As we know, Arwen Udomir was heartbroken and separated from Turka while in Rivendell, returning to her grandmother's home in the forests of Lothlórien.
But even so, she never let go of her concern for Turka.
She learned about the Council of Elrond and everything that happened in the future from her grandmother and the elves of Karathgarathon - at that time, she heard that Turka was leading the cavalry to the aid of the Lonely Mountain. The lord of the Golden Forest, her grandfather Celeborn, also decided to personally lead the elves of Karathgarathon to rescue the Lonely Mountain when he heard that the ancient demons had reappeared on the earth and besieged the dwarves' homeland.
She began to feel uneasy.
She said to her grandmother: "This battle will determine the fate of many people. I have a hunch that many elves will not be able to return to their homes in the west."
At that time, they were standing on the observation deck of a huge turtle tree, looking at the sky in the north and south, feeling heavy and sad.
In their sight, the sky in these two places was covered with dark clouds, accompanied by lightning and thunder, which was really dangerous.
Lady Galadriel even said: "This is the last swan song of the elves in Middle-earth. After this battle, our mission in Middle-earth will be completed. At that time, your grandfather, your father, I, and I will return to Aman to join us in ancient times." The family is reunited. Arwen, my beloved Undómiel, it is time, it is time to choose your destiny."
It is said that Galadriel and Elrond foresaw Arwen's fate a long time ago, but neither of them told Arwen. Outsiders have no way of knowing the fate of this half-elf princess who is as beautiful as the Queen of the Tree People of the Golden Forest.
It was not until much later that people saw the cruelty in some of the stories.
Regarding her own destiny, Arwen had felt a certain trajectory, but the future was still hidden in the fog. So, she said sadly: "I don't want to be separated from you, but I have a hunch that it will be a long time before we meet again."
"Indeed." Galadriel held the princess's hand and looked sad: "I only hope that you will not regret your choice, my beloved Undómiel, because the fate of the person you chose is not there. In the hands of the Valar, it is not within the foreseeable range of the elves. I can only say: your destiny starts with the Elessa Gem and ends with the Elessa Gem."
"The elf's immortality is also a burden. Arwen, your relationship may not be better than Indis. Are you sure you want to follow this predictable relationship? When the flowers fade, leave Yours may be a more bleak end than the daughter of Eros and Erevan."
Indis was the second wife of Finwë, the first High King of the Noldor in the First Age. Her sons Fingolfin and Finarfin never caused many disturbances in the First Age due to their discord with Fëanor. Finwë was also the first king among the elves to marry two wives.
The daughter of Eros and Irevan refers to Fenna, because before she left to the west, she left a pair of twins to Turka. It is hard not to say that this is a repeat of some kind of cruel fate.
But Arwen proved stubborn, at least in the eyes of Galadriel and her father. She said: "I will not complain about the cruelty of fate, because I know that this is what I want."
In response, Galadriel could only sigh and stop talking.
After that, the news came that the silver-white king was attacked and fell into coma. So, Arwen, who was in a state of confusion, immediately left her home in Karasgarathon and rushed to Lonely Mountain.
And Galadriel did not stop her, because they both knew that this was the fate of the daughter of Elrond and the Son of Destiny. Just as Galadriel predicted, the fate between the two started with the Elessa Gem and should end with the Elessa Gem.
And so, seven days after the Second Battle of the Lonely Mountain, Arwen traveled through the lush greenwoods and vast wilds of Rhovanion to reach Erebor.
It was a moonless night. The dwarf on the city wall first saw a group of extremely beautiful stars floating in the distance. She walked all the way from the end of the river valley, then walked up the short slope to the gate.
Arwen took off the hood on her head, revealing a face that the dwarf would never forget.
It is said that at that moment, the stars shone brightly on her face, and all the beauty in the world was reflected in her beautiful eyes. Everyone who sees it is heartbroken.
But the dwarves never forgot their responsibilities in the end. They asked loudly about the visitor's name and purpose. As a result, the people in the city said that she was the daughter of Elrond and the granddaughter of Celeborn.
