Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 17 Dwarves in the war (recommended collection)

This is a spacious and comfortable hall.

The dwarves chiseled gray rocks into huge stone blocks, and used the mountain as a roof to pile them up.

There was even a skylight in the eastern rock face, so that the sun and the cold air of Ered Luin could filter in here.

In addition, the dwarf craftsmen also took out a fireplace on the rock wall in the north, and the rising flames dispelled the damp and cold deep in the mountain.

But that's it.

With financial constraints, not only the royal family can't satisfy even the most basic etiquette for hospitality—the teacups used to entertain guests are actually made of wood. It can be seen that the dwarves here are living a...hard life.

Compared with the palaces of the dwarves in the old kingdoms of Iruber and Khazad-dum, the palaces built are as simple as the dens of commoners.

If it weren't for seeing that the dwarf prince still kept an elite guard, Gandalf would really worry that he had found the wrong person.

But even so, as brave as Du Valin, he is starting to worry about the future of the dwarves.

This point can be seen from his reluctance to throw away the tomahawk that has lost quality after being burned red!
The gray-robed wizard took in all this calmly, but he didn't show it, but smiled and took a sip of the dwarf's strong tea.

"Ah~"

He sighed slightly: "This is Shire's tender tea, it's really a nostalgic taste."

And when the dwarf confirmed that the wizard came with a certain amount of goodwill, Thorin's expression softened a lot.

He sat on a throne carved out of rock, with a majesty of his own.

However, the dwarf prince didn't wear a crown on his head, and the clothes on his body were rather simple, but he wore a gold belt around his waist with a ruby ​​inlaid on it.

Beneath him sat the wise Balin and the brave Duvalin.

"Dear Gandalf."

Bahrain spoke. On behalf of the prince, he said tentatively: "It's a great honor to see the wizard again in the hall of the dwarves. The descendants of Turin have never forgotten their outstanding vision and superhuman knowledge. Solving the most difficult problems is like the wind blowing on the lake, smooth and silent!"

Gandalf put down the teacup in his hand, a gentle smile appeared on his old face, and his eyes shone with wisdom.

"Yes, exactly!"

"Thurol I once asked me about the strategy of governing the country!

Thrahin II asked me about the lost ways of fate!
The royal family of Turin has a close relationship with me. I know the secrets of many dwarves. I have also witnessed the prosperity and ups and downs of Turin's descendants in Kazadum, Iruber, and the Gray Mountains. It was a period of glory and blood and tears. years! "

Hearing him mention the glorious deeds of his ancestors, Sorin and the others all looked dark.

The gray-robed wizard smiled slightly, and continued: "But all of this is in the past. Now, it's time for the descendants of Turin to embark on a new journey. The glory of the kingdom below the mountain needs you to revive it, Thorin Oakenshield!"

The wizard's voice was loud and seductive, and Sorin and his cousins ​​raised their heads in doubt and looked at each other.

"I know that the dwarves are not lacking in courage and determination to take revenge, but if the descendants of Turin stay in the Blue Mountains, when will their hometown, which is far away from half of Middle Continent, be regained?"

"How can a warrior's sword remain sharp after a long period of use?"

Hearing the wizard mention the homeland occupied by evil dragons, on the throne, the eyes of the weather-beaten dwarf prince burst into a rage that could almost scorch people.

"The dwarves never forget the pain of losing their homeland, and never forget to sharpen our swords one day!"

He said.

"If anyone doubts this, let him try it!"

As he said that, Thorin looked at the gray robe wizard angrily, thinking that what he said was deliberately humiliating him, humiliating a noble dwarf.

And Du Valin on the side was also very unhappy, muttering and cursing something.

But Balin was much calmer. He said loudly: "Gandalf the gray robe wizard, the wise king's advisor, and a man of profound knowledge!"

Cover up the voices of Thorin and Duvalin.

Gandalf looked at him with interest.

Such a wise dwarf is rare. It seems that the years have not only made him grow more white beards, but also his reason.

The wizard thought so.

"Although I don't know why the wise and profound wizard in gray robes visits the hall of the dwarves at this time of year, but I think it's definitely not just to stimulate and mock us poor dwarves who have lost their homes?"

"of course not!"

Gandalf replied with a smile, refraining from his aggressive words.

Sorin also reacted at this time.

He frowned.

He was very unhappy and said to the wizard: "Gandalf, if you have any high-level remarks about dwarves, you may as well say it bluntly, and the attitude of a friend is not what a friend should have."

"But that's the nature of wizards."

Gandalf laughed heartily, and the hearty laughter broke away the hesitant atmosphere between the wizard and the dwarves.

