Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 28 The Death of the Dead (recommended collection)

This little hiccup at the banquet was soon overshadowed by more cheerful cheers from the dwarves.

That's what dwarves are.

Whether they are friends or enemies, they can always find a way to make you jump with anger.

It was the first time to see these short and thick races less than 1.5 meters in person, and Dragon Bourne was indeed infected by their enthusiasm that seemed to never fade.

No matter how harsh the environment is, these tenacious races forged in the depths of the mountains can always find things and things worthy of their laughter and laughter.They clapped their hands and feet and sang loudly to bid farewell to the grief and send away the haze.

Thinking that when everyone was fleeing frantically, only the dwarves resisted the Balrog tenaciously and became the first line of defense against evil. Dragon Bourne couldn't help feeling a little admiration in his heart.

This is a tough race.

Dragonborn thought so.

At this moment a young dwarf with golden hair and beard stood up, holding a full glass of ale, and singing a dwarven song loudly.

The singing is cheerful and enthusiastic.

Seems to be celebrating something.

It seemed to be complimenting something.

He raised his glass, saluted his host Cirdan, and drank the fine wine in the glass in one go.

With a smile on his face, the owner of Gray Harbor held up a glass of light fruit wine, and took a sip gracefully in return.

Then the dwarves were happier.

They clapped their hands, stamped their feet, and sang a more cheerful and rhythmic song.

It really is a magical race.

Dragon Bourne couldn't help being infected, he looked at the group of dwarves who began to thank the master of Gray Harbor for his hospitality with a smile and curiosity, thinking in his heart.

Never thought.

People on the bridge look at the scenery, and people under the bridge look at you.

While he was enjoying the elves' delicacies and observing the warm and rude side of the dwarves, at least four or five pairs of eyes were watching him at the banquet.

What a pair of terrible eyes.

Sorin Oakenshield stared at the dragonborn who was eating a thick pork rib and curiously scanning the dwarves back and forth with his bewitching golden vertical pupils. The shock in his heart was still the same. strong.

During the day, Sorin noticed the oppressive cold vertical pupils and stalwart body of the Dragonborn at close range.

At that time, Thorin only felt that he had returned to the era when the dragon Smaug was ravaging, and remembered how he trembled and frightened when he faced those terrifying golden vertical pupils.

But during the day, neither side had a good chance of getting to know each other better.

Sorin only knew that this was a man of few words.

Because, no matter when Cirdan, the master of the Gray Harbor, and Gandalf the wizard, said some polite and hypocritical words, the dragonborn stood aside without saying a word, listening quietly.

It seemed that the earth-shattering dragon roar before did not erupt from his mouth.

This was Thorin's second impression of the Dragonborn.

The first impression is naturally the dragonborn's icy golden vertical pupils and a god-like body.

"His eyes have been staring at us dwarves, not cold, but curious, this is not the look that an evil person should have!"

Thorin muttered to himself, constantly evaluating silently in his heart, guessing whether this giant with an astonishingly awe-inspiring stalwart body and bewitching vertical pupils was a friend or an enemy to the dwarves.

Different from the daytime, at this moment the giant is wearing an exquisite elf-style robe, without a forehead crown, and the whole person looks much softer, with a vivid and innocent expression, which does not match his cold eyes so much.

"Turin is above, when will there be such a character in Central Continent, his existence is really worrying."

The gloom from the heart returned to Thorin again, the dwarf prince's cold and stern eyes turned back and forth on the master of Gray Harbor and the wizard, and his inner thoughts flickered.

"The elves and wizards evidently knew of such a being long ago, but they did not tell. They let the dwarves linger in doubt and fear, for this one, with his eyes and powers, was so dragon-like! Yes, a head Walking humanoid dragons have begun to walk in the wilderness of Central Continent, but the elves and wizards hide this!"

at the same time.

Gandalf, who was at the top, also turned his head and carefully looked at the young, energetic and handsome face of the Dragonborn who had a quick glance a few days ago. A magical race?"

Oh?
Dragon Bourne had an awkward feeling that his inner thoughts were being peeped and emptied. He turned his head without changing his expression, and looked innocently at this old and cunning gray-robed wizard, as if what are you talking about, I didn’t understandable expression.

Sly little fox.

Gandalf thought so in his heart.

Shaking his head, the old wizard took a deep look at the dwarf prince with a suspicious expression, and said in a voice they had just heard: "Don't hide it, your expression has already told me, you know what I'm talking about! Well, you are really not a good actor, no matter how boring Shire is, the acting skills of jugglers are better than yours..."

