Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 14
As long as the ballads are compiled and sung by the elves, no matter whether they are people or things, they will always spread throughout the vast Central Continent in the first place.

Because the ubiquitous flowing wind in Middle-earth will quickly bring the beautiful and melodious singing of the elves to the ears of all life/races who can understand the singing of elves.

"Bah!"

At noon, when Dragon Bourne, who had been trained all morning, went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, the female chef who had already received the news viciously put a large plate of marinated pork roasted with honey and some other cheeses, juices, and sausages. Food like that hit the black-haired dragonborn, and the cutlery such as knives and forks on it were smashed and jingled.

Dragon Bourne's eyelids twitched, feeling like he was being targeted.

But when he saw the dangerous eyes of the female chef, the dragonborn resolutely chose to play dumb.

Well, fighting against elves is not worth it.

He/They have eternal life to remember and hate you, why bother.

Dragon Bourne lowered his head, picked up his knife and fork, and enjoyed today's lunch. "Fenna, today's cured pork is very good, let's have it again tonight!"

Several elves at the same table let out good-natured laughter.

A city gate guard joked: "Mestors, an elf can only have one partner in a lifetime, so be careful."

result.

"Do!"

A sharp arrow shot directly through the wine cup in the hand of the city gate guard, and stuck it on the hard oak dining table, the white shuttlecock at the end of the arrow trembled.

This elf, who should be from the Noldor tribe, stared blankly at the mead slowly flowing out of the wooden wine cup, feeling very distressed.

However, when he saw clearly who shot the arrow, the elf quickly dropped the wine cup in his hand, finished the food on the plate in twos and twos, and said politely: "May your appetite always be so good , good afternoon, my friend."

He nodded reservedly to the dragonborn, and ran out of the kitchen like the wind.

Dragon Bourne was even more restless.

He always felt that the eyes of someone behind him kept moving back and forth between his neck and the back of his heart, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to take a breath.

When the other elves saw it, they also had weird expressions and couldn't help but quickly wiped out the food on their plates, then nodded as a greeting, and then all slipped away one by one.

"Fenner."

Although I don't know why a female chef would carry a bow and arrow with her (yesterday she didn't have one), but Dragon Bourne said very sincerely in his dry and substandard elf language: "Yesterday I wanted to say , your archery skills are really good, can you teach me?"

As he spoke, he looked behind him with as sincere eyes as possible.

Although I don't know how to show sincerity with the vertical pupils that only cold-blooded animals have.

kitchen door.

The expression of the female elf, who was aiming with a bow, softened.

Outside, the joyful laughter of the elves came from afar.

Well, here's an episode of Dragonborn and the Elves.

Soon, the last happy days of the elves came back with not-so-beautiful news from sentry cavalry, and finally became an unforgettable and precious fragment in the memories of many people.

"...When the last great star in Vila Chilka hangs high in the Milky Way, we cross the Great River, along the Dusk Hills, all the way north..."

"The further north you go, the more eerie the atmosphere becomes. The horses are snorting uncomfortably, and the birds are almost extinct..."

"Along the way, we couldn't see a tribe of northern humans who originally lived in the north, as if they had noticed the return of evil earlier than the humans and elves in the south..."

"It's another day, we continue to go north... Today, we crossed the Dusk Hills and entered the Eden Wilderness!"

"There are even fewer people here. We searched all the places we could, but we couldn't even find a single cub. A terrible, heavy darkness enveloped the land in the north!"

"Ah! The sky, the northern sky seems to be covered by dark clouds!"

"...This is an extremely ominous sign! We decided to continue heading north. Although a heavy and terrifying premonition weighed heavily on our hearts, I think that the purpose of this trip is very likely to be in the north... Yes, We all know what's in the north!"

When the owner of Gray Harbor saw this, his handwriting had become extremely hasty and scribbled. Obviously, the person who wrote these handwritings was terrified.

Cirdan's face became serious. Of course he knew what was in the north.

He continued to flip through the increasingly chaotic and sloppy information, which was the precious news that the elf sentry riders in front used a snowy owl they had finally found, promised many hazelnuts, and then agreed to bring it back.

