Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 15 Warning from the Head of the Valar - Manwe
Unlike the white holy city of Gondor, the human kingdom, Gray Harbor located at the mouth of the Schoen River is a seaside city surrounded by water on both sides, with tall walls built only on the east and south sides.

It is close to Schoen Bay on the north and west, and has a white revetment.

The Falas elves, who love singing and the seaside, once walked here and looked at the holy land in the west across the sea.

And during the war years, the northern elves headed by Cirdan also gathered large ships here, and went north to attack the dark army under the most evil and powerful Angmar Witch King under the Eastern Phantom.

That is to say, if anyone wants to attack Gray Harbor, apart from attacking from the east and south, it is best to prepare a fleet at the same time, and sail from the west of the port, that is, the direction of the Sea of ​​Beleger. Enter Shun Bend, then blockade and attack the docks in Grayhaven.

From this point of view, the defense capability of Grayhaven, the largest city of the elves in the north, is far inferior to the royal city of Gondor, and it is also the white holy city we call Minas Tirith.

Moreover, Gray Harbor is even more of a flat city.

In other words, there is no dangerous terrain around the Gray Harbor to take advantage of, except for the not-so-high city walls (compared to Minas Tirith), which is one of the largest cities left by the northern elves today. , but a few elf ballistas installed on the not-so-tall white city wall.

This is a very scary weapon.

It has 4 rotatable wheels to adjust the direction and move. In addition, its body is forged from some kind of extremely precious metal. The chassis is thick and firm, and it is pulled by steel wires and pulleys. The inverted triangular metal flying wing is used as a power drive and directional adjustment. Instead of firing an arrow, it is twisted with the pulley and wire. The triangular flying wing provides power and stability with an extremely sharp rotating metal blade!
(Refer to the ballista of wow night elves)
Although Dragon Bourne has never seen the appearance of this kind of weapon launched by the elves, even the superficial people know that when this terrible metal storm is really launched under suitable terrain, the terrifying The power is absolutely creepy.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the lifespan of the steel wires and pulleys and the terrain are not considered, assuming that the elves own hundreds of ballistas, which are clearly built as war machines, then he is not worried at all that someone will be able to break through the fortress guarded by the elves!
Of course, such a weapon is not without its drawbacks.

But I won't explain them one by one here.

"Can you estimate the number of Orcs?"

Although Cirdan, the leader of this place, wanted to be considerate of the sentry cavalry who had just escaped from the evil orc army, he still needed to ask some questions face to face.

The information only said that the army of half-orcs was extremely huge, but the male elf Galdo who was the leader of the sentry in front did not say the detailed (or approximate) number. Therefore, after the returning heroes took a short rest, Cirdan immediately sent People summoned to the front.

"a lot of!"

Before setting off, the leader of the elf sentinel cavalry, who was a little dusty at the moment, said seriously. At this moment, the golden armor on his body was stained with a lot of blood, and his temples were slightly messed up. It can be seen that this man successfully brought back valuable pre-war information. The elven hero experienced an arduous battle: "We encountered half-orc wolf riders on the third day. There were about 100 of them, all of them were black orcs from Mordor, and they were much stronger than ordinary half-orcs. Already!"

Cirdan nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"And after we wiped out this team of wolf cavalry that should be their outpost, Karndum's evil army also discovered us, and the leader of them, the Pale Orc, sent out vile bats and more wolf cavalry to chase us. We You can only turn around and retreat!"

Galdo's expression became serious, as if he remembered the thrilling pursuit before.

"But we finally took a rough look at the number of enemies!"

The elves made gestures, wanting to enhance the persuasiveness: "Their vanguard is composed of a large number of evil wolves and black orc wolf riders. The number is astonishing! Even the dark clouds in the sky were blown away during the howling of the running wolves... ..."

"Then came the Goblins from the Misty Mountains and Gundaba, and the Frodians from the Far North, and they made up more than half the army! Among them was the Banner of the Pale Orcs! The sound of the heavy horn to command this group of stupid, low-level half-orcs who can only kill each other if they don't restrain themselves..."

"By the way, I also saw at least a dozen trolls, they were on their way in broad daylight under the cover of dark clouds..."

Speaking of this, Elf Galdo's face turned pale from seriousness, as if recalling that terrible scene.Seeing him like this, Cirdan thoughtfully took a glass of mead on the table and handed it to him.

It seemed that the warm and smooth liquid of the mead calmed the elf's mood. After Galdo took a sip of the mead, his face turned red again.

