Frodo only felt as if he had entered a black and white world. In this world, everything was gray, and only the blue-robed wizard in front of the crack of doom shone brightly. His body is a huge ball of light, but there is an ominous darkness inside. Just looking at it, Frodo felt trembling all over, and all hope left him.
He looked at Nolatu Aracano again, and he also saw a dazzling figure. The handsome face of the son of Turka had eyes like lightning. The silver elf armor and white hair reflected the dazzling starlight. He held a sharp weapon. The sword is like holding the moon upside down, and its majesty is like that of Valar.
He fought in a melee with the dragon Smaug and the blue-robed wizard, and every blow they struck each other set off earth-shattering magical storms and torrents of flames, and Orojuin even continued to vibrate under their power. Coupled with the molten fireballs that are constantly falling in the sky, it makes it look like the end of the world is coming.
Ciel.
Frodo spent a lot of willpower and stood up unsteadily, but then fell to his knees again. He raised his eyes with difficulty, looking toward the dark slopes of Mount Doom towering above, and then began to crawl forward pitifully, using his hands together. The hot and poisonous air burned his lungs, the steep mountain was so rugged, and the sharp rocks even cut his palms and knees. But he didn't dare to stop at all.
Because the moment he put on the Supreme Ring, Sauron noticed his purpose. It is said that at that moment, Sauron got rid of all the strategies in his heart, abandoned all the webs of fear and betrayal, and all the Strategy and Warfare. A tremor spread throughout his kingdom, his slaves cowered, his army hesitated, and his generals suddenly lost their guidance, lost their will, were shaken and desperate; he let out a terrible roar, and almost everyone All the living who heard his terrible cry felt fear in their hearts; Sengel and other Nazgul sensed their master's anger and panic, and immediately let out heart-rending howls and turned back quickly, flying southward with all their might, fluttering their wings. Rush towards Mount Doom, faster than the wind.
I can't stop.
Sauron's terrible fantasies were roaring in his ears and even in his heart. Countless hell-like scenes were appearing in front of his eyes. When they failed to work, all kinds of beauty and hope occupied his heart.
This is fake, this is fake.
Frodo cried, climbing up. Every step seemed to consume a certain part of his vitality, and every step made Sauron roar with anger and fear; but he still persisted. In front of him, a long causeway slowly climbed up to the east side of the volcano. From there the road spiraled upwards, skirting the broad mountain from south to north, and finally climbed to a dark entrance high in the cone of the volcano, where Samasnauer, the Chamber of Fire, was at the end of the road.
Bless the Valar, Frodo didn't even know how he did it. When he climbed up the tall cone of Mount Doom, he became rickety and old, and his face was as dead as if he had spent hundreds of years. The old hobbit.
Looking at the dark cave like the entrance to hell, Frodo could no longer hold on. He struggled to take off the Supreme Ring, fell out of the underworld, and fell in front of the doomsday gap.
The blue-robed wizard noticed the hobbit's figure. He made an indescribable and terrifying sound and tried to return to the doomsday gap, but Norathu bravely attacked from the ground.
There are many songs sung about the battle between Noratul Aracano and the dragon against the blue-robed wizard on the top of Mount Doom: the battle between the three was earth-shattering, with light, flames and thunder flying, and the roar destroyed the main peak of Orojuin, Tens of thousands of hectares of molten lava spewed out from the ground, and smoke and black shadows covered the sky and the sun. The Dongyi people on the Gorgoros Plains ran like wolves and pigs, and their shrill howls echoed in the Ash Mountains and the Shadow Mountains, spreading far and wide.
Nolatu Aracano ran like a deer among the rugged mountains, nimbly avoiding the wizard's attacks; although the blue-robed wizard was powerful and rolled up a storm that covered the sky, Smaug also flew through the air. Then, a bright and violent dragon flame was spit out, blocking their way to the doomsday gap. Large swaths of red and black water mist shrouded the entire mountain cone of Orojuin in a miserable mist.
In the end, the dragon's blood was sprinkled on the top of the Doomsday Mountain, and the wizard's chest was pierced by Nolatu's long sword Ringir. A dark shadow howled miserably, jumped up from the crippled body, and wandered in the air. Like a fierce ghost.
