Characters: Dragonborn, Balrog
Plot: The Kingdom of Elpera and the dwarfs allied forces entered Moria. Turka fought with the Balrog and single-handedly destroyed the Balrog occupying Moria.
Setting: Moria
It is said that in an era when the sun and moon did not appear, Turin I, the ancestor of the seven dwarves, awakened in Gundabad Mountain in the north of the Misty Mountains. He traveled south to a shining lake in Darkstream, where his reflected image wore a crown of stars. He named the lake Keled-Zaram in Dwarven tongue. , that is, Mirror Lake in common language.
Since then, Mirror Lake has become a holy place in the hearts of dwarves, whether they belong to the Durin clan or not. In the caves above Darkstream, Durin I began building Khazad-dûm.
The dwarves discovered mithril deep underground. This precious metal only exists in Khazad-dûm. The dwarves crafted weapons and many other beautiful things, which they traded for food with the elves and later humans.
Thousands of years passed, and Durin's descendants prospered in the halls of Khazad-dûm, and the name of the great city spread throughout the world. In that era, the dwarves became very wealthy, and this once the most powerful and famous dwarven kingdom in Middle-earth was filled with light and music.
But by 2E 40, after Beleriand was destroyed in the War of Wrath, most of the dwarves who lived in Belegost and Nogrod in the Blue Mountains moved west to Khazad-dûm. As Khazad-dûm's population increased, the arrival of these western kin also brought Khazad-dûm skills in casting, carving, and blacksmithing. All these made Khazad-dûm more prosperous, and its prosperity reached its peak during this period.
In 750 of the Second Age, some of the Noldor elves who survived the War of Wrath came to Eriador, and they founded Eregion outside the west gate of Khazad-dûm.
The dwarves of Khazad-dûm established precious friendships with the newly arrived elves. The Eregion leader Celebrimbor (grandson of Fëanor) and Na'vi, the craftsman of Khazad-dûm, built the West Gate of Moria.
From 1350 to 1400 of the Second Age, a group of Noldor and Sindar led by Galadriel and Celeborn left Eregion and headed east through the Misty Mountains via Khazad-dûm to Loth. Lorien.
Around 1500 of the Second Age, Celebrimbor forged the Seven Rings of the Dwarves and gave the first of the Seven Rings to Durin III, King of Khazad-dûm at the time.
In 1697 of the Second Age, Sauron sent an army to attack Eregion, and Durin III fully supported the elves of Eregion. Despite this, Eregion still could not escape the fate of destruction.
As the elves retreated from Eregion, Durin III sealed the west gate, and Khazad-dûm was isolated from the outside world.
At the end of the Second Era, the Final Alliance War broke out, and the door to Khazad-dûm was opened again. The dwarves and elves fought alongside men to ultimately defeat Sauron. As Isildur cut off the Dark Lord's finger with the Ring, ending Sauron's rule, the dwarves returned to their homeland and sealed Khazad-dûm once again.
In 1980 of the Third Era, because the dwarves dug too deep, they awakened an unknown monster hidden under the city in ancient times. This creature wreaked havoc on Khazad-dûm and killed King Durin VI, so it was named Durin's Nemesis.
The next year, it killed a second king, Nain I, son of Durin VI, and the dwarves were forced to leave their homeland and go into exile. After thousands of years of glory, the great city of Khazad-dûm fell into darkness and emptiness. Khazad-dûm was renamed Moria.
Today, the dwarves are preparing to regain this former holy land with the help of the Silver King.
Unlike the Fellowship of the Ring, Turka led a large army and led a group of dwarves to easily find the ruins of Moria between the Red Horn Peak and the Silver Teeth Peak.
I saw a small stream winding out from under the cliff not far from the gate of Moria, flowing along a brown-reddish river into a pitch-black lake without waves. The gloomy surface of the lake reflected neither the sky nor the setting sun, and around it were many stumps and dead branches, which seemed to be the remnants of an ancient thicket, or a hedge that had lined the valley before the water flooded it. Along the road across the valley.
On the other side of this gloomy and ominous lake stood a huge cliff, looking stern and pale in the setting sun. There was no sign of a gate or an entrance in the undulating stone walls, not even a gap or a crack.