"The last is the deepest part behind the army!"

As if remembering something terrible, Galdo's eyes actually showed a hint of timidity, which is extremely rare among the proud elves whom almost no one looks down on.

"...that is a darker darkness than darkness, and a lightless shady scene that makes our heart palpitate more than all the known evil minions!"

Trembling, he delivered one of the most valuable intels of the night.

"We didn't dare to look deeply, as if the black curtain would swallow our souls! But in order to obtain more information, we resisted the fear and the idea of ​​running away, and took another look. In the process, we saw a fiery red, which is the darkest and most evil existence in the depths of the ground, we don't know what it is, but the remaining reason in our hearts is telling us, hurry up, get as far away from that monster as possible!"

Seeing him trembling like a little beast in the twelfth lunar month of winter, Cirdan stretched out his warm right hand, gently rested it on the forehead of this dedicated elf, and whispered a few words in Quenya What, slowly, Galdo began to calm down.

There are no cool sound and light effects, but this is the "magic" of the master of Gray Harbor.

He bowed gratefully to the owner of Gray Harbor.

"Okay, I know everything." Cirdan said to him gently: "Thank you for your hard work. Go down and have a cup of warm honey bar. You will be needed in the next battle."

Galdo didn't dare to stay longer, he saluted him again, turned and left.

Cirdan was alone in the hall.

The light from the dim fluorite was not enough to illuminate the huge hall, and the owner of Gray Harbor sat alone on the main seat of the Luohua hall, with a sullen face, thinking anxiously.

First, the number of enemies exceeded his calculations.

Originally, Cirdan thought it was just a heavy but normal battle between "light and darkness", but now it seems that Gray Harbor is very likely to fall into a terrible situation just like the gray robe wizard Gandalf said. plot.

"Worgs, humans, and unknown evil monsters!"

Cirdan wrenched his fingers and counted the possible known enemies one by one.

"The Eastern Phantom should not be able to gather such a huge force, or is there some other evil lord secretly plotting insidious and terrifying plans in dark caves that elves and wizards cannot see? "

The great elven lord looked worried, with weariness in his gray eyes.

He stood up, walked out of the white hall, came to the high ground outside, raised his head, looked at the star-studded sky of Middle-earth seriously, and said in a low voice: "Elberis, may your brilliance shine forever Earth, with regard to the fate of the elves, I wonder if the stalwart, wise as the stars, can give you more hints to your believers?"

But unfortunately, under the silent sky, the stars are twinkling, and there is no sound.

Cirdan sighed, feeling even more sad in his heart.

I don't know whether they are lamenting the ill-fated fate of the elves, or blaming themselves for not being able to lead the firstborn children through their last catastrophe in Central Continent.

At this moment, he vaguely heard a voice.

"Childan, Chirdan, your sharp eyes have distracted the bad news from the north too much. South, south, Chirdan, you should pay more attention to the dark night in the south, where hungry beasts are staring hungrily With Mythrond!"

The voice was as melodious as the wind, but also as light as the wind. Cirdan even listened with the greatest effort, only to vaguely hear such a trace.

He even thought for a while that he had heard wrong.

It wasn't until he suddenly remembered who the owner of this voice was that the pious and wise Cirdan understood that the Lord of Mount Teniquetil, the King of Kings, the Companion of the Queen of Stars, the Air, the Wind, and all Birds The king of the king—Manwë is coming to warn him.

"Oh, isn't that the greatest tribute to my hard work all these years?"

He excitedly and loudly praised the great existence called "the Lord of Arda's Breath" by all life/races in Central Continent, and praised Vera for not giving up the poor firstborn child who was in a desperate situation when the elves needed it most. He thought excitedly: "The sharp eyes of the great and wise ruler of the world have already seen through everything! He knows that poor old Cirdan is not as wise and clear-sighted as before. He is using this The method is reminding me!"

"South! What's in the South..."

"That's right, why did I forget, evil wolf, Galdo said that the pale orcs commanded an astonishing number of evil wolves! But our poor cavalry boys have returned to Gray Harbor safely, chasing after them Why hasn't the wolf in the back disappeared?"

"south!"

"The wolves have bypassed the Westlands and the Far Hills, and are preparing to detour around Tower Hill and attack our weakest link from the south! How insidious...the enemy lurks in the dark, waiting for us to let our guard down, and then show them Sharp claws!"

The master of Gray Harbor who had figured everything out looked up to the sky and sighed, his expression became more dignified.

