Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 2 The Year of Midsummer
In 2931 of the Third Age, Xia.

Northwest of Central Continent.

On this day, the sky over Middle-earth was clear without a single white cloud, as if to reveal the fate of the good people and other free races in the vast Middle-earth in the future.

Suddenly, a huge fireball dragged a long flame tail, cut through the vast sky like a meteor, and fell to the northwest corner of Zhongzhou.

The elves of Rivendell, known as "East of the Belegail Sea, the last sanctuary of elves".

As far as Lothlórien on the other side of the Misty Mountains and the Silvan elves in the Mirkwood.

And far away in the middle of the continent, where the Anduin River and the Erui River flow into the sea, the Holy White City on the vast Pelag Plain - the people of Gondor were all surprised to see this magnificent scene.

The mistress of Lothlórien, the mighty and kind Galadriel, said to her husband Celeborn, who was also one of the most powerful Sindarin remaining in Middle-earth: "The strange (things) that happened today disturb me! "

She pointed to the fireball that had pierced the sky earlier.

"I don't know why, but my heart keeps telling me that today, when evil is on the rise, a star has fallen from among the stars, which makes the already miserable Central Continent even more chaotic!"

"We need to find this heavenly thing before the evil from the east finds it!"

After a pause, Galadriel said "he" in the ancient Kundi language, representing a male.

meal.

And said: "Or her!"

Obviously, the powerful and kind Mistress Rose Lorien can't tell the origin of all the weird things that happened today, because all of these are in the grand movement that has not yet been revealed, and to break through the fog of fate, this It is the power of Vera (Ainu, which can be understood as a god, but I personally feel that it is more appropriate to understand it as an angel) or even Ru (Iluvita, which can be understood as a god). The favorite of the most holy Iluvita, but they still don't know much about fate.

Celeborn nodded solemnly.

He is the great lord of Doriath, the grandson of Elmo, the brother of Elwy Thingol, the leader of the part of the elves left by the Teleri in the land of Middle-earth, the son of Galathon, a powerful Sindarin (also known as Gray Elves).

Since the first era, the Kingdom of Doriath established by the Sindar elves was broken by the dwarves, and after being destroyed by the sons of Feanor in the second kin slaughter, Celeborn fled with his wife and the remaining Sindar elves. to the southwestern coast of Beleriand.

After the War of Wrath, the dark enemy Morgoth was defeated, and Beleriand sank to the bottom of the sea. At the end of the first era, Celeborn, his wife Galadriel and some of the Sindar elves lived in the forest today. ton area.

But the good times didn't last long. Because of the influence of the War of Wrath, the beautiful and rich Beleriand sank in the First Era, and the surrounding terrain changed greatly. Therefore, in the early years of the Second Era, Celeborn, his wife and the Most of the remnants of the Sindar migrated eastward to Eriador, where they lived for a while near Dusklake.

This period of time lasted until about 700 of the second era, and then this part of the Sindar elves moved east again, and came to Eregian, the territory of another famous Noldor elf lord, and lived here again For a period of time, until Eregian was broken by the future Dark Lord Sauron, it continued to migrate to Lothlórien, east of the mist.

And after a series of changes, he led the firstborn children of Iluvita, including a very small number of Noldor elves, some Sindar elves and most of Silvan elves (also known as wood elves). them.

"You're right, when the big fireball with flames appeared in the sky, my lonely heart, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, actually jumped with fear. What a change!"

Celeborn said to his wife: "Fortunately, it seems that the place where the fallen thing fell is not far from the territory of the shipbuilder Cirdan. The Lord of the Gray Harbor should have found and explored this place earlier than us. The truth of a strange thing!"

The mistress of Lothlórien, Galadriel, who has the blood of the three ancient elven races (Vanyar, Noldor, and Teleri) walked slowly in the quiet and cool, but not gloomy forest, surrounded by lush greenery The trees and flowers of all the trees and flowers fled from the holy and fair Princess of the Noldor, the mighty Queen of the Tree People, as if lest her foliage should sully the noble one whose reputation was great since ancient times.

"Hopefully."

"but no matter."

Galadriel turned her head and said to her husband: "We need to send a messenger to discuss with Elrond of Rivendell. I believe he is as worried about things that have fallen from the sky as we are!"

Elrond of Rivendell is the son-in-law of Galadriel and Celeborn, whose daughter Celebrian officially married Elrond in 109E [-] and gave birth to him Raised a pair of twin sons and later daughter Arwen.

Coupled with the friendship of fighting together for many years, Rivendell to the west of the Misty Mountains and Rose Lorien to the east of the Misty Mountains are one of the few elf forces that are still protecting all the good free people in Middle-earth as much as possible .