"Dear, respectable son of Thraine, perhaps the dwarves' bravery and determination to regain their homeland should not be questioned. I must apologize to the descendants of Turin for this!"

As he spoke, he stood up, wielded his staff, and bowed like an old man to the dwarf prince and his cousins ​​on the main seat.

Thorin and the others were all stunned, for a moment they didn't know whether to treat him as an ordinary human old man or a wizard of the shrewd city.

"never mind."

The dwarf prince leaned tiredly on the rocky throne, propped his head on his hands, and said in a weak tone: "I forgive you, Gandalf the gray robe wizard."

Du Valin, who was aggrieved, then sat down.

Only Balin saw the smile on Gandalf's lips.

However, thinking that this is a mysterious wizard, the old dwarf wisely kept this in his heart.

Perhaps your temptations of coming and going exhausted the patience of the dwarf. On the throne, Thorin Oakenshield sat up straight, and said in a cold voice: "I don't know what your purpose is here, wizards always use sharp edges I am tired, Gandalf, if you have nothing to do, please forgive me for not being with you."

A look of chasing people.

But in fact, Sorin knew that wizards would definitely not come to the hall of the dwarves for no reason, but he decided that it was a good way to keep a respectful distance from mysterious wizards.

No way, Gandalf told the real plan.

"Respected, brave Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thraine II, heir to the kingdom below the mountain, I have a message, please listen carefully!"

The wizard's originally slightly tattered figure suddenly became taller, and his old face was more energetic than the young at this moment. His voice was high and contagious, and his eyes were clear and intimidating.

"I bring greetings and a message for help from Cirdan, the king of the northern elves, the ruler of Lindon, the master of the Gray Harbor, and the great shipbuilder!"

"While the dwarves are still in deep fear of their hometown, the northern elves take on the important task of blocking the invasion of evil!"

"Yes, just three days ago, the ancient capital of the Angmar witch king, Carndum, rose again, and a terrifying evil force is gathering rapidly with the support of some dark, indescribable evil thoughts!"

"Among them were orcs, and wolves, and dark men and demons from the far north!"

"The leader is none other than the Pale Orc, Azog the Defiler!"

"impossible!"

The dwarf prince stood up in shock, a terrifying aura emerged from him.

"Azog's filthy, ugly beast has been dead for many years! He was cut off by my own hands, and he was dragged back to the gate of Kazadum by several filthy orcs, and Dain caught up with him , A sword pierced through his back heart, there is no way he is still alive!"

He yelled loudly, scratching his hair in pain, and the huge anger even distorted his expression.

"His wailing rang out for a full year, and then he died in pain. His painful wailing is still ringing in the mines of Kazadum!"

The dwarf prince called out to Gandalf in a rage, "Liar, you liar!"

The guards at the door thought that the talks between the two sides had broken down again, and they all rushed in with swords and axes, and surrounded the wizard.

And Bahrain and Duvalin weren't much better.

They also experienced the Battle of Azanubiza in 2799, the terrible war in which the dwarf elite was almost wiped out, and witnessed the death of countless relatives and friends in that war, so they were all shocked Looking at the wizard who brought this bad news, the monstrous anger seemed to burst out of his eyes.

But unfortunately, things are so cruel.

Facing the angry dwarves, the gray-robed wizard twitched his eyelids, but his answer was still: "Sorry, Thorin, Balin, Duvalin, I don't want to be the one who brought you bad news, but It is a pity that Azog the Defiler is the commander of this wave of darkness, commanding the evil army to attack the last and most sacred stronghold of the elves in the north - Gray Harbor! This is what the hummingbird just told me The incoming message cannot be faked."

Sorin was stunned. The dwarf prince who had endless blood feud with the pale orc roared and cursed wildly, and countless terrible words poured out of his mouth.

"I curse him, curse him and his filthy, disgusting blood, curse them all to die!"

"calm!"

Finally, the gray-robed wizard couldn't bear it any longer, the opportunity to fight was on the verge of death, and he didn't have much time to waste here with these stubborn dwarves.

Gandalf swung the staff in his hand, and a powerful wave centered on him, blowing past all the people present like a wind, and knocking down all the dwarf guards around him;
To stagger and stagger the angry dwarf prince and his cousins;
Blow out the flames in the fireplace.

And his figure became incomparably taller again, and his voice was even more resounding and terrifying as if it came from the sky.

"I bring the news of the enemy to the descendants of Turin, not to make them mad. Thorin, the northern elves are being attacked by a terrible army of evil. As a member of the ancient alliance, the dwarves are obliged to go to the rescue."

As if awakened by a beating, Thorin, who was so angry, calmed down a little.

With red eyes, he signaled the guards not to do anything yet.