Immediately under the cliff, there are still two strong, tall, and still vibrant holly trees standing. Their thick roots stretch from the mountain barrier to the water. Standing tall, straight, dark and silent, they stand like two sentries at the end of the road, casting deep night shadows all around under the trees.
Turka stared at the lake, thoughtfully.
"If the legends of the dwarves are true to what the literature says, then this is where it is!" Balin, the leader of the dwarf army, said: "It was through this road that the elves of Eregion traded with the lords of Moria. The holly tree is a symbol of the residents of that place. They planted the holly tree here to mark the end of their territory. It was a happier time, when different races still maintained close friendships, even dwarves and Elves are no exception."
Gildor Inglorion glanced at him. He is a Noldor elf of the Finrod family. He has satin-like black hair, is tall, and his gray eyes reflect the starlight.
He had been living in Rivendell, but as the blessings of the Valar returned to the north, this Noldor Elf began to yearn for and yearn for the blessed land in the west. But he knew that the day for him to return to the west had not yet come, so he left the valley and chose to settle closer to the sea and Vala, that is, Annuminas.
Only here can Gildor feel the peace in his heart again, and his former strength is slowly recovering, returning to the same state as when they first returned to Middle-earth from Aman.
Gildo didn't have a good impression of dwarves, nor did he dislike them. However, when the Son of Findin said this, the Noldor Elves, one of the witnesses of history, couldn't help but retort: "It is not the elves' fault that friendship has faded."
"Is it the dwarves' fault? That's not what I heard." Although Balin is a rare wise man among the dwarves, there will always be some 'objections' between the two sides in the face of these things.
"The dust of history has settled, why do you need to delve into it further?" Turka still values these elves who have seen the Double Sacred Trees. Like Galdo who was the first to join the Gray Harbor under his command, these The elves are mostly entrusted with important tasks. So Turka said: "Now, the most important thing is to find the secret door built by the son of Curufin and the dwarf craftsman Na'vi. As far as I know, the dwarf's secret door will become invisible after it is closed. It can only be seen under starlight and The traces can only be revealed in the moonlight. There is still some time before the moon rises, maybe we should be prepared, because I always feel that staying by the lake is not a wise move."
Gildo and Balin just shut up.
Among them, Gildo looked at the deep lake and frowned. "I vaguely remember where Simon Moria is. But I don't know what the shadow lurks in the water is." He said: "When Celebrimbor, son of Curufin, still ruled this land, this place was There is no such lake, so the elves don’t know much about it.”
Although the dwarf did not quite agree with the elf's previous words, deep down in Balin's heart, the old dwarf was deeply aware of the abilities of these elves. Hearing what the Silver King and the elves said, he couldn't help but frown.
He looked at the sky, then at the gloomy lake, and said, "In this case, maybe we can let the army camp under the rock peak first, and then let them pass after the secret door is opened."
Therefore, the Elpera Kingdom and the dwarf armies left the lakeside and temporarily set up camp closer to the cliff.
The sun gradually went west, and darkness began to cover the land.
"let's start."
With the stars all over the sky and the bright moonlight falling on the earth. Turka clutched the Spear of Aegros tightly - after the Battle of the Five Armies, the dwarves found this spear of the Noldor High King deep in the mountains and returned it to the Silver King.
Gildo walked to the edge of a gray cliff. He gently stroked the cold stone wall and murmured to himself.
As a result, wherever the elf's slender fingers touched, a silvery light gradually appeared. Slender silver veins spread across the rock. At first they were nothing more than pale spider threads, very slender, shimmering only intermittently when the moonlight struck them, but gradually they grew wider and clearer, until at last the whole pattern was discernible.
It was a shining silver door. All I could see was a vault formed by the interweaving of elven letters. Below, although the lines are blurred or interrupted in places, the outlines are still visible: an anvil and a hammer, above which hang a crown and seven stars. Below these are two more trees, each with a crescent moon. In the center of the door a single multi-rayed star shone brighter than anything else.
"That is the coat of arms of Turin!" cried Balin.
"And Telperion and Laureline!" said Gildor. Telperion and Laureline, the Two Sacred Trees.