Celeborn nodded, deeply agreeing, and at the same time he also said, "We'd better hold a holy white conference!"

The mistress of Los Lorien didn't speak, because she expressed some doubts about holding the Holy White Council, nothing else, but the Queen of the Tree People's behavior towards the head wizard of the Holy White Council, the respected white-robed wizard Saruman, has become more and more serious. Feel uneasy.

She always felt that the white-robed wizard has been too concerned about certain things over the years, and he has become obsessed with it...

The elven couple, who are famous in the two eras of Central Continent, walked out of the lush and dense golden forest, looked at each other worriedly, and looked up to the west. Over there, the towering misty mountains blocked their access to the distant Lord of Gray Harbor. gaze.

Soon, the hostesses and hostesses of Rose Lorien sent messengers. These messengers might prepare to go over the Misty Mountains to report to Rivendell, one of the largest gathering places of elves in Middle Continent, to express the respect of the hosts of Rose Lorien. Worry about the strange things that happened on this day in the summer of 2931 of the Third Era!
Or contact some other benevolent organizations and forces on the mainland that are still secretly protecting Central Continent!
Lothlórien's messengers hurriedly scattered from the deep golden forest, but they couldn't hide it from the interested people in Middle-earth.

Not to mention the reactions of some other leaders of the forces who received the news from Princess Noldor and Prince Xinda.

Here, far to the east of the Golden Forest and the Gloomy Forest, than the human kingdom, Rohan, the country of hussars rich in horses and warriors, and the last hope of human beings, the most powerful and most sacred human ever, strives Gondor, the white holy city built by the Mennores, is further east.

Until it went deep into the inaccessible, cold and terrifying Ash Mountains, and the deep, terrifying, and ghostly Shadow Mountains, the former evil enemy, the minions of the Dark Lord, and the lair of the orcs - the Gorgoros Plain rang out for a while. The eerie sound of the horn.

Countless bloodthirsty roars and dark whispers sounded out after hearing the bloodthirsty roars that made the good people stand on end.

That is the evil old saying of the devil's cave, created by the dark lord in the evil age.

Not long after, groups of filthy and ugly half-orcs emerged from their damp, stinking burrows, rode ferocious wargs, took advantage of the dark night, crossed the portal of darkness, and disappeared silently in the The vast Dagola Plain.

Someone saw them heading west, in a hurry, as if they were chasing something.

Meanwhile, the Pass of Rohan.

South of Fangorn Forest.

Essinger.

In a tower built to monitor (so it was thought at the time) the evil dark forces of the East, Saruman, the leader of the Holy White Council, a powerful and ambitious Ishtar (that is, a wizard) is worried. Pacing back and forth.

Regarding the strange incident of the fireball falling from the sky a few days ago, the origin is mysterious, and the powerful white-robed wizard naturally has his thoughts and calculations.But unfortunately, since he put on this old skin (this powerful wizard likes to wear white robes, and his face is old and dead), his own ability has been limited a lot. Not to mention, vaguely, he His nature was telling him that this matter was only bad for him, not good!

"Why did such a thing happen at this time? Could it be that the noble powers of Velma are no longer satisfied with the glory of the Blessed Land, and are planning to intervene in Central Continent again?"

"No, no!"

The wizard paced around the icy tower violently and restlessly, his pitch-black staff beeping on the ground, just like the extremely jealous heart of the white-robed wizard.

Suddenly, the white-robed wizard stopped with a grim expression, and a strong resentment burst out from his old eyes.

"I have devoted myself to research for a long time, eager to learn all the knowledge that can be learned by me, seeing..."

He muttered a noun indistinctly, it was an ominous word, and generally good people in Central Continent would not say it, but the white-robed wizard just said it openly, albeit in a very low voice.

"The whereabouts of... will be found by me soon, we can't let them destroy everything!"

When the white-robed wizard said this, he seemed to have made up his mind, and the towering Orthank (mage tower) he left in a hurry disappeared from people's sight.

Then, today.

South to Gondor.

North to Angmar.

West to Lynton.

East to the Iron Hills.

Elves, dwarves, mortals and even monsters in the dark are all frantically discussing what happened in the midsummer of 2931 in the third era.

On this day, the great lord of Gondor, the descendant of the human hero Isildur who cut off the finger of the Dark Lord and took the Supreme Lord of the Rings, the future emperor, the No.16 patriarch of the Dúnedain, son of Arathorn , Aragorn II was born.

On this day, a big fireball fell from the sky, pierced the sky, and fell to the north of Linton, more than 100 leagues away from Gray Harbor, the largest port of the elves in Middle-earth!
And the gear of fate has changed from this moment!
(End of this chapter)