"...We took the risk and walked eastward for dozens of miles. Finally, we found the goal of this trip!!"

The expression of the master of Gray Harbor became even more gloomy and terrifying. He quickly searched for the latest and piled up scrawled information, and finally he saw what he was looking for.

"Carndum! The largest evil stronghold of the Eastern Phantom in the north, the capital of the ancient Angmar Witch King! It has reappeared!"

"...Worg, it's a half-orc warg. The enemy's sentinels spotted us at the same time, so we can only turn around and fight! May the glory of Elberis never fade!"

"The battle ended quickly. We took advantage of the enemy's unstable foothold and severely hit their morale. We won! However, the enemy's large army was also alarmed!"

Seeing this, Cirdan could hardly read the writing on it. The scribbled and random strokes, the big and big ink drops were all obvious, and the owner of the handwriting was so panicked at that time.

"It is a vile army made up of terrible ancient demons and black orcs of Mordor..."

Cirdan tried his best to identify the writing on it, and read it word by word, as if he was biting some meat.

"We just glanced at it from a distance, and our minds were almost taken away! It was a terrifying evil army that had never appeared on the Central Continent since the Dark Ages. As they advanced, the sky became gloomy and terrifying, and the clouds The dark clouds are densely covered with lightning and thunder! Under the dark clouds, evil wolves are driven by them, evil bats are lingering in the sky, and eerie and terrifying roars resound through the wilderness!"

Seeing this, the owner of Gray Harbor, who has experienced countless tragic and thrilling battles in the first, second, and third eras, couldn't help shrinking his eyes, as if seeing the terrifying scene that the elf sentinels said in front of him.

In the picture, countless terrifying or bloodthirsty evil minions are roaring upwards, rushing towards him like a tide.

He gritted his teeth and continued to read.

"...The leader of this army is a cunning and ferocious pale orc. Judging by the flag, it is very likely to be a giant orc from Gundaba. The most famous of them is the year 2799 of the third era. Azog the blasphemer of Thror I (grandfather of Thorin Oakenshield) in the mines of Moria, his homeland, but it should have been killed by Dain II..."

Seeing this, Childan found that the handwriting became more and more scribbled, and the last few words, the owner of Huigang even had to get close to him and carefully identify them before he could even make a rough guess.

"...The Pale Orcs kept ordering the Wargs to attack us... We had no choice but to retreat, not daring to turn our heads back! I hope we can return to... our homeland before the evil minions catch up to us - Galdor, Gray Haven, wrote In the year 2931 of the Third Era, Xia."

Cirdan took a deep breath, carefully put away these precious pieces of information, then calmed down, and then said loudly: "Come on, ring the alarm bell!"

Although the intelligence information is worrying, it is better than being confused and not knowing who the enemy is.

Carndum, the largest lair of the Eastern Phantom in the north, and the dark stronghold of the Witch-king of Angmar (the head of the Nine Rings), has risen again.

Cirdan clenched his fists and looked at the Blue Mountains with a serious expression.

May your plan succeed, Mithrandil...

Soon, the bronze bell on the tallest clock tower in Gray Harbor was rang.

The elves had been prepared for a long time, and immediately put aside everything at hand, and spontaneously gathered at the positions that had been assigned a few days ago.

"finally coming?"

To the east of Gray Harbor, that is, towards the mouth of the Schoen River, the black-haired dragonborn murmured in heavy armor and held a warhammer.

This is a set of exquisite armor that even the most skilled dwarven masters will be dumbfounded and praised.

The whole body of the battle armor is silver in color. Obviously, the elf masters who cast this set of battle armor used Xingyue gold that only elves can forge!
(This is an extremely precious metal, an heirloom of the royal family of Gondor, which was added when the holy sword Nasir was reforged)
Under the huge shoulder armor, the dragonborn's tall body, which looks like a demigod, is wrapped by the elf's unique, exquisite and sturdy breastplate;

The golden holy tree totem above is lifelike!

The veins, branches and leaves of each sacred tree are carved and shaped bit by bit with solid star-moon gold mixed with gold threads, and faintly glow golden under the sunlight!

