For a long time, Turka kept the twins well protected. Even though Eonwë and the wizard gave prophecies about the twins, the dragonborn's heart was still filled with the worries of his old father.
He didn't want the children to get hurt in the slightest. When the princes were young, they were surrounded by beautiful elves who took care of them, because compared to humans, firstborn children were more pure, and they would love their two relatives who inherited the blood of elves more wholeheartedly.
In fact, in the earliest times, the Ring of Kings was mostly composed of elves of various races remaining in Middle-earth, and there were very few humans. Only a handful of Dúnedain leaders in Halbarad are allowed to reside within the King's Circle.
It wasn't until the two princes grew up that their father allowed the two princes to leave his sight.
At this time, the different personalities of the two princes began to slowly emerge. Among them, the second son inherited more of the smart heart of his mother's family, and he preferred the sea and being unfettered; the eldest son had a strong curiosity about everything and had far-reaching wisdom.
Oftentimes, the younger son, Nolatu, is the more mischievous, and the older son, Alatu, helps perfect (or wipe away) the pranks coming from his younger brother.
This made the Dragonborn, who was over a hundred years old in two lifetimes, feel a headache when he enjoyed the sweetness of being a father for the first time. But fortunately, the twins have been growing up healthily, and have gradually become brave and wise heroes. So, gradually, Turka had plans for the future of his sons.
But obviously, the sons have grown up and have their own ideas.
Originally, Turka just wanted to take his sons to the territory of Elrond, one of the elf lords, to see the changes in the world, but he didn't know how the princes learned about a weapon that everyone was afraid of. 'It was actually being kept by Frodo of the Shire, so the curious twins immediately left their father behind and ran to have a look.
Hearing that his son was 'missing', Turka was a little angry and worried. Because he felt that a dark force was peering at his bloodline, so he called Gildo Inglorien and said: "Go find them and protect them. Be sure not to let evil harm them. I have a hunch." , they need help.”
Galdo Inglorien accepted the order gladly. He said: "My king, please be assured that I love them as much as you do. I will bring the two princes back to you safely."
Then Galdor Inglorion took his sword and bow and left Rivendell, and with him a cavalry of elves.
At that time, Elrond was beside the king. He said: "Young dragons always have to go through wind and frost before they can fly high. Maybe this incident is not a bad thing."
The Lord of Rivendell, who inherited the three major elven races and the three major human races, has the ability to predict things, and what he said was proven to be correct to a certain extent. But Turka was still worried. He said: "But reckless and thoughtless behavior will cost them their lives, even if it is not this time."
Elrond wisely chose to remain silent.
Galdo traced his way back along the East-West Avenue. The white elf horse ran lightly and swiftly under the starlight, and the crisp sound of horse hooves flowed on both sides of the Xiangshui River and Cangquan River. But few people can see these beautiful races. They are like a touch of light wind. When you feel them, they have already slipped away from your hair.
in the mean time.
Aratu and Nolatu also encountered a little trouble. Due to their elven heritage, the twins are extremely sensitive to evil. They can sense even the slightest hint of malice.
"...They will pass by the Prancing Pony Inn..."
"But Hamul wants their heads..."
In the lively and noisy human tavern filled with people from all religions, humans and dwarves, as well as many nearby hobbits, were talking about distant events and familiar news.
It’s very uneventful over there in the south;
Those humans who came up from the North-South Highway seemed to be moving;
The elves are looking for a place to live;
Dwarves wandering around and so on.
The Brees were sympathetic, but apparently not ready to welcome large numbers of strangers to live in their small area. A cross-eyed, ill-tempered fellow among the travelers predicted that more people would soon come north. He shouted: "If we don't find a place for them, they will find it themselves. They have the same right to live as other races." The local residents did not look too happy about this prospect.
But this was not what the brothers cared about. In the chaotic and noisy crowd, they heard a completely unexpected word, which reminded the brothers of some dangerous existence. Because kham?l is one of the nine ring spirits.