"One last thing to remind you, don't show your ability in front of Thorin. His heart has been occupied by the shadow of the northern dragon for too long. Perhaps when he is calm, Thorin Oakenshield is still the most heroic and fearless in the middle continent. One of the kings of the world! But when the gloom in his heart prevails, the stubborn and arrogant side will lead him into the deepest darkness! Be careful, you who have the blood of the dragon, don't let the knife in the dark The ax cut your throat."

Well, Dragon Bourne really didn't understand this time, he simply turned his head and ignored the crazy old man.

Nagging.

Ignore you.

In fact, the dragonborn has always been able to feel the vigilance and indifference of the dwarf prince towards him.It's just that what he doesn't understand is where this anxiety and hatred come from.

"Is it just because of my own eyes?"

Dragon Bourne glanced at the dwarf prince, shook his head, and ignored the miserable prince who was already entangled with hatred and the great cause of his family and country, and was about to go crazy.

He is calculating his gains and losses and performance in this battle.

First, a new ability is unlocked.

Dragon Burn.

Dragon felt the surging power in his body carefully.

It's different from Dragon Roar.

This power seems to come from the dragon's heart and the hot blood within him.

When his heart was beating violently, this violent force flowed from his powerful heart along the hot blood that boiled like molten lava, flowed all over his body, and finally gathered at his throat.

Same as Dragon Roar.

This force is not purely physical.

No matter how loud and hot the voice of a mortal creature and the blood in its body are, it is impossible to cause a huge disaster like a landslide and a terrible high temperature that melts bones and shimmers gold.

Both are magical phenomena.

Or, at least it's a special skill, or racial talent, that mixes physics and magic.

Dragon beating his mighty heart tentatively.

thump.

thump.

thump.

As his dragon-like heart gradually became active from slow to fast, Dragon Byrne clearly felt that his blood began to boil.

A terrifying and berserk force suddenly flowed out from his heart, along with his scorching blood, spread to the whole body.

what.

He exhaled lightly.

As a result, Gandalf next to him was shocked to smell a breath of sulfur.

It was the smell of burning air.

What a disobedient "little guy".

With a headache, Gandalf took out the old wizard's tobacco rod, quickly pressed the long grain leaf tobacco, which is a special product in the southern part of the Shire, and rubbed his fingers, and a wisp of sparks burst out from the wizard's hand.

He quickly took two sips, before he could taste the mellow and strong fragrance of the top grade tobacco, he opened his mouth and spit it out.

The white smoke of Changguye Tobacco turned into a vivid bird with long tail feathers, flying past the black-haired dragon descendant, blowing away and covering up the white smoke from the corner of the dragon descendant's mouth .

what.

Dragon Bourne quickly closed his mouth, feeling like he was caught cheating.

Under the wizard's control, the little bird miraculously circled over the elf's banquet hall before disappearing into nothingness.

"Gandalf!"

Fili, who was drunk, shouted in surprise: "What kind of magic is this? Is it the latest pyrotechnic trick you have researched?"

The other dwarves also noticed this, clapping their hands and stamping their feet clamorously, yelling for "Master of Magic" and "King of Fireworks" Gandalf to perform a few more performances for everyone to have fun.

I don't remember having all these country slang nicknames and titles.

Putting the gray peaked hat aside, the old wizard with fluffy gray hair and beard sticking out cheerfully smacked his mouth a few times, and once again spit out a magical smoke ring, which turned into an exploding cloud. Fly all over the place.

"Sing, dance, this is the joy you deserve. Although dwarves always give me a headache, it's better than some big guy. Yes, I am the master of tricks, Gandalf, the king of fireworks, you friend."

The sorcerer who said strange things that seemed inconsequential to outsiders stared at the black-haired dragonborn that made him feel uneasy, so said.

Gee.

The dragonborn curled his lips and said nothing.

But the boiling blood in his body slowly cooled down.

Only then did Cirdan and the wizard heave a sigh of relief. They heard the giant's drum-like heartbeat begin to slow down, and the dangerous aura faded away.

Thorin took it all into his eyes.

He looked at the burly and majestic giant who was taller than the tallest dwarf even if he was sitting, and looked at his terrifying golden vertical pupils in amazement.

The anxiety and fear in my heart became more and more serious.

The dwarf prince whispered something to Du Valin next to him, and looked this way from time to time, looking preoccupied.

Cirdan and Gandalf looked at each other with a helpless expression that only they could understand.

