There are many descriptions of the Second War of Light in later generations, the most famous of which are "Dragonborn Emperor: The Third Age: The Last Battle" and the dwarf book "The War of Vengeance", as well as the elven epic "The Last Dragon".
"Ah, the snow falls in the wind like gold,
Smaug! Dragon King!
Its wings are like clouds and its eyes are like the sun.
The roar is like a king sweeping the sky,
Taniquetil, Varda's sacred majesty,
The stars in the blue sky shine, and the light falls on the earth,
The great eagle flutters its wings, and its fierce sound is like the king's flute in the hall,
On the top of Yongjie Mountain, Manwei raised his hands and prepared dishes like clouds.
He brought a new age sound.
But who will pour my wine now?
The gray sea separates the two sides, the waves block the fog,
Never saw him again.
Smaug! Dragon King!
Never saw him again. "——"The Last Dragon"
"...Driven by Morgoth (some say it was Ugoliant), the last and largest group of dragons in Middle-earth crossed the unattainable peak north of the Iron Mountain and launched an attack on the coalition forces. In the Udon Valley, Elves, dwarves, humans and the herdsmen of Hundred Trees shed endless blood to liberate this era; on that day, the stars shed tears of mourning for the tragedy on the earth.
Ah, the emperor took the lead in breaking through the enemy's defense line in front of the gate. Even after a thousand years, the hoofbeats of the Holy Spirit Nahar still echoed in the dark and evil caves and the dangerously rocky mountains. The emperor roared a challenge to Alatar in front of the door, but no one answered. The noble Maia lost his dignity that day. "——"Dragonborn Emperor·Third Age·Last Battle"
"Revenge! Revenge!
The Turin dwarves, armed with swords and axes, roaring loudly,
May you never forget Iron Hills!
The mountains are deep, the forging fire is blazing, Turin! Turin!
May you never forget Thorin's Tomb!
In the north, in Utumno, the dwarves rose up with their axes and hammers and launched a final decisive battle against the enemy in the darkness!
Durin ai-mênu!
May your beard still grow. "——"The Battle of Revenge"
As the last dragon in Middle-earth, Smaug has experienced a long and legendary life. He was first known as a dragon. He killed, devoured, and destroyed kingdoms of humans and dwarves one after another; his greed for gold and treasures was insatiable. This is his nature.
But in the Third Age, 2941.
In the Lonely Mountain, after that now-famous adventure in Middle-earth, the dragon Smaug became a guardian of Middle-earth and a pioneer of light. I have to say, this is indeed a bit ironic.
But the oath bound him.
Smaug, who lost one of his left eyes, roared angrily, opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit the neck of one of the giant dragons. He and his people were fighting in the air, the Eagle King and his people were circling and sprinting, with strong winds and flames blooming, claws and teeth, wings and wings, day to night.
Before dawn, Smaug killed the largest of his kind. His sharp teeth bit through the scales of the fire dragon, and the hot dragon blood flew like rain. The evil dragon fell from the sky and fell to the ground. The summit of the southern peak of the towering Iron Mountains.
The rising sun rose, and the armies of Middle-earth gained the upper hand, and all the dragons were slain; and the great eagles were led by the Eagle King and Whitehill, the descendant of Thorondor, and by Randlova and the young and swift Menildor. , defeated them; Smaug let out a roar that shook the heavens, and he became the last dragon in Middle-earth.
On the ground, all the orcs, trolls, wolves, and bats who gathered here in response to the orders of the blue-robed wizard Alatar, or the evil master behind him, were all under the impact of the coalition forces who persisted and even shed blood. Finally defeated. They turned around and fled, escaping into the terrifying hell in an attempt to avoid pursuit; in the long Udon Canyon, the corpses of elves, dwarves, humans, and tree people were strewn all over the ground. Even as powerful as the Teleri elves returning to the west, they inevitably fell in that bloody mountain road.
