The passionate shouts and screams alerted the demon hidden in the deepest part of Khazad-dum. It woke up from its slumber, opened its evil yellow eyes, and smoke and flames surged around it. It has huge horns, thick limbs, and hands like hooks. There are no fangs in the bloody mouth because they are not needed.
Its interior is fire, and its shadow is its armor. Behind it, a large cloud of smoke and shadows surrounded its broad back like a pair of fleshy wings. A row of flaming mane stretches from its neck to its tail.
It is Balrog, the ancient evil.
Nemesis of the Turin Dwarves.
It roared violently, announcing its terror to the world.
The coalition forces and the orcs who were fighting trembled together, and some kind of fear from the depths of their souls surged into their hearts. Even the most powerful elves couldn't help but show hesitation and uneasiness.
At that time, Gildor and Balin, as one of the leaders of the coalition, surrounded Turka and did not participate in the fighting. "This voice is familiar yet strange. I haven't heard it for many years." Gildo showed a hint of fear on his handsome face. He said, "But I know their past. In ancient times, our relatives fought these demons more than once. They figure in many tragedies among elves.”
"Bane of Turin," Balin wailed, uttering the name that made all dwarves tremble.
Turka was already prepared. He said loudly: "Everyone, stay in formation!"
In fact, even if he didn't say anything, the coalition forces all stopped hesitantly and gathered together. Forming a confrontation with the orcs on the opposite side.
Hearing that terrifying roar, the orcs themselves also experienced considerable turmoil. Many timid orcs escaped cleverly. They followed the tunnels extending in all directions and escaped into the darkness without looking back. But more orcs stayed. Apparently the orcs knew what it was.
Looking back, Orcs and Balrogs themselves are from the same camp, so it is not surprising to know that there is a demon hiding underground. It's even possible that these half-orcs are the evil minions raised by the Balrog.
In short, it no longer matters what the truth is.
The burly orc leader holding a spear yelled and cursed loudly, trying hard to maintain his evil army. Its furious voice was so harsh in the suddenly quiet battlefield.
In the darkness, Turka's sharp eyes instantly focused on the 'burly' orc leader who stood out from the crowd compared to the orcs in these low misty mountains.
After estimating the distance, Turka found that the distance between the two sides was almost seven or eight hundred meters. The dragonborn could not help but marvel at the magnificence of this ancient dwarf holy land.
"Kill him," he said.
Immediately, an elf drew the bow string, loosened his hand, and several sharp arrows went straight to his throat, heart, and head.
However, this orc was very alert. When he realized that his voice was the loudest in the room, he immediately hid behind an orc not far away.
As a result, almost at the same time, several sharp arrows pierced the darkness and hit the unlucky guy's head, throat, and heart.
Seeing that the orc leader actually hid in the crowd and escaped, Turka couldn't help but sigh at this guy's cunning and vigilance. But this is a small episode. What is more important now is the increasingly hot red light at the end of the darkness.
It is said that the Silver King said to the elves and dwarves at that time: "Guarantee our retreat and stay vigilant. When I kill the Balrog or am killed by the Balrog, you should know what to do."
The dwarves were inspired by the strength and bravery of the silver king, and courage bloomed in the hearts of Balin and others again. "The dwarves will never retreat, for the sake of the heroic spirits of their ancestors!" Balin yelled with all his strength, and his originally stooped and stocky waist straightened up!
The dwarves shouted excitedly: "Durin ai-mênu!"
The main idea is that our ancestors are watching us. As a result, the morale of the dwarves became excited again.
When the humans in the Kingdom of Elpera saw the king walking out with the Spear of Aeglos in one hand and a shield in the other, their morale was boosted. They clenched their weapons tightly and looked nervously and expectantly at the tall figure in front of the formation.
At the same time, at the dark end that the coalition forces could see, on the other side of the cave. The doorway between the two rows of rock reliefs carved into the shape of giant tree trunks was dimly illuminated by dark red firelight.
Some kind of dull roar kept coming. It seems like some ancient demon is coming here
Everyone couldn't help but tighten their weapons. The half-orcs were also nervous, pushing and shoving, suppressing their fear and uneasiness, and made way to the doorway.