At this time, a strong wind from the west blew away the smoke and dust of the doomsday, trying to sweep it away, but it fled to the east, rumbling thunder into the distance. This era will no longer be heard.
On the other hand, Frodo's heart before the doomsday gap was occupied by all fear, and he could no longer move forward. It seemed that there was a terrible ancient demon staring at him, and it seemed that a tragic fate was waiting for him ahead; Zhuoguo and Primula's son were fighting, almost unable to control themselves. He lingered in front of the doomsday gap for a long time, his steps as heavy as lead. The ring on his palm burned his skin, and he could even smell the burning smell.
Elberis! Gilsoniel!
save me!
Frodo murmured, as if a man was mumbling in his sleep, and then his other hand touched a glass bottle in his arms, "Yes! How could I forget? The light when all the lights are extinguished! Now there is really only Only light can help us."
He slowly reached into his arms, and then slowly raised Galadriel's crystal bottle. For a moment, it shone only faintly, like a newly rising star struggling to break free from the thick fog that shrouded the earth. Then, as its power grew, and hope arose in Frodo's heart, it began to burn, and burned into a silvery flame, like a little heart of dazzling light, as if on the brow. Eärendil himself, wearing the last Silmaril, came from high heaven, following the path of the sunset light. The darkness receded before it, until it seemed to turn into a light, clear crystal ball with light in the center, and even the hand holding it high shone with white firelight.
Frodo gazed in amazement at this incredible gift, which he had carried with him so long, never dreaming of its value and power.
aiya erendil elenion ancalima!
He shouted, but he had no idea what he was saying, because it was as if another voice was speaking through his mouth, the words clear and unaffected by the foul air in the pit.
For a moment, Frodo's heart burned. Regardless of whether it was stupidity or despair or courage, without thinking, he held the starlight bottle high in one hand and the Supreme Ring in the other hand, and stepped steadily towards the crack that represented death and darkness.
But when he stepped into the darkness with one foot, all the vitality and hope in the outside world, the wind in the Shire and Bilbo's kind face were all forgotten. Frodo raised the crystal bottle to look at it, and found that in front of him was a The light of the starlight crystal bottle was the only light here. In the darkness, he tentatively took a few steps forward with fear, but suddenly found that he was in a cave or tunnel, with the ground and walls on both sides They were all split open by a huge crack, and the bright red light was at the end of the road, jumping up for a while, then extinguishing and disappearing into the darkness.
This darkness was colder than ice and more timid than all fear. Even with Galadriel's crystal bottle, Frodo still felt extremely afraid. With every step he took, he seemed to feel a pair of cold, yellow eyes lurking in the darkness, staring at him. His belief in love and hope supports his efforts to move forward, even if his step is actually just a small distance.
When he broke through the darkness and came to a long staircase, the bottle was pale and cold in his trembling hands, emitting no light in this suffocating darkness. Ah, he has come to the heart of Sauron's kingdom, to the smelting place he established when his power was the most powerful in Middle-earth in ancient times, and all other powers were suppressed here.
Frodo panted violently, his will had collapsed, and his mind had long been turned to ashes. With his last strength, he walked step by step towards the tip of the stone platform in Samathnaul.
Finally, a red light jumped up again, and the whole Orojun was trembling. Against the strong light, the figure of Frodo, the hobbit in the Shire, was dark, taut, and straight, but he could not move. It moves, as if it has turned into rock, standing quietly where Turka Aracano once stood seventy-eight years ago. The Supreme Ring glowed fiercely in his hand.
No one knew what he was thinking. He raised his hand and stared at the ring on his palm. All he saw in his eyes was the small, golden ring. His eyes were greedy and ferocious, and all the gentleness and kindness of the past had disappeared.
"I came here only to save all the good and living life in Middle-earth." He said, "But now I choose not to do what I originally wanted to do. I will not complete this operation. The Lord of the Rings is mine !”
Ah, the son of Drogo and Primula was finally seduced by the Ring, just as it seduced Isildur, son of Elendil, in 3441 of the Second Age. Sauron's Ring was forged here, and no mortal could resist its strongest temptation.
But isn't it unreasonable for fate to make the son of Drogo and Primula the ring bearer?
