Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 13 On the eve of the war, firm belief

That night.

In the east, the star of Eärendir, which symbolizes hope, is obscure, while the seven big stars of Vala Chirka, which symbolizes the flames of war and challenges, hang brightly in the north. In Central Continent, it was exactly the same as when it fought against the dark enemy Morgoth and detained him back to Aman Continent for captivity.

Therefore, these seven stars are also called 'Vera's Sickle'.

Confused, tossing and tossing, Dragon Bourne is sitting on the northernmost embankment of the Gray Harbor Wharf, listening to the waves of the Sea of ​​Belegail crashing against the stone masonry in the breeze. berm.

Like the mood of a dragonborn.Tonight, the seawater of the Belegail Sea flowing into the Shun Bend was particularly violent. The sea breeze blew the tide, and there was a huge roar.

But the waves were ups and downs, stabilized for a while, then surged again, gathered strength again, and rushed towards the shore unexpectedly again, repeating the cycle.

However, the granite used by the elves to build a pier that can dock large ships is extremely strong, and the white berm not only stands still, but even emits a faint radiance under the shining of the starlight.

The tide of Shun Bend slowly receded helplessly, and countless small stones that could not defend themselves were swept into the bottom of the sea.

And behind him is the gray harbor that used to be peaceful with a few traces of laughter; now it is silent and silent like a ghost.

The elves don't like to use open flames. In front of the huge gray harbor, clean stone streets, and tall Gothic houses without eaves, the elves use a kind of fluorite that can emit bright but not dazzling shimmer under the starlight. As a light source for lighting, the entire Gray Harbor is shrouded in a burst of silver-white starlight, which is beautiful but cold.

It took a long time before Dragon Bourne heard from nowhere, a tune and melody that was more sad and dignified than the previous joyful and brisk elf ballads.

He turned his ears and listened carefully, feeling the rich emotions in the hearts of the elves at this moment, in a trance without knowing why.

What happened during the day troubled him deeply.

First, the legendary gray-robed wizard Gandalf appeared in front of him and brought an extremely ominous message. Then, the power in his body began to appear.

It is hard not to say that there is no connection between the two, and even Dragon Bourne vaguely felt that it was full of dramatic fate-like unfolding.

Think of it, here is a world with gods.

Dragon Bourne felt that he might have fallen into the fate of the elves, dwarves, men, wizards, and dark monsters in Middle-earth, the land of sword and magic.

In this regard, Dragon Bourne, who came from a once peaceful and peaceful country, was inexplicably excited and excited. May I ask which teenager has never imagined riding a giant dragon and holding a holy sword to save the world?

But at the same time, he, who was just an ordinary person in his previous life, instinctively felt the fear.

Because, in this world, demons do exist, and thinking that he might be targeted by a terrifying existence that has existed for many years, Dragon Bourne trembled somewhat.

He asked himself, he was afraid of death.

Otherwise, he would not have chosen to remain silent when the master of Gray Harbor asked him whether he wanted to stay or leave.

In front of the computer or desk, drinking happy water and eating popcorn, watching the epic battle between light and darkness, the elegy between humans and elves, is of course very happy, but when you are in the iron and fire, roaring and In the horror, I don't know if you can still shout out in such a leisurely way: Lok'Tar Ogar!

Uh, play tricks.

With a self-deprecating smile, Dragon Bourne brought back his thoughts of wandering freely and not knowing where he was going.

The will of a mortal makes him instinctively afraid.

But after calming down, the former 996 youths are like countless descendants of the dragon who have to lower their proud heads in order to survive, but whenever there is a big right and wrong, they can always roar from the heart. Like, let out the fiery cry of his life.

No, I may be afraid of death, but I am not greedy for life!
Of course he could choose to retreat to Rivendell, but next time?
This time you can put the elf in front and escape by yourself, but what about next time?
Do you have to choose to escape every time you encounter difficulties?

Dragon Bourne lowered his head, looked at his giant hand full of power that was blessed by Iluvita, clenched it tightly, felt the power contained in it, and asked himself softly.

"I didn't have the ability in my previous life, do I still have to run away in this life?"

At this time, the elf's ditty also ended, and Gray Harbor once again fell into silent silence.

He raised his head, looked at the clear night sky in Middle-earth, and remained silent.

