Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 29 Secret Meeting and Dream Warning

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Gray Harbor.

After finishing the farewell ceremony for the deceased, the master of Gray Harbor and the wizard invited Sorin, his cousin Duvalin, and the black-haired dragon descendant to the Luohua (government affairs) hall.

Here, Dragon Bourne met the elf Galdor.He has not taken off his armor, and his spirit has not diminished, like a statue, standing quietly in the bright moonlight.

"Gentlemen, the reason why you are called here is because the next thing has something to do with everyone."

Gandalf the Gray was apparently the convener and host of the meeting.

He looked at the elves and dwarves and spoke in the Common Tongue.

"We all know that many of us have died today in this conspiratorial, horrific war."

"Here, I would like to thank our Mr. Thorin and Mr. Duvalin. It was their heroic and fearless battles. The northern elves were able to survive due to the selfless assistance of the dwarves! Lord Cirdan has already kept this in mind. It is determined The agreement must be kept."

As he spoke, he looked at the master of Gray Harbor.

And Cirdan seems to have already communicated with Gandalf.

He nodded, indicating that the wizard was right.

This made Sorin and Duvalin, who had been thinking about the contract matter in their minds, suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

The two whispered something to each other, and then nodded to Gandalf and Cirdan tacitly.

Watching them playing riddles here, Dragon Bourne looked bored.

He didn't understand why the wizard and the master of Grayhaven had called him here.

I can't speak Elvish well now, but the wizard and the dwarves are talking in the common language all the time. That is to say, most of the time, Dragon Bourne is just a wooden doll, staring at the elves in a daze. There was a penny-pinching comparison with the dwarves for sending troops there.

What, how do you say he knew they were talking about money?
Come on, what could make men lose their faces more than this bright yellow and white bauble?

At the beginning, Dragon Bourne watched with great interest the wizards, dwarves, and elves chatting about money. Soon, he turned away bored.

He began to wonder why on earth the wizard had called him here, too.

When the Dragonborn's eyes fell on the elf knight who seemed to have just come down from the battlefield, he was thoughtful.

As if sensing the dragonborn's gaze, Galdo nodded politely to him.

Oh?
Dragon Bourne was a little surprised and sat up straight.

Finally, I don't know how long it took.

The elves and dwarves finally negotiated the price—anyway, Dragon Bourne saw the most satisfied smiles on the faces of the two dwarves since tonight.

As for the elves.

The expression of the master of Gray Harbor on the main seat is still so peaceful, the smile on the corner of his mouth has not even changed slightly, the degree of bleeding is probably acceptable.

The Dragonborn thought very rudely.

The pimp... ah no, it's Gandalf the wizard.At this moment, he finally remembered that there was a dragonborn beside him who was so bored that he began to count the patterns on the smooth marble floor of the elves. He took down the bong he was holding, coughed twice, and skipped the topic of the meeting to the next one.

"If neither side has an opinion, then I think we can move on to the next topic."

This time, the gray-robed wizard switched to Sindarin. He said: "Half-orcs will not launch a massive war for no reason, they don't have the guts!"

"During this war, I even saw the black orcs of Mordor. Most of them were wiped out by the dwarven cavalry and guards, but a large part of them survived and slipped away from the battlefield. And their commander, Azog the Pale Orc."

"Not to mention ancient things like Balrog and Demon Wolf King, Azog can't command demons of this level, he doesn't have this ability!"

The gray-haired old wizard's stooped figure suddenly became taller, and his eyes became bright and majestic.

"Even his master, the one-time Lord of Darkness! Yes, you all know who I am talking about! Sauron, Lord of Barad-dur, Dark Lord, vile master of treachery, a free and good man in Middle-earth The enemy of the good race, the person who does not mention his name, etc. In short, you can use many shameless and obscene terms to call him, it is fine! But we must admit one thing!"

He said.

"Sauron has great power, very evil and terrifying power! But even so, evil people like the Balrog and the Demon Wolf King are not something he can use!"

Dragon Bourne thought about it for a long time before he understood what the wizard was talking about.