"In addition, this is the star of the Feanor family." The Noldor elf of the Finrod family pointed to the blind star in the center of the door and said, "Celebrimbor is a descendant of Feanor, and his family has always used The symbol of the three Silmarils. The language on it is the mother tongue of my people. Translated into common language, it is: Lord of Moria, Gate of Durin. Please say, friend, and enter. The following line The small, blurry words read: I, Navi, built this door."
Turka nodded. This scene was familiar, yet a little strange. It seemed like he had seen it a long time ago. But it doesn't matter. As night fell, his inner uneasiness grew stronger.
He stared closely at the increasingly deep lake surface and said loudly: "Go in quickly and be careful of possible enemies inside!"
Gildor also felt that the shadow that shrouded the place was getting thicker. He said in the Noldor language: "Friend!" The star on the door suddenly brightened, and then faded. Then, the outline of a huge door appeared silently, although not a single seam or tenon could be seen before. Slowly, it split in two, opening inch by inch until both doors were open and flush against the wall.
Through the open door, you can vaguely see the steep steps climbing up. However, after passing the lowest steps, the darkness inside was deeper than night. A cold wind blew violently from behind the door, making people feel uneasy.
Balin couldn't hide his excitement and said: "Beard of Turin, this is Khazad-dûm, the holy land of all dwarves! We are finally back!"
"Light up the torch and carry the shield in front." Nori said loudly and began to direct the dwarves to enter the old dwarf holy land in batches. And behind them was the army of the Kingdom of Elpera.
Finally, the elves surrounded the Silver King and Gildo, guarding the humans and dwarves who were slowly but orderly crawling into this deep and dark mountain like long snakes.
In fact, Turka was right to worry.
Since there are too many people in the coalition, and the secret door built by the elves and dwarves is not large, it will take some time for all the troops to pass through. As the coalition forces lit up torches one after another, orange-yellow lights illuminated this desolate and lonely mountain. Some unknown ripples began to appear on the surface of the deep lake.
"Damn it, that beast isn't really coming, is it?" Turka tightened his grip on the spear in his hand and looked back at the coalition forces who were still queuing up. The only good thing was that there were no orcs in the mountains. There were heavy troops posted at the door.
"Be careful!" Holy Spirit Hal spoke. He raised his golden horse's hooves and landed heavily. A spark suddenly lit up, illuminating the beautiful faces of the elves: "There is something coming from the bottom of the lake. It is hungry. No Be willing to let go of the delicious food in front of you!”
"Then it picked the wrong opponent!" Turka shouted: "Gildo, protect the gate."
The elves drew out their swords, drew their bows and pointed arrows at the lake, with calm expressions.
When Bahrain and the others heard this, they immediately accelerated their pace of movement. The place here is too small, which is not conducive to the expansion of the army. If they stay here, Turka and the others will be constrained.
In fact, in the next moment, something unexpected happened.
A huge black shadow pierced the cold lake water, suddenly emerged from the lake in front of the gate, waved its long and slippery tentacles, and launched a ferocious attack on Turka and the others.
Turka swung the extremely sharp Spear of Aegros, and cut off one of the tentacles with one spear, and Nahal stepped through the lake and rushed straight towards its body.
The monster in the lake was in pain. It opened its huge mouth filled with countless daggers and spit out a ball of unknown juice as dark as ink.
The remaining giant tentacles swept towards Gildo and the others crazily.
Gildo turned sideways with great dexterity, avoiding a slippery tentacle of the lake monster that glowed with a faint green light. He cut off the tentacle with countless suckers like it with a sword, and disgusting green juice suddenly spurted out.
The others either ducked sideways in a tacit understanding, or used shields to support themselves, or shot the tentacles attacking them like maces like rain of arrows, but they were not in danger for a while.
Occasionally, one or two unlucky guys were rolled up by the monster in the lake and lifted into the air, but they were quickly cut down by other elves using their dexterous posture and the sword in their hands to cut down the rolled-up tentacles three times and five times, and saved them. down.
"Don't stop, speed!"
Balin shouted: "This is not something we can handle. Let the great Turka Aracano and the noble elves go to each other. Our battlefield is inside!"
Only then did the coalition forces wake up from the sudden change and speed up their pace. They passed through the gates of the elves and dwarves and entered the mines of Moria.