As time passed, the sky became darker and darker, and the light of the stars dimmed slightly in front of this darkness, and the darkness before dawn came.

At this time.

In the east, Eärendil, which the elves call "the star of great hope", exudes a bright light, which contrasts with the seven stars of Vila Chilka in the north, creating a spectacle.

The other stars seemed a little dim in front of the two, and they were the most radiant in the Milky Way.

Dragon Bourne smiled.

Under the starlight at dawn, a force called hope rose from the bottom of his heart, blowing away the fear and anxiety in his heart, making him calm and peaceful.

"So be it!"

Dragon Bourne said: "If fate makes me die here, then I will accept it frankly!"

He said what he said to the master of Gray Harbor during the day: "I am willing to fight for my life with the elves!"

Although he has only been with the elf for half a month, it is undeniable that it was the elf who accepted him when he knew nothing, taught him the language and knowledge of this world, and at the same time treated him as a guest, Friends, entertain him warmly and be friends with him.

Dragon Bourne felt that he couldn't just turn around and run like this.

Yes, you can't.

This has nothing to do with human nature, it's just that I don't want to live so selfishly.

The dragonborn who strengthened his heart became more relaxed, and he hummed a little tune belonging to his previous life. The melody was light and simple—compared to the elf's tune.

"What tune is this?"

A cool and pleasant voice sounded, and the Dragonborn knew without turning his head that it was the voice of the female guard, Eleven.

As if he knew where she was long ago, Dragon Bourne didn't raise his eyes, just looked at Shu Enwan sparkling under the starlight, and hummed a little tune that only he could understand.

Under the starlight, Yi Liwen, who had changed into a military uniform, was wearing a holy white robe, which was embellished with exquisite gemstones and silver threads, making the female elf's already beautiful and charming face even more dazzling, just like the stars in the sky .

She listened in amazement to the melody that did not belong to this world, and felt Dragon Bourne's peaceful and peaceful heart at the moment, stepping on the moonlight, coming slowly.

Dragon Bourne didn't speak either, because he didn't know how to explain it, so he just hummed the melody softly.

The female elf gently sat beside the black-haired dragonborn, imitating him, propping her hands on the cold embankment, looking up at the stars in the sky.

The two are like this, one left and one right, one tall and one short, humming/listening to the melody that belongs only to them.

until dawn.

In the distance, a pair of eyes that were equally bright and shining like stars dimmed, and turned to leave.

"What is this for?"

The dragonborn who hadn't slept all night was once again summoned by the master of Gray Harbor to the Hall of Falling Blossoms (government hall), and then he saw the female guards here except Cirdan—the female elves sat quietly with Dragon Bourne for a while. After the meeting, before Ya Ruien (the sun) rose in the east, he left first.

But the tacit understanding between the two was forged that night, and only then did everything that happened afterwards.

Although neither of them knew it yet.

At this moment, besides the long sword on her waist, Eleven, the guardian of the master of Gray Harbor, also carried a terrifying war blade that might be used for horse fighting.

It was a blade almost as wide as a palm, and the blade was nearly two meters long. With the handle held in both hands and the sword dotted with gems, this weapon was taller than a female elf!
Dragon Bourne couldn't help but glanced at this terrifying weapon twice, and said blankly.

Seeming to know everything that happened between the two of them last night, the master of Gray Harbor showed a very soft smile, and he said: "I will not comment on or deny your choice in Okoliam, but the elves will Always remember the help of a friend!"

The Elven King of the North saluted Dragon Bourne seriously.The elves will not interfere with anyone's fate. In their view, all the results are your choice. Since Dragon Bourne chose to stay, then Cirdan can only say that it is destined to be so, no matter what. People are reversible!
"May the stars shine at the end of your journey, my friend!"

The Dragonborn hastily returned a salute.

Then he looked at him and the female elf guard beside him in puzzlement.

Only then did Cirdan continue to smile and said, "Although I am very grateful for the precious friendship you gave when the elves needed it most. But I have to say, O'Kriam."

The expression of the master of Gray Harbor turned serious.

"Your combat skills are almost zero, and your role in staying in Gray Harbor is almost negligible. Are you sure you want to stay?"

Unexpectedly, the master of Gray Harbor summoned him to say this. After listening for a long time, he realized that he was a dragonborn who had been 'disliked'. He turned his golden vertical pupils in embarrassment, and he was speechless.

