"Hulum, Hulum." Treebeard said: "Hobbit, we have been talking for several days, but I have never heard the whole story from you in such detail. But I finally know it today. This is indeed a good story. Maybe I should write down the story."
"Many people say that tree people don't care about changes in the world. This is wrong. The annual rings of a tree contain all the information of the world, just like we must go through the test of light, water, soil, insects and birds before we can grow into a stick. Big tree. Yes, when evil arises, the forest is always the first to know."
Bilbo immediately apologized to this respected ancient being and said: "I'm sorry, but you know, I was warned not to talk about this matter, even in Elrond's house."
A smile appeared on Treebeard's weird face, "Yes, yes. This matter really shouldn't be discussed lightly with others. Our enemies have more eyes and ears than you think."
This has once again made many people feel deeply worried.
Gemire of Gray Harbor said: "Now that we know the ins and outs of this ring, then, another question: What does the Silver King plan to do with it?" He looked at the most noble one among them, and looked at Tur Ca Aracano.
"We all know that Sauron has been defeated and driven out of Middle-earth. Why do he still keep his weapons? Everyone has seen that this ring is more dangerous than we expected. Keeping it will always be a disaster. "
"Maybe not." Faramir, who had not spoken for a long time, spoke, his voice was calm, and his weather-beaten face was firm and cold. The gray eyes were sharp and sparkling with wisdom. He stood up and said: "Maybe there is such a legend in the north, but the humans in Gondor and the south believe that the enemy has returned!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone present was shocked. The previous shadow once again enveloped the Elf House, and the ring on the stone table became even more eye-catching. The flawless golden ring reflected the faces of the people present, full of fear and anxiety.
Turka, Elrond, and the wizard looked at each other. "Everyone can speak freely today, but be careful not to speak in vain." Turka said, "O Faramir of House Hurin, what evidence do you have to prove what you say?"
Faramir bowed deeply to the silver king, and then said: "I hope everyone knows that I am the son of Denethor II, and this is my brother, Boromir. The former hero of Gondor, Baradoo Conqueror of Er and Umbar, restorer of Minas Ithil, Ecthelion II is my grandfather."
"We all know this," Gandalf said: "Ecthelion usurped the throne that did not belong to him, and the Chancellor's family broke his oath."
When Aragorn heard this, his expression became more serious.
Faramir hesitated for a moment and did not answer. Boromir also fell silent. Frodo and Bilbo looked at them in surprise, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
After a long time, the son of Denethor sighed: "That's exactly it."
"We are not here today to judge who is right or wrong, but to state the truth," Elrond said.
This made Boromir and Faramir's expressions soften a lot.
Faramir said: "Everything started from us. This is true! But it starts from the war many years ago: At that time, the supreme king blew the sacred trumpet and called on all the good men of Middle-earth. The good camp initiated a liquidation against the Dark Lord! Under the Demon Lord, the kings witnessed the name of Turka Aracano!"
This was the first time Nolatu heard the legendary story of his father from others, and he couldn't help but become curious. "Everyone in Central Continent knows this." He said, "But what does it have to do with the truth in your mouth?"
Faramir looked at him and said: "The truth is hidden in the stories that people are telling. Your Highness, just as Arryn shines brightly, Tyrion follows closely behind."
"Only a few people know about this, and most of them are dead. Among them, my grandfather, King Senger of Rohan, Adrasil of Doamroth, and Eomgar of Aldburg are witnesses. "
"Under the Iron Throne of Barad-dur, my grandfather found two rings with great power. King Senger got one, and my grandfather got the second. But they didn't know it at the time, but they were actually dark rings. The devil’s conspiracy. Because they are the second of the Nine Rings.”
"So that's it." Gandalf sighed: "Humanity's greed and ambition eventually caused them to fall into darkness, just like many eras ago!"
"The tragedy of the past has reappeared, and mankind has fallen as before. Isn't this already destined?" Elrond and Lord Golden Flower, who had experienced the First Era, also sighed.
Turka was also extremely surprised. He never thought that there would be so many surprises in that battle many years ago. Come to think of it, the dwarves finally escaped their fate, but the humans were in doom! Turka couldn't help but ask himself: Did his butterfly really change his destiny? Or is this actually another balance of fate?
The most holy Yiru,
Omniscient Ilúvatar,
You are inexplicably sacred and your power is unpredictable!
At that time, after hearing that humans had done such an unwise thing, the elves and dwarves present couldn't help but whisper.
"I think that's not the whole story," said Legolas.
"Indeed not." Faramir sighed.
Legolas said seriously: "As Lord Elrond said, today is not about right or wrong, only the truth. But at this time, I have not heard the full story about the truth."
The whispers subsided.
Faramir nodded to the Elf Prince and continued: "Maybe the Nine Rings have the power to corrupt people's hearts, but humans were still able to resist their power at that time, at least at the beginning."
"But everything changed after the Battle of Umbar. Orlandil, the careerist and traitor who is now called the Uncrowned King and the Dark Lord of Gondor, appeared. He bewitched Ecthelion II. , my grandfather.”
Faramir's voice was low at first, but when he said the name that made Frodo's heart palpitate, it became high-pitched in vain, and anger and hatred took over his vicissitudes of life but handsome face.
"My great-grandfather died because of this! The king's power changed, and the prime minister became the king! This is the tragedy!" Denethor's son said sadly: "The great king of the north and the wizard have all experienced this personally, so they should have an impression. .”
Turka nodded: "That's right."
The wizard yelled, "I should have understood!"
"Understand what?" asked Frodo.
Gandalf kept shaking his head and sighing, as if blaming himself, and did not answer him.
So Elrond explained: "Aulendil, this name means in the Elvish language: servant of Aulë! And before Sauron fell, he was the creator of the mountains and the master of craftsmen - —Messenger of Aulë!”
Frodo was horrified.
At this time, the ring on the stone table shone brighter, and some kind of power enveloped the venue. The sky turned gray, and a cold wind and shadow blew from the south, making it so dark that it seemed as if it was about to fall.
Frodo couldn't help but stare at the small golden ring, and a voice seemed to say: Look, you can only sink under my power, one after another, no one can be spared.
"The enemy actually told us the truth a long time ago." Gandalf said, "It's just that I couldn't believe it at that time."
"Why?" Bilbo asked uneasily.
"Because his body was destroyed a long time ago." Turka said, his eyes shining brightly, staring straight at the Supreme Lord of the Rings, as if he was secretly competing with the owner of the ring.
Everyone here also felt the unknown power. They looked at the shadow in the sky and the ring on the stone table with anxiety.
"Don't make me angry." The silver-white king shouted, with a voice like thunder. He stood up, and his majestic body swelled in the light, like a giant in the clouds or an ancient king looking down from the clouds.
"This is no place for you to show your authority, Sauron! Get out of here, or I will go find you!"
The shadows on the horizon were like boiling water on a stove, churning violently. Frodo seemed to hear a scream, and he covered his forehead in discomfort and pain. The next moment, the shadow rolled away quickly, and the unknown power that enveloped everyone suddenly dissipated.