Among them, the word Sauron seemed to have magical powers. Although he was sure that this was the first time he heard this word, he seemed to see a huge black shadow clearly at that moment.

An evil shadow that seems to devour everything.

"So, Mister Wizard, what on earth are you summoning us for?"

He frowned and said hummingly.

Thorin looked at the Dragonborn in amazement.This was almost the first time they heard him speak since they met.

The tall body of the dragonborn just sat there quietly, still giving people a sense of oppression that cannot be ignored. In addition, when he was talking, half of his face escaped into the shadows, giving people a feeling that the king is looking at him. The strong sense of sight of the subjects giving orders.

The dwarves looked at each other with weird expressions.

They began to whisper again.

Soon, the dwarf prince and his cousin also spoke: "Yes, Gandalf, if you have something to say, you may as well speak up. Although the patience of the dwarves is good, they don't want to waste their energy trying to solve riddles with the wizard. This is a very stupid thing." , is dumber than wrestling an arm with a troll."

The Dwarves spoke this in the Common Tongue.

They have been estranged from the elves for too long, so long that they have basically forgotten the language of the elves.

Thorin and the others can only understand some simple elven languages ​​(Sindarin) now, and they can't understand the more complicated Noldor and Faraz languages ​​at all.

As for ancient languages ​​such as Quenya, the dwarves may only be able to find traces of such characters and languages ​​in ancient documents.

But alas, dwarves have never been a race known for their knowledge.

Therefore, when talking, Thorin is more accustomed to using Common Tongue and Dwarven Tongue.

"The war is over, what else matters?"

The dwarf prince frowned, and looked at Galdor the elf who was silent from beginning to end. Sorin smelled the smell of war in him, which was the smell of iron and blood.

"You speak of unwarranted conjectures, Gandalf."

Thorin Oakenshield's expression became a little impatient and a little disapproving.

He said.

"The Lord of Darkness has long since been wiped out, and there are only broken tiles left in the phantom in the east. You wizards will only talk loudly with thunder and rain, and scare the ignorant countrymen with the shadow of the past."

"Maybe half-orcs are just out to do evil? That beast of Azog has a lot of power in itself. The army of the orc lair is a commander of evil forces. Is it any wonder that he wants to reconquer the world for his gloomy, terrifying, evil master? Evil never retreats, it just lurks! This is the proverb of our dwarves ..."

The front was fine, but when it came to the back, the dwarf prince was extremely indignant and excited about letting the pale orc go that day.

He growled loudly.

Walking around angrily.

A raging rage blazed from his short but strong body.

Gandalf and Cirdan were troubled by this.

They are worried, in today's difficult times when the light is fading and the darkness is coming back, Thorin Oakenshield, who represents the leader of one side, has such an erratic personality, irritable and irritable, how can this be reassuring?
Thinking of this, the eyes of the wizard and the owner of Gray Harbor couldn't help but fall on the Dragonborn who was watching a show.

Dragon Bourne was keenly aware of this, and he shrank a little uneasy, always feeling that he would be betrayed by these two old and cunning guys.

at the same time.

Eaton Moor.

Thirty leagues from Dusk Hills, and somewhere fifty leagues from Fornoster's North Hill.

Arathon and his tribe were chasing and killing a group of lone orcs.

The heroic Hal Barad took the lead, stringing a fleeing orc into a gourd with a spear in his hand, then drew his sword and chopped off the head of another panicked orc.

By the time he rode his horse back, the others had already dealt with the remaining half-orcs.

"A total of 22 orcs were killed, none of them escaped."

A knight on a tall horse reported the results of the battle to Arathorn, who nodded and put away the sword.

They were the Men of Dúnedain, descendants of the Númenóreans of the West, and the remnants of the kingdoms of Arnor and Athedan in the north.

The blood of the ancestors flows through them, and the Dúnedain people live a long life. They are tall and handsome, with excellent vision and noble etiquette. They are much more noble and elegant than ordinary humans.

Arazon is the leader of these people. In 2930, he succeeded the No.15 patriarch of the Dúnedain. He is 58 years old this year, but his appearance is still as young as a youth, his eyes are sharp, and he has his own majesty.

