Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 30 The Holy Oath
"Calm down, Thorin."

Gandalf looked away from the Dragonborn to the irascible dwarf prince, and he frowned.

"No one blames you for letting go of that beast of Azog. We all have a blood feud against him, but that's no reason to lose our minds. Be a good crown prince, Thorin Oakenshield, and don't let your mind run wild. Overshadowed by hatred! This is my advice and good words to you!"

The old wizard's voice was extremely loud, as if it came from the sky.

Du Valin jumped up and rushed to the prince, watching the wizard and his 'minions' warily.

Thorin was also stunned, the anger in his eyes suppressed.

"Mith Randil!"

Cirdan frowned and said softly.

Only then did Gandalf restrain his majesty and return to the appearance of an ordinary old man. He sighed and said to Sorin who had a gloomy expression but had calmed down: "Son of Thraine, did no one tell you to be careful, don't Do you want to be impulsive? In the not-too-distant future, the fate of you and the dwarves of Turin will undergo the most difficult and darkest test. Don’t let stubbornness and hatred cloud your heart, because it will make you irreparable.”

Hearing this terrible prophecy, Du Valin's expression changed, thinking that the wizard was cursing the prince and the dwarf.

He was furious, and was about to fight the wizard desperately, but was dissuaded by Thorin.

The dwarf prince who had calmed down was keenly aware that a strange feeling came to his heart as the wizard revealed his fate.

"Then I will accept it openly."

Thorin Oakenshield had a strange expression, with the fortitude and stubbornness of a lonely hero.

The loyal Du Valin immediately nodded with emotion.

Cirdan and the wizard sighed together.

"Then that's it!"

Gandalf's figure became stooped again, and a breath of ashes returned to him. "Fate will always fall on you, as it was determined when it was woven, and who can escape? Anyway, I can't."

The hall became silent, the topic of fate ended, and a heavy atmosphere weighed on everyone's hearts.

"But the world is always changing. Who can say that he must control his destiny?"

Cirdan's voice broke the heavy atmosphere of the secret meeting.

He looked at Gandalf.

The gray-robed wizard didn't speak, but the gray and defeated aura on his body did dissipate a lot.

The two exchanged eye contact tacitly, and then the master of Gray Harbor spoke.

"But today's topic is not a illusory fate, but a real war report. We have been sending people to track the traces of the orcs, and make sure that they have completely left our country before returning. Among them, we found The figure of the pale orc..."

Cirdan nodded to Galdo who stood watching the play for a long time, indicating that he could start.

The elf knight in uniform stepped forward immediately, and said calmly but with great grace: "We divided into several groups, starting from the north and the east, and drove the defeated half-orcs together. But because the dwarves came from the north, Not many half-orcs fled to the north. Most of them fled eastward from the battlefield, and then crossed the valley between the Dusk Hills and the Shire, or turned north, and fled into the deserted Annuminas, or continued Go east, into Dead Man's Causeway."

Here, Galdo paused, as if he had a bad impression of the place he was talking about.

"That's Fornoster."

He said.

"The capital of Asedan, the last kingdom of Western humans in the north, where elves and humans once fought a battle with the evil forces at that time, it is full of corpses and terrible shadows."

Hearing this familiar place name, Cirdan, who had personally experienced the war, couldn't help but also frowned.

Dragon Bourne listened quietly, no one knew what was going on in his heart at the moment.

Of course, it is also possible that he did not understand most of it.

Sorin and Du Valin couldn't help whispering to each other again when they heard the legendary ancient place names.

Soon, they came to the same judgment as the elves.

"Most of the half-orcs continued to flee north. They passed through the narrow plain and canyon between the Dusk Hills and Fornoster, and entered the Eton Wasteland. The direction is the largest stronghold of evil forces in the north - the ancient Angmar witch. Carndum of the kingdom."

"How many are there?"

The dwarf prince's heart has been occupied by the shadow of the evil dragon for too long. The loss of his homeland and the hatred of his clansmen made him prone to paranoid anger, but when he was calm, Thorin Oakenshield was indeed a qualified commander. A point no one can ignore.

Thorin, who had calmed down, immediately asked a question that everyone cared about.

Galdo, the elf knight who was in charge of tracking down these half-orc routs, immediately gave a number that made everyone frown.

This number is a bit beyond everyone's imagination.

"Too much."

Sorin's expression was very ugly. "I thought most of them were wiped out on the battlefield. When our cavalry charged, most of them fled."

He looked at Duvalin.

But Du Valin was also by Sorin's side at that time, and he didn't know anything about the subsequent battle, so he shook his head lightly.

But Gandalf's words explain this very well.

"When the cavalry of the elves and dwarves rushed in, the half-orcs were indeed routed, but their number was too large, and the cavalry couldn't wipe them out in one go. They just cut and defeated these guys, and really gave the half-orcs a lot. Those who were killed were the dwarf guards."

Speaking of this, the wizard looked at the dwarf prince again.

"But the Dwarf Guard soon fell into a huge chaos, causing a large part of the half-orcs to successfully escape from the battlefield, and this is what we have to worry about."

He said.