Instead, he said coldly to the wizard who dared to break into his palace and sell him his sinister plan: "Why? The alliance between elves and dwarves has long been broken!"

Thinking of something, Sorin gritted his teeth, with hatred in his eyes, and said every word.

"Why should I save these damned, pointy-eared lives who stood by and stood by when the dwarves needed them most?"

He asked loudly, every sentence, every word pierced people's hearts.

"Who turned a blind eye to our former allies when the dragon ravaged our homeland?"

"Who is it when the dwarves are displaced and sleeping in the open, hiding in their dark and despicable caves without paying attention, enjoying their wine and food?"

Gandalf opened his mouth, speechless.

The weather-beaten dwarf prince said angrily: "It's an elf! A hypocritical elf!"

This time, even Balin couldn't help but nodded in agreement.

There is a saying how to say.

The one who hurts you the most is often the one closest to you!
For the elves who chose to stand by when the dwarves needed them most, they were as wise and calm as Bahrain, and secretly resented!

This is true of Bahrain, not to mention other dwarves.

The dwarven guards who got up from the ground glared at the tall wizard surrounded by them, and looked at the staff in his hand with fear.

Gandalf sighed, put away his surging momentum, and returned to the appearance of an old human being.

he said distressedly.

"Sorin, please don't be clouded by blind hatred."

"Lord Cirdan is a great man worthy of respect, and his achievements can be ranked among the top few even in the long history!"

"And the northern elves did not participate in the grievances between the descendants of Turin and the Silvan elves! If you want to talk about grievances, it must be traced back to the first era, when the dwarves robbed Nauglamir and killed the Lord of Doriath. , are you sure you want to debate this with me?"

Perhaps this deed is too famous, strong and reckless such as Sorin and Du Valin are dumbfounded.

Although among the dwarves, there is a saying that the Lord of Doriath withheld the wages of the dwarves, so the dwarves snatched Nauglamir as compensation.

But any reasonable dwarf knows that there are too many loopholes in this statement.

For, if this statement were true, why did you kill Elwe Thingol, lord of Doriath, when you took this precious necklace?
Because of this, the friendship between the dwarf and the elf for thousands of years was ruined.

Because of this, the two sides forged a heinous feud.

Because of this, the two kingdoms both declined and disappeared in the long river of history.It can be said that it does not attract people's attention.

Thorin and Duvalin had naturally heard of this legend, and they also had their own views on the feud between elves and dwarves.

Seeing the wizard cunningly using this to block the dwarf's excuses, all the dwarves present cursed inwardly.

Cunning wizard!
In addition, Cirdan of Gray Harbor is indeed a respectable elder.

Although the elves and dwarves have not communicated for a long time, the deeds of the northern elf king are still spread among the dwarves, Gondor and other races with a long history, so Thorin hesitated again.

He looked from Balin to Duvalin.

in silence.

Seeing that the dwarf prince began to waver, the gray-robed wizard stepped up his persuasion efforts.

"Thorin Oakenshield, why are you still hesitating? Aren't the half-orcs the public enemies of all good and free races in Middle-earth? Aren't the dwarves part of this continent? If these evil minions are allowed to really Breaking through the last and most sacred elven port in the north, do you think, with the strength of Turin's descendants in Blue Mountain, they can face this terrifying force alone?"

"It's time to decide, Thorin Oakenshield, son of Thraine!"

The wizard said loudly: "Do you want to raise the army of dwarves and go to Shunwan to rescue the trapped northern elf king!"

"There are your enemies there, as well as the rare treasures prepared for you by Master Cirdan who leads the north! You..."

"and many more!"

The dwarf prince with gloomy face and thick finger bones interrupted the gray robe wizard.

"What did you say?"

His expression was a little weird.

Around, all kinds of bearded dwarven guards also whispered.

Vaguely, Gandalf also heard a few words such as "treasure" and "gold", which made the originally tense atmosphere a little funny.

Gandalf's expression became subtler, it was an expression of helplessness and dejection.

"There is your enemy there..."

"No, next sentence."

"..."

In 2931 of the Third Age, Xia.

After discussing with Bahrain and other important ministers—of course, the most important thing is that the dwarves and the gray robe wizard set up an employment contract with a length of more than 100 pages, which clearly stated various charging standards, down to a certain level. Up to a copper!
Then the dwarves, who had been quarreling for almost three days, finally blew their heavy horn.

Teams of elite dwarven guards in heavy armor, holding steel spears and shields, riding horned sheep and driving chariots, walked in neat steps along the winding mountain road of Ered Road, from the north. Come.

The leader is Thorin Oakenshield, the heavily armed dwarf prince.

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