"Please open the door, I am here to save the great king." Under the starlight, the most beautiful of all elves said this - some people say that the most beautiful is Galadriel, but no matter who it is, he can't In all conscience, one of them would lose to the other.
So, the dwarves of the kingdom under the mountain immediately opened their doors and respectfully welcomed her into the dwarf hall.
They told the news to Celeborn and Kili, who had returned from Mirkwood. Soon, Celeborn and Kili met the beautiful half-elf princess in the king's hall.
"Your grandmother and I have never wanted you to choose this path." It is said that when he saw Arwen for the first time, Celeborn could not help but sigh.
"But in the end, none of us can escape our fate." Arwen, who had traveled a long distance, answered. She first saluted Qili, who had succeeded to the throne of the Kingdom under the Mountain, and then said anxiously: "My father is the one with the best medical skills among the elves, but I am no less generous than him. So, please take me to see Master Turka. .”
So, the new King under the Mountain didn't waste any time and immediately led her to the Silver King's room.
After passing through the long, high and wide stone path and the deep dwarf hall, they came to a spacious but quiet room guarded by many elves and humans.
When they saw the half-elf princess coming from afar, along with Celeborn and the King Under the Mountain, they immediately got out of the way and put them into the room.
Here, Arwen met Turka who was in a coma.
He was lying on a bed made of stone, but mostly decorated with gemstones and tulle and silk from elves and humans. His eyes were closed and his breathing was almost nonexistent. And on his chest, close to his heart, a wound could be clearly seen, with extremely ominous black gas constantly coming out of it.
This black energy clung to Turka's body as if it were alive, and those who saw it were frightened.
"We cannot dispel this power," said Celeborn. "This is the power of Morgoth. The blue wizard attacked him sneakily while Turka was fighting a Balrog."
The elves and dwarves were helpless to deal with Turka's injuries, and they could only keep him alive as much as possible. Although from the current situation, the effect is not great.
However, Turka was not dead because Arwen could hear his heartbeat, albeit very weakly.
"Look at you." Arwen almost burst into tears. She gently touched Turka's handsome face, feeling that the sadness and love in her heart had nowhere to go. "Time will really change a person. Now that I have given my heart to you, I am not afraid that you will hurt it to pieces, but you can't just leave after breaking into my world."
When Celeborn heard this, he couldn't help but sigh, turned and left the room. It is said that he could not bear to see his granddaughter embark on the path that was destined to lead to sorrow.
"Princess, can you save him?" Legolas, who came after hearing the news, looked sad. Before the war began, perhaps Thranduil also foresaw his own fate, so he deliberately left Legolas in Mirkwood.
However, the Elf King was also seriously injured in the battle and fell into coma. The prince of the Woodland Kingdom had no choice but to leave the Dark Forest and come here to take charge of the overall situation.
Arwen put away the sadness in her heart, took out the Elessa gem, placed it on the terrible wound, and called the names of Esti, the Lord of Healing, and Neina, the compassionate one. At the same time, the radiance of the Water Ring flashed across her jade-like slender fingers.
"Wake up, this world still needs you, your children, and your subjects still need you. Your fate should not end here."
And I.
Arwen added secretly in her mind.
Turka had a long dream. In the dream, everything familiar and unfamiliar about the earth was vividly visible, as if he had never left. But then, the vague figures of elves, dwarves, wizards, holy spirits, gods, etc. replaced the old things one by one. The two were entangled with each other, sometimes in the east and sometimes in the west. He couldn't tell the difference for a long time.
But in the end, a voice sounded in his mind, calling him kindly and nostalgically, and the picture in his eyes was fixed on a face that was too beautiful to express in words.
He woke up.
Then, he saw the tall and flat ceiling of the dwarf hall. There were rough but magnificent patterns on it, and the firelight illuminated the dim room like daylight.
A beautiful figure was leaning down, looking at him with tears in her eyes.