"At least 1 half-orcs have fled back to their lair in the north. This is not a weak force. The terrain of Carndum determines that the half-orcs can sweep from the north to the south at any time, destroying everything in front of them. Civilized country, just like they destroyed the Kingdom of Cardolan, Rudol and Atheldan. Or they can completely hold on to the former fortress of Carndum and threaten the huge northern border. Yes, this is not the case. It is not difficult to infer, because Azog, a master strategist, has the vision to see this point. Moreover, there is a senior in front of him to guide him."

The wizard was worried, his eyes were full of anxiety, and the wrinkles on his face contained worries about the future of the Central Continent.

"In addition, the sky of the Misty Mountains has been occupied by shadows for a longer and longer time. I am worried that if this threat cannot be eliminated in time, a larger and more dangerous black tide will be triggered in the future."

He spoke the real subject of this secret meeting tonight.

"So I hope that the dwarves and the elves can catch them by surprise before the beast Azog has a firm foothold in Carndum, and eliminate the half-orc forces in the north!"

Hearing the hole card shown by the wizard, Thorin Oakenshield blurted out.

"This is impossible."

He frowned, a look of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"Our loss is not small. Many dwarves' bodies and minds have been eroded by the shadow of Turin's nemesis. These dwarves will no longer be able to go to the battlefield. They can only look after the horned sheep and do some farm work. In addition, those who have already gone to the hall of ancestors, We have already lost at least a quarter of our combat power! This is the worst for the Turin dwarves whose homes have been taken away and displaced!"

Thorin Oakenshield looked coldly at the wizards and elves present, the king's cunning and cold blood were perfectly combined at this moment.

"Everyone in Central Continent needs to fight for their own destiny! Wizard, the dwarves are worthy of the price you paid. We helped the elves repel the enemy, but the blood of the dwarves is not endless. Please forgive me for rejecting this offer." offer!"

"Thorin."

"No, I said it, the dwarves refuse to send troops again to pay for your so-called "plan"!This is crazy, an expedition?Is this your reward for the Turin dwarves who saved the northern elves?Let more dwarves die?Wizard, your heart is beyond imagination! "

The dwarves' refusal was sudden but appropriate, even a little out of words.

But no way, this is a dwarf.

Perhaps they are brave, resolute, and informal, but it has to be said that foresight has never been the nature and strength of this race.

What the world sees more is their stubbornness, arrogance, and arrogance.

No, seeing the dwarf prince and his cousin start a new round of bombing, Cirdan and Gandalf couldn't help but have a headache again.

"So, what can I do?"

A voice interrupted the noisy venue.

It's Dragon Bourne.

He stood up, his tall body even covered a small shadow.

The golden vertical pupils are so shining in the dim elf hall, like two jewels.

"If a person dies like a hero, then he/she should be honored!
If we are alive, it is a gift from heroes, then we should pick up the unfinished business of heroes, so that it will never go out!

This is a tribute to heroes and a test of our own beliefs.

Now, I will follow my heart and make a sacred oath.

As long as I don't cut off the pale orc's head, my revenge will never stop!
Because, this is the last thing I can do for Eleven, for all the northern elves who died today. "

No one knew why Dragon Bourne, who had been taciturn after last night's battle, suddenly uttered such a long sentence, a sentence whose grammar was messed up.

But when he said that oath with a calm expression and firm eyes, everyone understood the meaning inside.

Because this is the cry from the soul, the confession of the heart, witnessed by Vera and Iluvita, and has inexplicable magic power.

"Okriam!"

Cirdan's expression was extremely shocked, because he knew that in Arda, once a sacred oath was made, it must be recognized by fate.

In other words, once the oath is made, it will haunt you forever, it will become a shackle that binds you, oppresses you, and drives you until you fulfill the destiny contained in this oath.

Among them, the most famous is the oath made by Feanor and his seven sons, which is bound to take back the Silmarillion.

Gandalf was also extremely surprised.

Because when the black-haired dragonborn blurted out the very famous "oath" in the future, the wizard immediately felt an extremely sacred and dazzling aura.

Some Valar, he thought, cast His holy gaze.

Bear witness to the oath of the Dragonborn.

Therefore, the gray-robed wizard deeply lowered his white-haired head to show respect.

The elf Galdo was even more unbearable. The moment the black-haired dragonborn made his oath, he knelt down on one knee.

This is the behavior of a hero.

he thinks.

I should follow.

Thorin Oakenshield opened his mouth wide, as if he couldn't believe that a "terrible" oath was witnessed and engraved in front of him.

A strong impulse caused him to blurt it out.

"No, Azog's head is mine. I won't allow you to chop off his head before me! Ah, I mean, we will avenge the dwarves ourselves!"

Perhaps moved by the holy brilliance brought by this sacred oath, the dwarf prince was a little embarrassed and a little ashamed of his cowardice.

Because he never dared to make such a firm oath, even for revenge.

So, under the witness of elves and wizards, Thorin Oakenshield lowered his proud head for the first time.

He said.

"I am willing to fight for you, the executor of the oath!"

The dwarf prince touched his chest with one hand sincerely, and made a decision that surprised even Duvalin: "The dwarf will send troops, just because the hero's cause has never been stopped."

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