It is said that at that moment, the fear of death surged in Olofenwe's heart, because such tragic things had not happened in Aman for a long time, but he never forgot his promise to the king. Furious with hatred, he followed Turka Aracano into the enemy's fortress, a nightmare for all good creatures in Middle-earth.
Aratu and Noratu followed closely behind. The swords in their hands and the anger in their mouths became the nightmare of all those who were enemies of light in that era.
Others poured in from the other two gates: Galadriel with Celeborn, Elrond with his sons and daughters, and Aragorn with Legolas, Gimli, and Eon. They were intimidated together; the tree people did not follow them in because they hated caves by nature. They, along with Aelin Vaughn and the humans of Rohan, guarded the gate and drove away the enemies who fled into the rugged mountains on the other three sides.
Here, we only talk about Turka and his party who walked through the middle door.
They passed through layers of maze-like stairs. The black road in front of them was full of cracks, and snake-like creatures appeared from time to time. On either side were high cliffs, as tall as the mountains, like a canopy of sky; not even the dwarves could have built such structures; they had been built by Morgoth's might before ages, beyond the reach of mortals; and when they stepped down Endless stairs, a bottomless cave leading straight into the netherworld, and countless carefully crafted stone doors and caves appear before our eyes; there are either fires or thick smoke billowing inside, but they all stink. And in that huge earth, a black shadow thicker than ink shrouded it. Even the elves with the sharpest eyes could not see through the shadow.
Must have chosen the wrong path.
Halbarad and Gildo looked at each other. The deputy prime minister ordered the soldiers to light torches, but the light seemed to be frozen and could only illuminate the steps under their feet. Above the tall cave, there were heavy shadows, covering everyone's heads. "This is more like a maze." His Highness Aratu said: "A maze that goes deep into the center of the earth, with the mountain as the door."
A stupid cave troll broke through the blockade of soldiers and staggered to their father with the last remaining courage. Its whole body was covered with elven arrows and its eyes were blind. Multiple wounds deep into the bones were the main cause of its death.
But even so, it can still deliver the final blow.
choke.
The elf sword Alan Rusi withstood the troll's huge pointed hammer, and his brother, the noble Norattu, used Ringir to cut off its ugly head.
"I feel like this is more like a spider's cave," he said. "It's so twisted and twisted, and every tunnel goes straight into the ground. The decay and the stench make me sick."
Turka looked at his sons with relief. He did not look at the troll on the ground, but cast his sharp eyes towards the invisible darkness.
"Maybe you are all right." He said, as if he had seen something, and a look of surprise appeared on his face for the first time, "But no matter what, the light is right in front of us, we cannot retreat. Come on, me, you, let's work together .”
Alatu and Nolatu looked at their father with admiration. So the king and his two sons came to the front. The armor of the elves and their weapons glowed in the darkness, illuminating the path of the humans of Middle-earth and the elves following behind them.
"Praise be to Ilúvatar," Halbarad whispered.
Gildo glanced at him and Fenner's two sons, and smiled.
The king and his two sons killed all the enemies who dared to stand in their way. Among them are despicable orcs, wolves hiding in the darkness, and occasionally some lone trolls. But not all, these enemies who went crazy with the fall of Utumno all fell in defeat under the power of the Dragonborn family. That day, the blood of the evil things in the world even covered the black ground of Utumno.
But the darkness shrouding the depths of this underground place has become stronger and stronger, and a power darker than the deep night still lingers in this cave that was polluted by Morgoth in ancient times. The air grew hotter, and a foul stench rose from the cave, not the sickening decay of Morgul's meadows, but a filthy stench, as if its dark interior had accumulated endless storage. The filthiness of the name.
Hal even snorted in disgust. Ding ding. Its golden hoofs knocked out sparks on the cold ground, and then dimly extinguished.
A voice said in Turka's heart: Go forward, it is below.
Aratu and Noratu also smelled something from the sulfurous wind deep in the mountains, and they became uneasy. It was the first time they had seen such darkness. In Moria, which had not yet been restored, there was air flow, sound echoes, and a sense of space; but here, the air was stagnant, dirty, suffocating, and dead silent.
