Turka stood under the starlight, looking at Aragon's graying black hair and slightly stooped tall body from above, and something emerged in his heart that he had forgotten for a long time.
"I feel that you are upset." A voice as sweet as music sounded from behind. It's Arwen. "My king, what is it that makes you so worried?"
Even if Turka didn't look back, he could still imagine how sacred and dazzling the elf princess's beautiful figure was under the starlight, but his heart was not shaken.
Those little bad tastes many years ago disappeared with the departure of his wife Fenner. For this reason, he even returned the Elessa gem to this gentle and beautiful princess many years ago.
But obviously, the development of things was a bit beyond his expectation. The Elessa gem is still in Arwen's hands, and her relationship with Aragorn is not what he thought.
"I suddenly felt very tired." Turka said, his starry eyes seeing through the darkness of the horizon and piercing the lofty mountains in the south. There, some unknown shadow is covering the vast land, like evil rising.
"The world is changing, but I am getting older. This old does not refer to my age." Turka raised his slender hand, and saw that the Dragonborn's hand was crystal clear, with hidden light. Coupled with his majestic and vast golden vertical pupils, Turka Aracano looked so sacred and great under the starlight.
"Valinor is calling me." Turka turned his head and said softly.
"But this place still needs your care." Arwen gently stroked the dragonborn's cheek as she had done many years ago, trying to soothe the king's sorrow. "Your children and subjects have not yet come to part with you."
Turka's eyes flickered.
He wanted to leave, but he couldn't bear to make this beautiful and gentle princess sad, because his heart was indeed given to his wife Fenner Silier at that time, but he was also very grateful to her for taking care of his children over the years. , so he could only say: "But one day, it will happen."
As if aware of his inner concerns, Arwen retracted her hand sadly. During those days in Annuminas, the daughter of Elrond indeed only cared about taking care of her young relatives at first, but the love of elves always came inadvertently and was destined to last a lifetime.
Turka is almost the greatest in this era, and he is as handsome as the elves. He is gentle and majestic, and has a good demeanor and character. Wherever he goes, everyone's eyes can't help but be attracted to him.
Soon, Arwen's heart also transferred to Turka, which was almost destined. And she also noticed the way Aragorn looked at her, and she also knew about the ancient prophecies - we talked about the Elessa gem before. Considering that Arwen resolutely gave it to the Dragonborn named Dragon Born, it is hard to say that this is not some kind of fate.
She thought about it for a long time; in the end, she just said: "No matter how precious the gem is, it is just a dead object. Fenner Silier is indeed luckier than me, and she understood this earlier."
Then he left sadly.
Turka was silent for a long time and did not say anything to persuade him to stay.
Frodo woke up early the next day, feeling refreshed and in good health. He walked along the terraces above the roaring Bruinen River and watched the tepid and powerless sun rise over the distant mountains.
The high mountains in the east are covered with white snow on their peaks. The sun shines slantingly on the earth through the thin silver mist, the dewdrops on the yellow leaves shimmer, and the spider webs in each bush are shining brightly.
Sam walked beside him, silent, but kept sniffling, looking at the mountains in the east with their peaks covered with white snow, his eyes filled with wonder.
They met Gandalf and Bilbo at a bend in the path. The two were sitting on chairs carved out of the rock beside the road, talking animatedly. "Good morning, Frodo," said Bilbo. "Are you ready for the great meeting?"
"I am ready for anything," answered Frodo, "but what I want most to do today is to walk and explore the valley. I want to climb up to the pine woods yonder." He pointed toward the far north side of Rivendell.
"You will have your chance later," said Gandalf, "but for now we can make no arrangements. There are many things to discuss and decide today."
As they were talking, a clear bell suddenly sounded. "That is the bell that announces the Council of Elrond," cried Gandalf. "Come quickly! Both you and Bilbo are to attend."
Frodo and Bilbo followed the wizard quickly back to the house along the winding path. And Sam, who had not been invited and was temporarily forgotten, trotted after him.
Gandalf led them to the very porch where Frodo had found his friend the night before. The clear autumn morning light shines in the valley, and the sound of gurgling water comes from the foaming river bed. The birds were singing and the valley was peaceful.
Frodo felt that the dangerous escape and the rumors of darkness growing in the outside world had become like the experience of a mere nightmare.
However, everyone turned to look at them when they came in, and the expressions on their faces looked heavy and serious.
Frodo saw Turka in the middle. He was wearing a very fine robe with intricate patterns like starlight, a mithril crown on his forehead, and a pair of golden vertical pupils that were majestic and sacred. Elrond and several others sat around him in silence.
Among them were Lord Golden Flower and Gloin, and Turka's two sons were also there, but they behaved very quietly, and looked curiously at everyone present with a pair of eyes exactly like their father's.
In addition, Legolas of Mirkwood and Gamil, the representative of Gray Port, sat across from each other, while Aragorn sat alone in the corner. Aragorn put on his old traveling clothes again. Hanging from his waist was a sword he had never seen before.
Boromir of Gondor sat with his brother Faramir and Gimli the Dwarf, son of Gloin.
Of course, the most eye-catching one is the tree man in the courtyard, Treebeard of Fangorn Forest. His tall body could only stand outside because he could not pass through the elf's door.
Elrond pulled Frodo to the seat next to him and introduced him to everyone:
"Friends, this is the hobbit, Frodo, son of Drogo. Many people already know his identity, but some people have not heard of it yet. Let me keep it a secret for now, because everything will be revealed in a moment. But One thing is clear, and that is the responsibility that lies with all of us here today."
So everyone took their seats one after another.
It is not necessary to mention here all the things that were said and debated in the meeting. Everyone described many events in the outside world, especially the situation in the south and the vast land east of the Misty Mountains.
Frodo had heard a lot of rumors about these things, especially the stories of the dwarves, but there were also things he didn't know.
For example, Groin said: There is something ominous coming from the north, a black wind even more disturbing than when Smaug ravaged the Lonely Mountain.
"The attack of the chariot people has put the gate of the kingdom under the mountain in danger, but we can still hold on. But this ominous wind makes us feel very scared, as if something terrible is happening. Thorin asked me to mention it to you , the dwarves will stick to their responsibilities in Middle-earth, please don’t forget that in the darkest time, the dwarves also need the assistance of all the good forces in Middle-earth.”
This indeed made the faces of everyone present become more solemn.
Turka even turned and said something to Gandalf. But Gandalf just shook his head, looking no more relaxed than he did. Then the Silver King frowned.
"You can tell Thorin that he is not alone." Turka thought for a moment and gave his promise: "Soon, Elpera's reinforcements will be heading to Erebor."
So Gloin sat down with satisfaction.
Of course, besides these, what Elrond said is equally important. In fact, this is almost the core of this meeting. He stood up, bowed slightly to the silver king, and then said: "Strangers from afar, friends from long ago, you are called here to deal with the rising darkness. This concerns all of us. , no one is immune.”
"But before I do that, I want to say this: There is a source for this, and it lies in the hands of our Ringbearer. Frodo, take that ring out of your neck."
