This chapter will be completed tomorrow. I'm so busy today that I don't have time to finish. The Middle-Earth chapter should be finished tomorrow, and the next world is ready to open.
The Battle of Osgiliath, which took place in 3007 of the Third Era, was the most tragic human resistance to darkness since the last alliance in the human world to the Second War of Light.
In this battle, despite Aragorn's early warning and the heroic battles of the brothers Boromir and Faramir, in the end the Western humans were defeated by an enemy that was almost ten times their number. Except for the crown prince, his brother, and two other warriors, all of the more than 2,000 warriors died in the battle.
Among them, at the end of the battle, seeing that his side was about to be defeated, Boromir ordered the stone bridge connecting the east and west banks to be demolished. When the last stone bridge broke and huge stones fell into the cold Anduin River, Boromir, who was guarding the east bank, threw himself into the water and did not surrender to the enemy until his death.
Faramir, who was responsible for cutting off the rear, also chose to rush into the enemy formation when he fought the Umbar pirates upstream to the last man, and his whereabouts are unknown since then.
At that time, many people thought that the brothers were dead. After the war, Aragorn, who used the pseudonym Thorongil, searched for the whereabouts of the two princes in the lower reaches of the Anduin River, but found nothing. As a result, the Ithilien commando team, which was almost completely destroyed in this battle, also completely disappeared from people's sight.
But it later turned out that they were washed away by the Anduin River to the mouth of the downstream river, and miraculously survived - this directly caused Denethor II to suffer from excessive grief, and he has been unable to recover since then. Chancellor Orlandil took the opportunity to seize all power in Minas Tirith.
In the same year, the First Battle of the Eshin Crossings broke out. A force composed of Dunlions, a small number of wolf cavalry and a large number of mysterious strong humanoid creatures similar to orcs attacked the Rohirrim garrisoned in the Pass of Rohan. people.
Enemies are numerous and unexpected. The only son of Théoden, the seventeenth king of Rohan, and the second marshal of Rohan at the time, Théojed was accidentally hit by a dark arrow and died at the age of 29.
The Rohirrim were in chaos after losing their commander. The enemy took the opportunity to charge and the ford of the Essien was lost. The western passage of Rohan was completely opened.
After achieving their goal, the mysterious army with the white handprint of Saruman on their flags and helmets retreated. Almost no one knows they exist.
The following year, the barbarians from the Dark Land rushed into West Emut. Except for a few fortresses in Helm's Deep and Edoras, almost all of Rohan fell.
Coupled with the great changes in Gondor in the south, since then, the human world has completely fallen into boundless darkness. It was not until after the Second War of Light that Western humans regained their glory.
The 78 years from 2941 to 3019 of the Third Era were also called the 'Years of Turmoil' or 'Dark Chronicles' by later generations.
All the tragic things that happened during this period were recorded in the elf epic poem "nak-ruste" (Black Tears).
According to this epic record, which is dozens of lines long, the seventy-eight-year tragic fate of mankind was started by the first dragon-born emperor named Dragon Born when his first-born children were ignored. The sacred horn did not respond to the call of the ancient alliance.
The water-lords of the Valar cursed these proud and forgetful humans, leaving them in pain and sorrow for decades. It wasn't until Norathu, the son of Turka Alakano, blew the sacred horn again and led the good camp in Central Continent to defeat Sauron and his minions who were behind the Dark Chronicles that this curse completely faded away.
It can be seen that the gods are not only as graceful as the sea, but also as powerful as the prison!
The 75th year of the Dark Chronicle is the seventy-fifth year after the Battle of Gushan.
Turka Aracano was deeply aware of the rapid expansion of some dark forces in the south, and missed his wife. One day, he took his two children to the tower hills in the west of Eriador. ) (Emin Belaid in Sindarin). Climbed the tallest of the three elven white towers - Eros Tirion.
Here lies the Palantir known as the Elendil Stone. Elendil, the king among the original people, and the later elves would come here when they miss their homeland (the island of Númenor) and the blessed land across the sea, and look at the other side of the sea through this crystal.
It is said that Elendil can sometimes even see the tower of Avalonni on the distant island of Tol Eresia; but Númenor is always covered by the sea and cannot be seen - Tol Eresia (tol eressa was an island that Ulmo placed in the Gulf of Eldama off the coast of Aman. The Vanya, Noldor, and Teleri elves have all landed on the island, crossing the ocean from Ulmoura to Aman.
After the end of the First Age, many Noldor and Sindar elves also lived here. To the west of the island is Aokulondi, where the Teleri elves live.
"Ada, can we see Nana from here?" At that time, the 15-year-old twins looked very much like their father and mother. The black-haired Aratu is the stronger of the twins. He is determined and empathetic, always curious to learn everything he can. Moreover, he loves music and all the sounds from the earth. He is the more skilled of the twins.