Suddenly, something hit Frodo hard on the back. He lost his balance and fell to the side. His head hit the stone ground. He lay still and lost consciousness for a moment.
"Thief! Hobbit thief!" A black figure pinched Frodo's throat with his long cold and skinny fingers and roared, "No, this is my baby! Don't try to destroy our baby, it belongs to us Yes! Die, die, hobbit thief!"
At this time, fate made Frodo let go of the ring in his hand, and it rolled towards the edge of the stone platform with jingling bells. The fire under the abyss awakened in anger, with a blazing red light, and the entire cave was filled with dazzling power. Light and heat.
As a result, Heiying's heart seemed to be attracted by a magnet. He stared at the small ring and loosened his long cold fingers. Like a skinny dog that had been hungry for many years, he rushed towards the ring quickly, holding the key in his hand at the end.
"Baby, baby, baby!" cried Gollum. "My baby! Oh, my baby!" he cried, raising his eyes to look triumphantly at his prize.
Many, many years ago, Gollum was captured by Sauron. After undergoing a series of inhumane torture and questioning, he confessed the words Bilbo Baggins and Shire, and then his whereabouts became mysterious. Among them, no one knows anymore.
Unexpectedly, it turns out that Gollum has been imprisoned in Mordor by Sauron, imprisoned in the dark and hot mountain of Mount Doom, and only provided with a few scraps to serve as the last guard of the Demon Lord. Just because Sauron knows that anyone who is seduced by the Supreme Ring cannot escape the control of the ring. He will always be his slave and the best guard.
Frodo saw a thin, hungry, withered creature, with only a handful of bones wrapped in a layer of sallow skin. There was a wild and fierce light in his eyes, but all his evil thoughts were attracted by Sauron's ring. Frodo stood up tremblingly.
What have I done?
Frodo almost despaired in his heart. I failed. I lost to the Dark Lord. His evil soaked into my heart and I could not resist.
But then, his palm touched something else.
Galadriel's crystal bottle burst out with unprecedented light at this moment, and it ignited the hope in Frodo's heart. If this is my responsibility, then let me put this mistake back into order.
Frodo looked at him as though he were looking at a man standing far away. "Gulu, fate has made you and I meet here. You and I are both slaves of the ring, but I will never let this ending fall into the abyss of despair!" He said, "Let us end it all, this is It's the end of us. Farewell! Shire! In Mount Doom, the end is coming."
As he spoke, he mustered up his last courage and threw himself at the pitiful and hateful creature, struggling with it in the flames and earthquakes. Suddenly, they swayed, dangled on the edge, and fell down with a scream. From the depths came a wail of "Baby," and then disappeared.
As if feeling the end, the entire Gorgoroth Plain and even Central Continent heard a loud noise, followed by a huge chaotic sound.
Noratul and Smaug heard it in the rain of fire; Aratu of Minas Tirith and the captains of the west heard it; Turka of Nuin-el-Lodgon heard it; Aeth of Rivendell heard it. Elrond and Bilbo heard; Galadriel of Lothlórien heard; Cirdan of the Gray Havens heard; Théoden and Éowyn of Edoras heard; every will and darkness The warriors who fought heard it; so they raised their eyes to the east and saw a fleeting scene——
Dark clouds are rolling, and in the clouds there are towers and battlements as tall as mountains, sitting on the strong mountain base that suppresses countless potholes; huge courtyards and dungeons, prisons without windows standing like cliffs, and unbreakable steel doors are wide open. . Then everything disappeared. Towers collapsed, mountains collapsed; high walls collapsed, melted, collapsed and fell; huge columns of smoke swirled and rose, steam surged and rolled up, up, until they formed huge waves in the sky, and then overturned, rolling wildly The top of the wave crashed down to the ground. Then, a rumbling sound finally came across the ground, league after league, and the sound became louder and louder, turning into a deafening roar; the earth shook, the plains rose and cracked, Oluojuin shook, and the fire burst from the cracks. Spewing out from the open mountain top. In an instant, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and a downpour of black rain fell like whips.
In the center of the storm, there was a howl that tore through all the dark clouds and penetrated all the noise. The Nazgûl came, shooting like burning fire arrows, but they were caught in the soaring flames of the landslide, and they were burned. It crackles, withers and dies, disappearing into ashes.
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