They looked at each other in surprise and turned to look. I saw at the other end of the tavern, at a long table in the corner, a group of hooligans, gangsters, thugs, thugs, and robbers, guys who didn't look like good guys anyway, were sneaking around and planning something evil with a fierce look on their eyes. conspiracy. The leader of them is a guy with fat on his face and small yellow eyes flashing with malice and malice. Everyone was carrying weapons, and everyone else speeded up their pace as they passed by.
Almost no one wants to go near it unless necessary.
Nolatu grabbed the tavern owner, a fat Bree man, and asked in Common Tongue: "Excuse me, who are they?"
At that time, Maiman Butterflower was carrying some food and two glasses of beer, seemingly to give to the guests at another table, but he had a profound impact on these two tall guests with slender and smooth fingers. Because when they came in before, the tavern owner saw the twins' hair as smooth as the night and starlight.
Moreover, the swords in the hands of the twins are not something ordinary people can possess.
So, the short and fat tavern owner licked his smile and said: "Two young masters, Butterfly would like to advise you not to be interested in them. They are dangerous people here, and most people don't dare to provoke them. And recently they are... I got along with some big shot and drank beer very generously!"
Aratu frowned and said, "As far as I know, the King of the North has been purging these guys."
Butterfly smiled. He restrainedly wiped his two white and fat little hands on his apron, which was covered with oil stains, wine, food residues, and some unknown stains, and replied: "Young gentlemen, this world is not simple. One or two people can change it, even that noble Majesty."
"Sorry, I still have something to do. If you can, please excuse me." Butterfly felt that he talked a bit too much tonight, because he found that when he mentioned the big man in Annuminas, the little man in front of him There was a trace of dissatisfaction in the eyes of the young masters.
This made him tremble, and he hurriedly left the sons of the principal's family behind and sent their drinks and food to the waiting guests.
They were two wanderers who also wore cloaks and had long swords hanging from their waists. They had slovenly beards and their faces were hidden in the shadows. The gray eyes that occasionally appeared were sharp and full of fatigue.
"As I said, the people here have long been corrupted." Aratu switched back to the language of the elves and whispered to his brothers. He wasn't too happy to hear a human say that about their father, thinking it was a slight.
But Nolatu seemed very interested, and his sharp eyes kept looking back and forth between the group of robbers and the table of guests who looked equally uneasy at first sight.
"They have the smell of sea breeze." Silver-haired Norathu whispered: "And the ancient blood flows in them. They are not ordinary humans, they are Dúnedain people."
Aratu said: "They are filled with the smell of hatred and death, and the ancient curse is following them."
As a result, they were not the only ones with extraordinary powers in the tavern. The two wanderers who were being judged by them paused, looked at each other, put down the beer in their hands, picked up their swords, and walked towards them.
"The wilderness is not your back garden, distinguished young masters." The leading wanderer actually said in the language of elves: "Dangers can be found everywhere, but not just those on the surface. You should not relax your vigilance. And... …”
One of the visitors lifted up his cloak, revealing his disheveled hair and unshaven face. It turned out to be Boromir, who had been missing for many years. It's just that the current crown prince doesn't have the same high-spirited look as before. A long and narrow knife mark was seen extending from Boromir's left cheek to his neck. If he had not dodged quickly, this knife would have split his head open.
"It is not honorable to comment on others at will." The former crown prince lowered his voice and said in a self-deprecating tone: "Your Highness."
Aratu and Nolatu blinked in surprise. He didn't feel angry or embarrassed because he was exposed, but asked curiously: "Who are you?"
At that time, another wanderer in a cloak kindly reminded: "It is not a wise thing to speak the language of elves outside. Wine, fire, and casual encounters are pleasant enough, but it is not the case here. Safe. Especially, they also carry the swords of the elves."
ah.