Turka couldn't help but sigh. He stretched out a hand and wiped away the elf's pearl-like tears: "Princess, your love is destined to be an illusion. I'm afraid I won't be able to repay your affection. "
Arwen's heart almost broke. She stroked the Silver King's hand, kissed his forehead, and said, "The love of an elf will never be taken back once it is given, at least I won't."
Then he left heartbroken.
It is said that Turka's heart was broken when he saw Arwen leaving. He lay blankly on the stone bed, with struggle and sadness flashing in his eyes. Until an excited voice woke him up.
"Master Turka, you are indeed awake."
It's Kili.
He ran in excitedly, just like he had done many years ago. Time has not made him appear more mature. Of course, it could also be that he was hiding his grief in his heart. Behind him, Legolas, Bofur, Gloin and other old friends also walked in with smiles on their faces.
"Legolas, Bofur, Gloin."
Turka sat up and greeted them with a forced smile. The injury on his chest had healed, and his skin was smooth without any scars. Thinking of the voice he heard in his sleep and the sad face of the half-elf princess, Turka knew that it was the daughter of Elrond who saved him.
"What day is it today? Has the war been won?" he asked.
"Today is June 3rd. Although it cost a lot, yes, we won." Legolas said, "At least for the time being."
"Please tell me." Turka leaned against the stone wall. Although he still felt a little confused, he could feel that his strength was recovering, so he couldn't wait to ask: "Is everyone okay? How is the war going in the south?"
The originally joyful atmosphere was immediately washed away by the heavy topic.
There was silence in the room.
"It's not good." Kili said sadly: "The Friends of the Forest could not hold out until Arwen of Lothlórien arrived and died. But Lord Celeborn said that he just returned to the land of the Western Gods, so We were not too sad; but many people died, dwarves, elves, and men."
"Thorin was pierced in the chest by the Balrog, but he was worthy of the descendants of Turin. My uncle cut down a Balrog."
"That's true." Turka sighed: "I also saw the wound."
This eased the sadness on Kili's and the others' faces a little. You must know that Círdan, the master of Gray Harbor, was no more than that. As a dwarf, Thorin Oakenshield was proud of his achievements.
Thinking like this, Kili continued: "Fili, Bifur, Nori, and Dwalin died gloriously in the battle to retrieve the king's body; Bard's grandson also died fighting the Balrog with the brown-robed wizard. "The Iron Hills that was first looted no longer exists. Dain has never lost the reputation of the Turin dwarves. This is what the fleeing tribesmen said."
"Father has decided to return to the West." Legolas took over the words of the new King under the Mountain, with sadness in his eyes that could not be suppressed: "Princess Evening Star cannot calm the fiery poison of the Balrog, but after this battle, my father's responsibility in Central Continent has been It is done, Valinor calls him.”
This was another extremely bad news. Looking at the few remaining friends, Turka felt deeply that life was perishable. "Someone once said to me: All partings are for the sake of reunion after a long absence." He said: "Maybe we can meet again in the next world."
These words made all his companions mourn.
After indulging in it for a long time, everyone's mood was revived.
"Regarding the war in the south, Aragorn fought a battle with the enemy in West Fold. He lived up to your entrustment." Legolas said with a smile: "They bravely broke through the enemy's formation and almost defeated them in one battle. They were defeated.
"But I think there must be a lot of embarrassing things in it, because I can see that there is a trace of sadness in the elf's smile." Turka was keenly aware of the ripples under the elf prince's smile.
Legolas immediately shut his mouth.
The room became quiet again, and it was not until a long time later that Gloin opened his mouth to answer for Legolas: "The war is so cruel. According to the news from the big eagle: the enemy has sent out the Nazgûl, your eldest son. He and Lord Gandalf arrived in time at the critical moment, and the enemy was routed, but Boromir still died."
The dwarf, who was also very old, sighed: "Ah, I can still think of his generous smile; Mormor of Aelin Warne is also dead, Faramir is seriously injured, and the hero of the Rohirrim Ekenb Rand II died in battle! That annoying guy Gildor also died! The elf died heroically after annihilating (expelling) the two Nazgûl!"
Turka opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say a word.