"Why can't we cross the sea to Valinor?" The silver-haired Norathu was the more handsome of the twins, and the more brave and loyal. He has a lively and friendly personality. He prefers white sailboats and blue seas to the earth. He always goes to Cirdan's territory alone to operate those beautiful ships that look like swans, claiming to travel around the world. It perfectly inherits the Teleri elves' love for the ocean and the unknown. "We can cross the Belegal Sea and go to the place where the powerful ones live, visit Nana and then come back."
Because the twins received their father's complete and selfless love, the princes who inherited half of the Teleri elven blood at that time had not yet felt longing and longing for the home of all elves in the west. They miss their mother who has been away for many years and miss her gentle voice. Therefore, after ten years, Turka led the brothers to Erostirion to relieve their lovesickness.
The two brothers who inherited their father's powers were only 15 years old and already nearly six feet five inches tall (approximately 193cm). Under the exquisite forehead crown, two almost identical handsome faces reflected Varda's starlight, and the golden vertical pupils were radiant.
Wearing the clothes of an elf, he is noble and comfortable.
Among them, the black-haired one was Aratu. He stood behind his father, curiously looking at the dark crystal stone placed in the center of the top floor of the Elf White Tower, and said: "Lord Elrond no longer has any information about these Palantines." There are documents about your forging technology, ada, do similar technologies still exist in the West?"
However, the silver-haired Nolatu walked directly to the crystal stone with great interest, looking like a curious baby. "Ada, what is the difference between this spar and the Ithil Spar? Why can't I see this spar from the one on the Tower of Elendil?"
Aratu immediately glared at him: "Are you secretly using the Isil crystal again? Ada said we can't use it frequently."
Nolatu responded with a grimace to his brother, and quietly reached out to touch the Elendil spar. But his father saw through it and grabbed him.
"This crystal is more powerful than other crystals. You can't use it alone yet. Come here, let's go together." Turka said to his eldest son.
Aratu immediately stepped forward.
The three of them, father and son, put their hands on the dark crystal stone at the same time. The next second, their thoughts seemed to have grown wings, crossing the limited distance and endless space, crossing the boundaries set by the gods, and reaching the blessed place!
This feeling is extremely strange and cannot be understood by ordinary people.
It's not even the same as the Isil Crystal. valley
The father and son even saw Manwe's palace on the peak of Taniquetil. Ah, what an unforgettable and dazzling palace it is. No words in the world can describe its beauty and holiness.
In addition, there are Olome's forest and Yavanna's pasture, as well as Tuokas' cabin.
I saw the elves' great and beautiful city Tirion and the swan Hong Kong and Macao Kolondy in Aman.
All kinds of beautiful, novel, majestic and radiant things that ordinary people cannot imagine are all displayed happily and leisurely in the eyes of the father and son.
Until the father and son only felt that the boundaries of the world had become blurred, and a strange power enveloped their thoughts. Their eyes saw the queen sleeping quietly under a beautiful maple tree in Lorien Garden. .
Several beings with beautiful bodies are taking good care of the female elf's body.
"nana!"
Aratu and Nolatu, who were attracted by all the beautiful and novel things in the blessed land, exclaimed at the same time.
The 'arrival' of the father and son also alarmed the powerful people in the western land. This was far beyond what Elendil could see in the old days. A vast and majestic voice sounded from the sky: "This is not the case." When you, father and son arrive, go back!"
The still immature twins were immediately brought back to the present world by the power of Manwë. They let go of their hands, although they were not afraid, they were still surprised. Only Turka Aracano looked at that familiar figure firmly and sadly, refusing to leave for a long time.
Although he knew that his wife had already gone to the palace of Mandos - the realm where the crystal could not see through the soul master. But when he really saw the familiar and beautiful figure, the sadness in his heart was still uncontrollable.
are you going to scarborough fair.
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
remember me to one who lives there.
she once was a true love of mine.
tell her to make me a cambric shirt.
on the side of a hill in the deep forest green.
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.
tracing of sparrow on the snow-crested brown.
without no seams nor needle work.
blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain.
then she'll be a true love of mine.
sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
tell her to find me an acre of land.
on the side of a hill a sprinkling of leaves. (Please automatically imagine singing this in Quenya.)
It is said that when a melody that had never been heard before, more poignant than all the songs composed by the elves, sounded through the power of the Elendil Stone in the blessed land of the west, all living things in Aman were destroyed. Alarmed.
The Noldor in Tirion City, the Teleri elves in Alqualondi, and the blond Vanya on Taniquetil Peak were all deeply immersed in this beautiful and affectionate song.
"Why are you doing this?"
Manwë sighed. Then there was silence.
Then all of Valinor knew that this was the dragonborn mourning his lost lover. Tokas stopped, Varda and Yavanna smiled, and the two masters of Lorien clasped their hands.
Aulë listened for a while and continued to hammer on his iron.
Nina shed tears.
The three goddesses Weirui, Vana, and Nesa also have their own expressions.
At last the dragonborn's song reached the halls of Mandos.
In a beautiful garden, a beautiful figure was stunned when she heard the singing, and then shed transparent tears.
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