respect, as well as Froy, Ronny, Nali, and Flair. They are members of this mission, and they will also be the dwarves who followed Balin to regain Moria in the original history.
"Bahrain, my friend, there is no need for this." Turka smiled and helped him up, carefully looking at this long-lost old friend. I saw that the old dwarf, whose beard and hair had turned white many years ago, had become stockier, and his originally sharp eyes had even begun to become a little hazy. His long beard hung down to his belly.
"Dwarves are always welcome in my palace, and the dwarves of Turin are now my subjects." He was referring to the dwarves who were hired and ruled by him.
Balin was very happy. Apparently, the silver-white king had not forgotten the friendship and promise of the dwarves. He raised his head and said some very polite words, and then said: "My king, Thorin not only asked me to bring his greetings, but also I want to ask, is the promise made by the Silver King back then still true?"
Turka was silent because he knew that the oath he made back then would come true. But his heart at the moment was filled with his family, and he really didn't want to leave his wife and children at this time. So he said: "It's not that I don't want to fulfill the promise I made back then, but it's that my heart stays in the north. Please forgive me, Balin, my friend. If the dwarf is willing to be patient and wait for a while, I promise that no matter what happens, I will All can be promised.”
It is said that at that moment, Bahrain felt a mixture of joy and sorrow. Fortunately, the Silver King has not forgotten the promise he made to the dwarves, and Thorin's request will most likely be fulfilled. What's worrying is that, as the rumors say, the King of the North doesn't want to leave his wife anymore, and wants to wait until he agrees to send troops. I don't know when.
"Well, I hope that day is not too far away," Balin said. The majesty of the silver-white king cannot be violated by the dwarves. After bowing respectfully, Balin and the others left the king's palace.
Afterwards Balin sent some messengers back to Erebor to tell Thorin the news. However, he led the dwarves to temporarily live in the north.
In fact, after the meeting, Turka also returned to the palace behind the royal court with a heavy heart. He walked through a beautiful maple forest and found his wife who was accompanying their two children in a small garden.
Under a ginkgo tree with dense flowers and overflowing fragrance, the queen gently pushed two small wooden baby cradles and hummed a beautiful elf tune in her mouth. The gentleness on her face made Tour Ka almost never forgets it;
The two little people wrapped in their mother's love opened their amber-like eyes, waved their immature little hands, and shouted something to their mother.
The breeze blows, the golden flowers and leaves dance, and the warm sunshine shines, making this scene look like an extremely beautiful oil painting.
Turka couldn't help but walked over and looked lovingly at the two little people in the cradle and his gentle wife without saying a word.
The twins seemed to recognize their father. They stared excitedly with eyes that were exactly the same as their father's. They kicked their chubby calves cutely and danced with their white hands.
However, the elf's singing seemed to have some kind of magic power, and the young twins soon fell asleep in their mother's loving lullaby. Their pointed little ears would shrug from time to time, which was so cute.
After making sure that the children were all asleep, the queen stopped singing the lullaby and signaled the maids to carry the two princes and their little cradle back to the queen's palace. Then he said: "Ocrianum, I already know the purpose of the dwarves' coming. Go and fulfill your promise. The king's oath should not be forgotten!"
Turka pressed his lips tightly together and said nothing.
Fenna didn't say anything more, she just leaned on her husband's side quietly, looking at the beautiful flowers in the garden and the tall ginkgo forest swaying in the wind.
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