And under the dim moonlight, this set of battle armor has a faint silver light!
Isn't it coquettish?
What's more, the elves also used three diamond-shaped sapphires, one large and two small, as accessories, inlaid on the top of the golden holy tree pattern on the upper chest and lower throat of this armor.

Make this set of armor even more luxurious!
At the same time, the dragonborn's arms, thighs, calves, and feet are all protected by thick heavy armor. That appearance, let alone a half-orc, is a highly skilled elf archer. The armor made, hurting the dragonborn, would also tingle the scalp.

particular.

"when."

Dragon Bourne put the huge warhammer in his hand on the ground, leaned against the corner of the white city wall to the east of Gray Harbor, and looked up into the distance.

The blue cloak fluttered behind him.

Around him, a row of hundreds of elves in helmets and armor could not help but look sideways.

I saw that under the afterglow of the setting sun, the dragon descendant's almost 2-meter-high, huge, sacred, and full of violent aesthetics stalwart figure inexplicably grew tall like a mountain.

So much so that the elves even seemed to see the shadow of Tokas, the most valiant and powerful man in Vala (as mentioned earlier, Tokas is the god of war in the world of Middle-earth) in the dragonborn.

Dragon Bourne is not an idiot, he knows that his skills will not be superior in a short time So a little), therefore, after the first two days of training, he made a 'strange' request to the Master of Gray Harbor.

It is strange to say.

Because of.

Dragon Bourne asked the elven king in the north to build him a set of armor that was as strong as possible. There was no need to worry about the weight. In addition, the weapons also abandoned the long knives and swords that were commonly used on the Middle-earth continent, and chose only dwarves. Warhammer, and it's the kind with an extremely astonishing weight.

It looks like "labor is not enough for you to be agile, labor is pretending to be a tortoise, first pile up the defense, and then kill you with a hammer when you have no way to bite the bastard".

As a result, not to mention Cirdan, even Yi Liwen and Fenna were stunned when they saw the finished product.

Because of the blood of the dragon, Dragon Bourne's body is surprisingly powerful. Therefore, choosing heavy armor + heavy hammer, he successfully hid his shortcomings and maximized his advantages.

Others are worried that the weight will affect agility, but a mere few hundred catties or a thousand catties is nothing more than 'sprinkling water' to the dragonborn.

In addition, choosing the most simple and crude war hammer as a weapon also saves him from the embarrassment of slashing and slashing without knowing sword skills. How easy it is to use a hammer, um, see if you don’t like it, once you hammer it down, you will get the iron can. Smashed.

What, miss?
Then give me another hammer, anyway, my defense is strong enough, my stamina is MAX, no matter how agile you are, can you hide forever?

Well, it’s actually because Dragon Bourne, the first brother on the battlefield, chose the thickest armor to avoid being beaten. As for the warhammer, well, he can’t dance swords, so it’s okay to knock gophers, right?

Here, looking at the dragonborn who looked like a turtle shell, Cirdan was also wearing a set of extremely exquisite armor, standing beside him, imitating him, and looking into the distance.

"Hurry up, isn't it our sentry cavalry running over there? They rushed ahead of the dark army, delivered the news to us in time, and rushed back before the evil pale orcs caught them. Gray Harbor is our great hero!"

The master of Gray Harbor pointed to the figures of sentinel cavalry that could already be vaguely seen in the sky, and said loudly: "We should use the greatest enthusiasm and cheers to welcome the return of our heroes and heroes!"

Here, Cirdan shouted another old Quenya saying that made all good and free people (elves) hear their fighting spirit and encourage their hearts.

"Arta!"

The elves shouted back in unison, straightening their already tall waists even more.

Behind them, the battle flags of the northern elves fluttered under the rising sea wind!
As if they heard the cheers of their compatriots, the horses under the crotch of the elf sentinels far away in the sky ran faster.

Finally, before the last ray of sunset fell, this group of knights rumbled across the Schoen River and ran straight towards Gray Harbor.

Like a whirlwind, they passed through the thick gate and successfully and safely returned to their beloved home.

And behind them, there are dark clouds that are getting lower and lower!
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(End of this chapter)