Because he knew that even if things were as he had expected, the evil orc army would really split up and attack the south gate of Gray Haven.

But Gray Harbor, which has less than [-] soldiers (these days, the elves from all over Linton have gathered intermittently), can't take care of both fronts at the same time.

Because although there are not many elves living in Gray Harbor (compared to the human country), its scale is not small.

After all, it was a city that had already been built in the first year of the Second Era.For thousands of years, Gray Harbor has done a lot of urban planning, among other things.

The east wall alone is a full 6 miles long, and then there are the south wall, docks, warehouses and other important places that need to be guarded by troops.

Also keep a reserve team!
It can be said that this force may not be enough.

Therefore, Cirdan's expression became more serious after receiving the "warning" from Manwe, the leader of the Valar.He continued to listen carefully, and after making sure that the great master of Arda's breath had left, he called Eleven at the door.

"You take a team of guards to Nancheng District, join Aminas's command, and tell him, be careful of the wolf in the dark!"

Eleventh, who was the guard of the master of the Gray Harbor, was very surprised, because her primary responsibility before was to protect Cirdan, but this time, the master of the Gray Harbor actually sent her to guard the city wall.

As the sentinels headed by Galdor returned to Gray Haven one after another, the elves became clearer about the situation they were about to face.

Knowing that it was most likely for the next battle, in the end, Eleven didn't ask any more questions, but selected a team of relatively elite guards from the guard of the master of Gray Harbor, and prepared to go to the southern city.

"and many more."

Cirdan stopped her suddenly, and said thoughtfully, "Take Okoliam there too."

Yi Liwen raised her head abruptly, with a look of surprise on her face.

But the expression on the face of the master of Gray Harbor was as majestic as ever. Obviously, what he said was not a request.

So, without saying anything, Yi Liwen led a group of guards, turned around and left.

And here, after the heartfelt female guard left, the owner of Gray Harbor couldn't help showing a smile after having a headache all night. In his opinion, even if the enemy really split up to attack the south gate, it would be just a "partial division" all the way. After all, it is better than coming to the east facing the army of darkness.

No, when the messenger ran over and said that the master of Gray Harbor asked him to go to the southern city, he was talking to the commander of thousands of elves with helmets and armor, bows and swords, a man who claimed to be Gaimil. The Noldor elf chatted dryly in the Noldor language, and the Dragonborn turned his head in surprise—it could not be ruled out that he used this method to relieve his nervous anxiety.

Anyway, everyone knows that he is not a professional soldier, and it is acceptable to be unreliable.

"why?"

He glanced at the messenger and found that it was a guard under the command of the master of Gray Harbor, so he asked directly.

The herald is a Noldor elf wearing light chain mail and carrying two jeweled swords at his waist (the pure blood elves in the northern elves are particularly numerous, because most of them were the first ones who had followed the Noldor High King. , that is, the sons of Finwë who forged the Silmarillion, the descendants of the Noldor and the Teleri elves who crossed the sea and returned to Middle-earth, and even the 'ancient' elves who experienced many wars in the first and second ages).

He smiled elegantly and politely at the questioning black-haired dragonborn: "This is an order from the great and wise Master of Gray Harbor, how can we fully understand it, I am only responsible for conveying the order to you Forget it, if you have any doubts, how about asking the great master of the Gray Harbor? Presumably he will give you a satisfactory answer..."

"stop!"

Dragon Bourne almost wanted to give himself a mouth. He knew that he could not master the language of the elves proficiently, so what do you say?

That's right, it's Balabala's talk again, and it made his head dizzy.

"I'll go, I'll just go."

The black-haired dragon descendant said in a low voice, and angrily raised the huge heavy hammer that looked like it would make one's scalp tingle with one hand.

With a bang, he carried it on his shoulders.

"So!"

He nodded to the elf who was annoyed by him, but still graceful and polite, who kept smiling the whole time: "May the starlight of Eärendil shine on you, Gamir!"

After a pause, he sighed softly, "Don't die, my friend."

He used these few words more and more proficiently, so he didn't worry that the other party would not understand.

Gamil, who had black hair and gray eyes, was taken aback for a moment, and the look he looked at him became much more sincere.

But at this moment, the black-haired dragonborn had already walked down the city wall.

The heavy footsteps seemed to be stepping on the hearts of the elves, and all the elves on the city wall showed a strange look, but in the end they didn't say anything, but looked calmly and vigilantly towards the north It was like a depressed sky.

There, the dreadful shadow drew nearer.

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(End of this chapter)