It’s true that it’s cool to shout the bloody slogan, but war is a real battle, where blood and flesh are flying all over the place, and if you’re not careful, your head will be chopped off and kicked as a ball. It's impossible to grow a second head, right?

Thinking that he might not be able to beat even a small soldier in the eyes of the elves, Dragon Bourne said shyly and anxiously: "I can fight, trust me."

In a hurry, the magma-like vigorous power in the Dragonborn's body overflowed again, which made his voice so loud and captivating that Cirdan and Eleven could not help but lose their minds for a moment.

Although it was not the first time he felt the power of the dragonborn, Cirdan was still deeply shocked by the surging and amazing potential power of the dragonborn.

He was stunned for a moment, and then praised: "Okrianm, you have a bright future, and I even felt a power in you that was incomparable to the elves and high kings. , Did you overdraw the future when the ears of wheat just sprouted?"

The black-haired dragon descendant may not be able to understand all the words of the master of Gray Harbor, but Dragon Bourne can feel the care of the master of Gray Harbor. He nodded firmly and said, "My decision has never wavered!"

The Elven King of the North took a deep look at him, and unexpectedly stopped persuading him, but praised him sincerely: "Although I am sorry to hear that your decision may be reckless, but at the same time, I also feel sorry for the fact that I am pregnant with the dragon. I am touched by the determination of the blood-destined son, this is an extremely noble character, only the ancient saint kings can match it, may the brilliance behind the stars shine on you, so that you will not be harmed by all darkness!"

After finishing speaking, he said again: "However, even so, I think it is still necessary for Yi Liwen to teach you how to hold a sword. She is almost one of the strongest swordsmen around me. With her teaching, at least you When you need it, you won't be scratched by your own sword!"

Hello.

I said that I can't understand the long lines that you sing like, are you still here?

As if just remembering that the black-haired dragonborn might not be able to understand what he said, Cirdan nodded helplessly to the female guard beside him.

The female elf who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward, threw the horse sword in her hand to Dragon Bourne, drew out the single-edged long sword at her waist, raised her chin, and made a provocative gesture that she basically understood .

He hurriedly caught the long-handled weapon thrown by the female elf, which was supposed to be used for horse warfare, and then looked at the female guard in a fighting posture. As slow as Dragon Bourne, he understood what was going on.

"Although I know you have good intentions, don't you look down on me too much?"

Dragon Bourne resentfully held this terrifying weapon used by the elves for horse warfare with one hand, and the nearly 2-meter-long saber was almost like a one-handed weapon in his hand. He waved it twice excitedly , frowned.

Although the elf's weapon is good, it is still too light for him now.

However, in the end he made a sword-holding pose that he thought was handsome.

really.

Cirdan and the female guard thought at the same time.

"come on!"

The master of the Gray Harbor who had already seen what he wanted to see frowned at Dragon Bourne jokingly, said, then turned and left without seeing.

Hello.

Dragon Bourne began to regret it a bit.

As an ordinary person living in a peaceful age, it is normal to not know how to use cold weapons.

One of you looked disdainful, and the other shook your head helplessly, what the hell is that.

If we have the ability, let's compare guns...

Well, he still can't.

Looking down at the giant saber in his hand, and then at the female guard holding a single-edged long sword unique to elves, the dragonborn who knew he couldn't please her cried out sadly: "Say yes!" No, no slaps in the face!"

Yi Liwen smiled coldly, and bullied her!

"Damn, you bitch, you're really fighting!" Dragon Bourne shouted in a language that only he could understand, causing a group of elves passing by to look sideways.

"Wow, Eleven's hands are really ruthless."

An elf couldn't help saying this to his companion. "Didn't she say that she likes Okoliam? Why did she strike so hard..."

The companion couldn't help but turned to take a look, and then nodded with lingering fear: "Eliwen is not like Lucian, Lucian was not as violent as her back then!"

Apparently, the elves teased the female guards about liking dragonborn yesterday, which has spread among the elves again.

So, on the high ground in front of the elf-white government affairs hall, our poor black-haired dragon descendant was taught a lesson by the female elf who had experienced hundreds of battles and was almost full of combat skills, leaving only a sound of incompetence like a defeated dog The tragic deeds of fury were once again woven into a cheerful ballad by the good-hearted elves, and became legends.

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