After a while, a blazing red light emerged from underneath, and tongues of fire licked the edges of the ravine from time to time, curling around the base of the stone pillars. Wisps of black smoke swayed in the hot air.
coming.
Almost everyone had this thought in their hearts.
And the next moment, a huge figure with fire and smoke suddenly appeared in the doorway. It looked like a human, but bigger. It is full of power and terror. It has not yet arrived, but its momentum has already arrived.
I saw it opening its bloody mouth and letting out an extremely terrifying roar. In an instant, boundless fear swept through everyone in the tall and majestic dwarf hall.
The coldness and darkness I experienced outside Mithlond (Grey Harbor) came back to me again after more than half a century. Turka frowned, couldn't help but open his mouth, and responded with an even louder and shocking roar.
Afterwards, this is how the dwarves who were lucky enough to take part in the battle described it.
"...Shadows and flames ignite from the depths of the earth, and it's coming! It brings endless fear and death! It is the messenger of destruction, the tyrant of fire!
...The supreme king roared in challenge, his voice full of anger, his eyes firm and fearless! He wielded the Elf's spear, used his shield to block the enemy's flaming sword, and fought with it bravely!
...We won! Turka Aracano pierced its heart! The Turin nemesis has fallen! Hammêlêkh ai-mênu!”
The latter word should mean "Long Live the King," but what makes many scholars of later generations doubtful is that this historical document "The Battle of Khazad-dûm" was apparently written by someone in the Moria recovery army led by Bahrain. Who does the “king” in the movie refer to?
Among them, a large number of scholars who study this part of history believe that 'Hammêlêkh' refers to the dwarf leader Balin or Thorin II at that time, but at the same time, a small number of people believe that this 'Hammêlêkh' should refer to the unification in the future. Turka Aracano, the founding emperor of the Elpera Empire in Middle-earth.
In addition, there are similar legends and poems among elves and humans, all of which praise the bravery and greatness of the Silver King.
And so it is.
When the Dragonborn's roar resounded through Central Continent again after more than half a century, the shocking power became even more majestic and terrifying. I saw the entire mountain trembling at Turka Aracano's roar. The huge echo echoed in the empty and tall dwarf hall, shaking the eyes of the elves, humans, dwarves, and orcs inside. Trembling, almost wanting to run away.
Even the fire demon was so frightened by the Dragonborn's roar that the fire dimmed and black smoke billowed.
It was very surprised, even a little hesitant. The guy in front of me is neither an elf nor a human, but he has more power than the Noldor Elf Kings of the First Era. This terrifying monster has been sleeping for so long that it has missed a lot. thing. It didn't even hear its master's call. And in its heart, it has not experienced a similar feeling for a long time.
Yes, it's scared.
The immortal part of this Balrog is warning it that this strange race in front of it is very dangerous!
However, evil and ferocity soon drove it forward again. This ancient demon emerged from the doorway, and flames sprouted from the terrifying form again.
It pulled out a flaming sword from the shadows, and in its left hand swung a whip with multiple strands.
Turka took one look and knew the battle was inevitable. So he also clenched the Spear of Aegros and the Elven Shield in his left hand, and slightly bent his knees.
The next second, the battle broke out instantly.
The Balrog's flaming sword was the first to attack, but Turka raised his shield to resist without any fear. There was a "dang" sound, and the Balrog's long sword made of flames struck the Elf's shield, and dazzling sparks exploded. The sword shattered into pieces of flame.
But Turka didn't dare to relax, because the Balrog's real killer was the flaming whip. In history, Fëanor, Fingon and even the spider demon Ugoliant all suffered great losses under the Balrog's whip. Therefore, when the Balrog swung its long whip and curled it around his ankle like a snake, Turka immediately raised his left foot vigilantly and stepped hard on the tip of the flaming whip.
The Dragonborn's physique determines that he is neither afraid of the flames of the Balrog nor its fear aura, and now his power is no weaker than that of the Balrog.
Therefore, when the Balrog was shaken because the weapon fell at the enemy's feet, the silver-white king took the opportunity to leap forward, and to everyone's surprise, he approached the ancient demon covered in blazing flames and black smoke, holding the snow-white spear tip in his hand. Stab straight into Balrog's chest!