The soldiers and elves of the Kingdom of Elpera seemed to be walking in the black steam created by the real darkness itself. As they inhaled this black mist, they were not only blinded, but also their minds. As a result, even matters related to color, shape and... Any bright memories have faded from my mind. It seems that it has always been night here, and it will always be night here in the future. Night is everything.
But for a moment, they still felt it. In fact, the sense in their hands and feet is initially so sharp it's almost painful. They were surprised to find that as they went down, the light of the torch became dimmer, and eventually even the light was swallowed up, and everyone fell into a blackness darker than darkness.
The light of Valinor in the Holy Spirit Na Hal cannot even shine in this darkness, because even the light can be swallowed by spitting out this black thing. This has been the case since their inception. They know little of the changes in the outside world, or care about towers, rings, or anything else the mind and skillful hand can devise. They only long for the death of all other living beings, whether spiritual or physical, so that they can feast on life and devour it alone until they are so bloated that even the mountains cannot contain it and the darkness cannot contain it.
This is the nature of their species.
One of them originally lived in the Shadow Mountains and the valley of Morgul, but since the power of the Silver King blazed and light overwhelmed the darkness, it left that evil place and listened to a great voice. Arriving at this ancient fortress in the far north. Mixed with many of its kind.
But here, the greed of these creatures is really unsatisfied. Here, there are no elves or humans for them to devour, only those unlucky orcs, and sometimes stupid trolls. But even they don't think those idiots with thick skin and thick flesh are a delicacy.
Therefore, now they are lurking in their nests and have been hungry for a long time. They eat each other, give birth to new ones of their own kind, and then eat them again. They were the offspring of Ugoliant, spider-shaped monsters that looked like the same kind that Turka Aracano had seen during the attack and defense of Mithlond.
A long time ago, during the First War of Light, Turka once tried to find traces of it on the high stairs. But unfortunately, it's not there. Or rather, it's gone. So, for a long time, Turka could never see those evil creatures again.
But today, the voice in Turka's heart told him that the terrible creatures he had encountered appeared. They dwell in the underworld that Morgoth established in ancient times.
As a result, the soldiers panicked and fear took over. They stopped and even thought they had entered hell.
"Stop." Turka said, his eyes like two ambers, glowing heart-stoppingly in the black. It also seems to be a hope that is bounded between light and darkness, "Everyone, step back and retreat into the light, but do not run, because humans cannot abandon their dignity."
Many people are ashamed and ashamed, but they really dare not move forward. In the darkness, their eyes cannot see, their hands and feet are weak, and they cannot resist if the enemy attacks.
Therefore, all Elpera soldiers, led by Hal Barad, withdrew from this ominous darkness and headed towards other caves to eliminate the evil creatures hiding underground.
But Orofinwë and the bravest of his kind still followed the Dragonborn, for even though their eyes could not see, their hearing was keener. Moreover, the amber-like eyes of Turka and his two sons still glow faintly even in the darkest places.
In addition, the fire under Nahal's golden horse's hooves also illuminated their way forward.
So, with the help of these lights, these Teleri elves who returned from Aman bravely followed Turka down.
Halbarad looked at the king and the elf disappearing into the darkness and bowed.
In fact, Turka and the others had only walked a few yards when they heard countless sounds coming from the darkness - a gurgling noise like bubbling, and a long hissing sound like a poisonous snake. The sound was astonishing and terrifying in the heavy silence. Olofenwe and his people turned sharply, but could see nothing. They stood frozen, eyes wide open, waiting for that unknown thing to appear.
"I heard it. It was an ancient demon. Its stomach has been devoured by hunger, just like its creator. But I don't understand why they are here." Olofenwe said. The elves could hear the hissing and gasping of their breath just ahead. But after a while, their senses became duller, and their touch and hearing seemed numb.
Turka's eyes lit up with a terrifying light, and a brilliant dragon flame burst out.
"Fight!" he shouted. "The spiders are coming."
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