Arathorn dismounted from his horse, walked to the burning fire of this group of orcs, looked through it, and found that it was a group of deserters who had been defeated.

Their food is rats, earthworms, and maggot-infested bread, which is disgusting and disgusting.

"Is this the first batch of fleeing orcs we have encountered?"

Arathorn threw away the rubbish in his hands, and looked further west and south, where, across the Dusk Lake and the capped Dusk Hills, was the port of the elves, Myslond.

Hal Barad also came, Arathorn's second-in-command, a younger but valiant warrior.

"It's already the third batch. The first two batches were just annihilated by us four hours ago." The young ranger said, "They were in a hurry and panicked. Whenever there was a sign of trouble, they would disperse like frightened mice. .”

Arathorn's sharp eyes looked around, and he recognized that everyone had almost reached Annuminas by the Lake of Dusk.

That was the old capital of the kingdom of Arnor, one of the first homes of all Dúnedain.

"The half-orcs fled from the west, as if they had gone through a great war, and all their weapons and armor were lost, leaving only worn-out robes and stinking food."

Arathon's sharp eyes seemed to see the holy white port through a long distance, where the banner of the elves has gone through wars and years, and is still the hope of the land of Middle Continent.

And countless half-orcs flocked to this holy city like a tide, ready to extinguish the light of hope in the land of Central Continent.

During this period of time, the ranger who has been searching for the cause of the disturbance in the north in the vast wilderness withdrew his eyes and said worriedly: "Let's rest for one night and continue on our way tomorrow."

Although Arathorn was very anxious, he wanted to rush to the city that represented the last hope of all the good people in the Central Continent as soon as possible.

But during this time, Arathorn and his people ran too long on the wilderness.

There were still three fights tonight, and the soldiers were tired and thirsty, and desperately needed rest and food, so Arathon finally ordered everyone to rest here for a few hours, and rushed to Myskrond at dawn.

The human rangers cleaned up the battlefield one after another and rested without mentioning it.

midnight.

Arathon had a dream.

In the dream, a stalwart figure uttered a deafening cry under Yarien's light, and pointed his sword at a certain terrifying fortress!

And behind him, the army of elves, dwarves, and humans was like a forest with spears and banners flying.

They are striding neatly, imposingly, like marching north!

Arathorn even saw a Dúnedain banner with the crown of seven stars inside.

In the distance, the holy white city wall of Myslond exudes a sacred light under the golden morning light.

Then, Arathon woke up instantly.

The blood left by the ancient ancestors made Arazon understand that this is a wake-up call for the future.Isildur's blood has the ability to foresee.

"Hal Ballard!"

Alasson, who was in doubt, called loudly to his loyal clansmen.

Hal Barad, who even slept next to the sword, jumped up, there was no trace of sleepiness in his shining eyes.

"Yes, my lord."

"Isildur's crown has fallen into the dust, please don't mention the word king, now I am just a companion among you, you have no obligation to me, and I will not claim any kingship, my friend , don't forget this!"

Arathorn corrected him, and said quickly: "But I still have an order for you, my friend. Please gather as many people as you can, and bring them to Myslond! Remember, if within two days, You can't gather enough people, and you can't get to the elves' port in time, so please bring them here and wait for me!"

Hal Barad was very surprised, and did not understand what the King of all the Dúnedain had foreseen, but he said: "Is it all of them, Lord Arathorn."

Arathon began to tie the sword on his body, he said while arranging his equipment.

"You heard me right, everyone! Well, everyone heard it, time waits for no one, and a glorious war awaits us! Hurry up, there is no time for us to waste here, act, let Let's go right away!"

Under the dim night, the vigilant rangers had already got up one after another, sorting out their equipment and horses.

Hal Ballad, who received the order, did not dare to delay, and was the first to mount his horse, and ran out like an arrow.

Soon, Arathon led the group of northern rangers and disappeared into the night.

A group of 15 of them quickly crossed the Dusk Lake and galloped towards the elven port of Mythrond.

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