The demon finally realized that the person in front of him was not easy to mess with. He let go of the long whip in his left hand, raised his thick right arm, and held it in front of his chest. This literally saved its life.
I saw the tip of the Spear of Aeglos piercing its right arm first, and then stabbing its chest without stopping!
But the Balrog was, after all, a fallen Maia that existed in ancient times. Its body was unexpectedly strong, and it took a little longer for the spear of Aegros to pierce its thick arm than Turka expected. And it was this loss that gave the Balrog a chance to react. It flicked its arm without fear of pain and pulled the spear in Turka's hand away.
As a result, the spear of Aegros sliced straight through the left side of its chest, and a large stream of molten blood spurted out, but it avoided the fatal injury.
Turka also noticed that the sharp spear in his hand was being carried away, but he calmly grasped the handle of the spear and pulled it horizontally. The sharp Spear of Aeglos sliced off the Balrog's right arm!
The Balrog was frightened and angry. The fire in his body seemed to be decreasing, but the darkness was expanding. Its intact left hand pulled out another flaming sword from the shadows and slashed it down.
Turka is no longer the rookie he was when he first arrived in this world. Now he is highly skilled and calm. He used the shield in his left hand to resist the Balrog's attacks, and the spear in his right hand continued to cause wounds on the enemy.
However, the enemy's biggest support had no effect on him, so no matter how the Balrog struggled, the outcome was almost foreseeable. The orcs were frightened like frightened birds and beasts, and they retreated continuously, including the 'burly' orc leader.
Finally, after an attack, Turka pierced the Balrog's chest with the Spear of Aegros. As a result, he himself blinked in disbelief.
How could it be... so easy!
Looking at the ancient demon who was nailed to the cold ground with the spear of Aeglos, and the flames and black smoke around him gradually extinguished, Turka thought for a while, pulled out his spear, stepped on the body of the Balrog, and stood high. He raised the famous weapon of Gil-galad, the last High King of the Noldor, and shouted: "Now, kill them all!"
But in fact, at that moment, in the eyes of the elves, dwarves, and humans in the Kingdom of Elpera, the silver-white king's eyes were as bright as Valar's! It is so majestic and vast that people dare not look directly at it!
"For the king!"
The humans from the Kingdom of Elpera were the first to rush out excitedly. "For Elpera!" they shouted, rushing towards the fleeing orcs.
Behind the humans, the handsome elves and stocky dwarves also drew their bows, swung their axes, and bravely joined the battle.
This battle that took place in the year 3001 of the Third Era cannot be hidden from those who are interested.
When Turka Aracano led the northern army to fulfill his promise, a raven immediately flew over the mountains and rivers, through the wilderness and hills, to the far south.
Arrive at Minas Tirith.
So, seven knights without shadows, covered in long cloaks of darkness, took advantage of the night when no one was paying attention, and immediately set out from Minas Ithil, which had fallen into the clutches of the devil again, riding on a huge horse with blazing eyes. black horses, running towards the north.
They don't need to sleep or eat. They are the Nazgûl (the Ringwraiths), the most loyal minions of the Demon Lord.
Yes, they are back.
With the Dark Lord's deepest hatred and anger, these undead souls who had escaped into the shadows reappeared in this starry continent.
As for why it is seven, not nine.
That's because one of them went to Mordor and directed the barbarians there to pass through Morannon and enter Ilysien. One went to the Great Wilds of Rhovanion and commanded the Chariot Men against Rohan.
They first followed the North-South Highway, crossed the Essin River Ferry, and entered the Enaid area. Then they took the secret path, avoiding the checkpoints and roads strictly guarded by the northern spies, and took the Ning-in-Elme Marsh (Swan Marsh), forcibly crossed the Gray Water River, passed the ancient tomb hill, and arrived in the Shire.
Hobbiton.
Bag End.
The gray-robed wizard with white beard and hair seemed to sense some kind of danger. He frowned and even forgot to smoke his beloved long-leaf tobacco, and turned his head to look to the east.
"Gandalf?"
A younger and more handsome hobbit looked at him strangely.
"Ah? Ah." The wizard woke up as if from a dream. He stood up uneasily, and his head almost hit the chandelier on the roof: "I'm sorry, Frodo, what did you say?"