He is actually Boromir's brother, Faramir, who disappeared together with Osgiliath during the battle.
However, he is obviously better than his brother, because at least he is not disfigured.
But when our four princes came together and talked in the language of elves, many people looked over in surprise.
"You're right." Aratu picked up his sword Aranrúth and pulled his hood lower: "We should go."
After hearing this, Nolatu also picked up the ringil placed next to the table. This is a sword made by high elf craftsmen for princes. It is much more sophisticated than ordinary elf weapons. On the day it was forged, Alan's smooth sword shone with blue and red light, while Ringil was as beautiful as a cold star, with light flowing all over the blade.
So Turka named the two swords Aranrus and Ringir, the same names as the swords of Elw Thingol, King of Doriath, and Fingolfin, King of the Noldor Elves in the First Age. Obviously, King Yinbai hopes that the brothers can make outstanding achievements like the previous king.
When they walked out of the Prancing Horse Inn, the bustling tavern resumed its hustle and bustle.
Boromir seemed to be very familiar with Bree. He led the twins to walk up and down the dim alleys filled with garbage and sewage, magically passing through most of the human town and arriving at another inn.
Aratu and Noratu saw the two princes of Gondor walking skillfully into the human hotel. They couldn't help but look at each other and followed them in tacit understanding.
In a room that has been prepared.
Boromir and Faramir took off their cloaks one after another and burned the firewood in the fireplace even more intensely. Then they said to the twins who were still on guard: "Your Highness, don't be nervous, we are just a pair of poor bereaved people. That’s all. If it weren’t for the protection of the King of the North, we would have died long ago.”
Even, as a sign of sincerity, Faramir placed their swords far away from them. Then he bowed slightly and said: "I am Faramir, and this is my brother, Boromir. If the High King's family still remembers their old allies, you should know that we are descendants of the Hurin family of Gondor in the south. .”
Aratu and Nolatu looked a little surprised. "As far as I know, after the battle of Osgiliath, Ecthelion's bloodline was extinct." Aratu said: "But I do see the light of Western humanity in you, which is not possessed by ordinary humans."
"Rumors are always more exaggerated than the truth, Your Highness." Boromir said, "But you are right. In the eyes of the world, Denethor's son had already died in that war."
Alatu and Nolatu looked at each other secretly and said nothing.
There was silence in the room.
"If your two highnesses are willing, I can tell a story to Celedorien. Although it may not be as amazing as the elves' legends, I guarantee that they are equally exciting enough."
Celebdorion, Sindarin. Meaning: Son of the Silver King - Faramir is used here, specifically the twins.
At that time, Nolatu sat down first and said, "I hope your story is as wonderful as you said."
Aratu did not object, but his long and powerful hand never left his sword Aran Rusi. His eyes were stern and his expression serious, as if he wanted to see through them.
Faramir could feel the power in Aratu's eyes, and he lowered his head in surprise. "I am at your service," he said.
Although Boromir was not like this, the sharp light in his eyes softened a lot.
Thus, two pairs of equally famous brothers began to reminisce about the past in an inn in the human town of Bree.
In the orange firelight, they talked for a long time. Faramir started from the Battle of Osgiliath, and continued to talk about how the brothers were rescued ashore by the swan knight Adrasil at the mouth of Anduin, and then learned about their grandfather's corruption, and finally ignored the old Doa. The prince of Prince Muros insisted on returning to Minas Tirith, but was hunted down by Prime Minister Orlandil, and the long life journey was narrated to the twins in detail.
It is indeed as wonderful as Faramir said, and it is a sad epic worthy of being written into elven poetry.
In the end, Boromir said: "We could only keep fleeing north until we escaped into the territory of the Silver King. Only then did the vicious and cunning yet kind-looking enemy put a stop to their pursuit."
At this time, the sunlight on the horizon has pierced the darkness, and the shadows gradually dispersed, as if indicating that the pain of the past is over, and new hope is being born.
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