The dragonborn, who didn't know that he had caused a big trouble to the master of Gray Harbor and the wizard, looked uninterestedly at the lively scene of the dwarves who saw Gandalf no longer performing his magic tricks, muttering and shouting loudly , I don’t know what I’m thinking silently.

later.

As the sky gradually deepened, the stars in the sky lit up again.

The hospitable and rude clamor of the dwarves was gone.

The elves and some of the dwarves reunited in the Hall of the Dead, which is located north of Gray Haven, near the side of the Blue Mountain.

Here, nearly 2000 elves will leave their beloved Arda forever, leave this thick land, and go to the Mandos Hall on the eternal Aman Island to reunite with their old relatives and friends. Bliss forever, until the end of time.

There are even Aminas and Eleven who stabbed and killed the wolf king Fenrir.

Under the soft moonlight, his/their quiet and serene faces in the past revealed a holy radiance.Just like when he/they were still alive.

Perhaps death is a relief for the elves who are forever bound to Arda, the land of eternal stars.

At least they no longer need to shoulder the responsibility of this heavy land, no longer need to endure the sharpness of wind, frost, rain and dew, and no longer need to endure hunger, thirst and war;

Just let go of your heavy burdens in the eternal halls of Mandos, sing songs with old relatives and loved ones, and watch the sun rise and set.

But for the living people and elves, isn't this a kind of deep and unspeakable sadness?
The dead are gone forever, and what is left to the living is only the memories and sorrows of the past.

The cycle of life stops abruptly at this moment.

Who should I tell this boundless pain and sorrow to?

The elves, including Cirdan, all hid their sad and mournful faces in shadow with broad hoods, from outsiders to see.

They lit a kind of white fluorite that can still emit a faint light in a dark room. The hazy moonlight shone on the face of the deceased, more or less bringing a bit of gloom to the already weird atmosphere.

"Are we sure we want to do this?"

Because the dwarves also died more than 500 people in this war, in order to thank the allies who came to rescue from a long distance, the elves specially passed a grace that has never been open to outsiders.

The elves allow the dwarves who died in battle to be buried together in the elves' tombs of the dead or missing people over the past ten thousand years to show their gratitude.

Thorin agreed to the request after consulting with the other dwarves.

Because the ancestral home of the dwarves is too far away, it is not a bad thing for the dwarves to be buried in the ground with the noble race of the elves and enjoy the honor after death.

That's why the dwarves appeared in the farewell ceremony of the dead elves.

And Nori, Ori, and Groin are one of the few dwarves who can participate in and watch the ancient and sacred ritual of the elves.

"The atmosphere of the pointed-eared elves made me a little scared. I felt like I fell into a bottomless pit. It was cold, frightening, and hard to breathe."

That's what blond Ori told his brother Nori.

"Shut up, dwarf!"

Also watching is the wizard Gandalf.

Yes, you can always see these annoying guys in all kinds of suitable and inappropriate places, as if there is nothing in this world that they are not involved in.

"This ritual of the elves can be traced back to the era of the first era. It is a very sacred and ancient ceremony that has never been seen by outsiders! Now you have this blessing, yes, I call it a blessing! You can personally Isn’t it a blessing to experience the sacredness and antiquity of this ceremony? You must know that when the elves perform this ceremony, the great master of souls will even leave his hall and go to the port of Okolongdi to welcome his return The spirit of the elf! So shut up, listen, watch, and be a good dwarf."

Ori, Nori, and Groin were all frightened by the wizard's menacing shout, and they all covered their mouths with their hands to prevent their tongues swollen by tonight's alcohol from lying again.

The small episode in the corner subsided quickly, and not even a single wave was set off.

For tonight all hearts are destined to be overwhelmed with pain and sorrow.

The moon shines high and the stars shine.

In the silent gray harbor, the elves began to sing a very sad ballad.

The song is full of memory for the dead;

Awe of fate.

This song, even the most stubborn dwarves will be moved when they hear it, and put down their axes and hammers;
Even the bravest of men will bow their noble heads.

The birds will linger when they hear it, the trees will be sad when they hear it, and the mountains, rivers and seas will pause the storm and roar after hearing it.

Because they know that Iluvita's most beloved firstborn children will leave this land blessed by Vera and Yiru forever, and they will never meet again until the end of the world and the beginning of a new era.

Dragon Bourne quietly looked at the quiet and beautiful face of the female elf, and remained silent.

He raised his head, and a trace of anger called revenge flashed in his golden vertical pupils.

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