Unknowingly, Turka has become very powerful. So powerful that even the enemies that once made elves and dwarves fearful were now easily killed by him alone.
In fact, when the silver king waved his spear and declared a general attack, the orcs were undoubtedly defeated again. Without him, Turka Aracano's power is simply too frightening.
He was seen rushing towards the front of the army, killing the most dangerous cave trolls one after another. Almost no orcs were his enemies. When he stood up again, there was no Orc in the tall and magnificent dwarf hall.
The 'burly and tall' Orc leader dropped his weapon the moment Balrog fell, turned around and ran away. The other orcs were even more unbearable. Many of them dropped their weapons and squeaked in fear, like big rats. It's like a rabbit bursting into flames. They pushed each other and faced each other with swords, just to escape at the front.
Many enemies even fell into their own hands, but not that many were actually killed by the coalition forces.
Thus, the battle was won.
Under the leadership of Nori and Oin, the dwarves gradually searched for the hiding places of the orcs and captured their fortresses one by one.
Humans cooperated with the elves to sweep away the remaining orcs.
This is a trivial and dangerous matter, but whether it is dwarves, humans, or elves, everyone seems to be passionate and extremely excited.
In the end, the coalition forces killed the previous orc leader and the last remaining orcs near the Khazad-dum Bridge. At this point, the mines of Moria, which had been plunged into darkness for thousands of years, returned to light.
"Your Majesty Turin! Today, the magnificent holy land built by our ancestors finally returns to the hands of the dwarves."
Looking at the majestic hall where his ancestors once lived and the famous long stone path, Balin couldn't help but burst into tears. He took the lead in raising the ax in his hand and shouted with excitement: "The name of Moria will be abandoned. Holy Khazad-dûm returns to Middle-earth! Now let us shout: Long live the King!"
At that time, Turka stood beside him, his majestic body almost piercing the towering and majestic hall of the dwarves. He was carrying the High King's spear, Aegros, and was wearing silver-white elf heavy armor. His golden vertical pupils shone brightly in the darkness.
As a result, the victors, the coalition of humans, elves, and dwarves, all shouted loudly: Turka Aracano! (turcaarakáno, as we said, means exactly that: High King)
Many years later, a majestic statue was erected where Turka Aracano had stood, gazing over the Khazad-dûm Bridge and the bottomless mines below. Witness the tragic battles that took place here.
After the Battle of Khazad-dûm, Turka found Bahrain. He said: "Today the oath I made to Thorin and the dwarves has been completed, and I will return to the north soon. Here, I have something to say to Thorin and his kin: Dwarves naturally love digging and forging, but others Forget, the hope of life lies on the ground! May the doors of Khazad-dûm and Erebor always be open, instead of just digging for the treasures of the mountains."
Balin knew that the Silver King was advising the dwarves to restrain their desire and greed for treasure and to participate more in the affairs of Middle-earth.
So, he said: "The dwarves of Turin will always follow the banner of the Arakano family, Mahar witnesses!"
This was an oath made by the dwarves to the dragonborn and the dragonborn family. Many years later, Norathu, the son of Turka, once again blew the sacred horn Ulumuri and launched an all-out attack on the dark forces. Thorin and Balin Their descendants responded to the call of the Northern Kingdom.
They swarmed out from the gates of Khazad-dûm and Erebor, armed with axes and warhammers, and charged at the front of the battle formation, terrifying the enemies.
It is said that Turka took off a ring from his hand and gave it to Bahrain as a symbol of alliance and friendship between the two sides. And this sapphire ring, shaped like two snakes holding each other, has since become a symbol of the power of the son of Findin and the Bahrain line, and has been worn in the hands of Bahrain and Bahrain's heirs.
in the mean time.
"But how is that possible?" Bilbo murmured, fearful and doubtful: "Lord Turka did not say..." He paused. Because he remembered the performance of the Silver King many years ago.
"There is a way to prove it." Gandalf said with a serious expression: "The flame will reveal its true appearance. Bilbo, put it in the fireplace."
Bilbo hesitated, but finally took the Ring out of his pocket. It appears to be made of pure gold. It's also very smooth and has never shown signs of scratches or wear.
Bilbo only felt a voice constantly gnawing at his heart: Don't listen to him, he is lying to you.
"Don't worry, if it is the ring we think it is, this little bit of fire can't harm it," Gandalf urged.
Bilbo gritted his teeth and threw it into the corner of the stove.
"Very good, let's watch!"
There was no noticeable change in the ring at first. After a while, Gandalf stood up, closed the blinds outside the window, and drew the curtains. The room became dark and quiet.
Bilbo's heart seemed to be melting. He wanted to get the poker, but the wizard stopped him, "Wait, it's not yet time."
The wizard stood there and looked at the fire for a moment, then bent down and moved the ring to the hearth with the tongs, and picked it up immediately.
"It's not hot at all." Gandalf said, "Take it!" Bilbo opened his hand in surprise and took it. It seemed to have become thicker and heavier than ever before.
"Hold it up!" said Gandalf. "Look carefully!"
Bilbo followed his instructions and took a closer look, and finally discovered that the outer and inner rings of the ring were each surrounded by a line of fine lines, which were as fine as the finest brushstrokes. Those flaming lines seemed to form letters, forming a coherent inscription. They shine with a dazzling light, but they appear distant, as if they come from a very deep place.
Bilbo suddenly collapsed to the ground.
At night.
The two people, who were mostly preoccupied with the Lord of the Rings, finally realized that something was wrong. The sun was gradually setting, but Frodo was still missing.
"Now, let us put the ring aside until I remember what to do with it, and then we can talk about it again." Gandalf smoked his pipe and said worriedly: "But now, we should worry about Fro Too much. He's been away from home for too long, you idiot."
This really disturbed Bilbo, whether it was the ring or Frodo. He said: "That child is just like me. He has a part of Took's blood in him! Impulsive, reckless! Reckless!"
"Maybe we should go find him." At this moment, Bilbo seemed to see his nephew lying in a pool of blood in the wild, and a terrible fate was chasing him.
But at this time Gandalf hesitated. He looked towards the east, as if he was feeling something, and seemed to be thinking. He said with a serious expression: "The night in the wild is much more dangerous than he imagined! Although I have a premonition His life will not be in danger, but a shock is inevitable." This reassured Bilbo a lot. After all, he still knew the wizard's ability. If he said that Frodo would not be in danger, then it must be so. .
But he couldn't help but said: "But staying in the wild is still an unwise approach."
"Maybe." Gandalf turned around, his eyes emitting a terrifying light that made Bilbo feel frightened. "But now, we have our own troubles. Bilbo, the evil power of this ring attracts monsters of the dark, and they are coming for you."
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