Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 33 Nahal's Might

Nahar is the mount of Orom the Valar.It was said that it was white by daylight, but silvery by night, and had gold for its hoofs.

In 1085 of the Era of the Two Trees, Oromy was riding east while hunting. He turned north along the shore of Helka and passed under the shadow of the "Oriental Mountains" Orokani.Suddenly, Nahal hissed and stopped.From this Oromy heard a distant singing, so Valar discovered the elves.

In 1105 of the Double Tree Era, Oromy rode Nahar and led the elves to the west.

In 1495 of the Era of the Two Trees, Melkor and Ugoliant destroyed the Two Sacred Trees, and great darkness descended on Valinor.Then the Valar pursued, and the earth trembled under the hoofs of the host of Oromë, and the sparks from the hooves of Nahar were the first light to return to Valinor.

The above are the relevant records of Nahar in the literature and poems of the elves. Leaving aside the modified parts, we can see that Nahar is definitely a blessed Holy Spirit.

Even, it might be a Maier.

Therefore, when the dragonborn appeared in front of the elves and dwarves riding Nahar, who was more than 2 meters tall at the shoulder and nearly 3 meters tall, the people including Thorin were completely shocked.

"Great Nahar, holy Nahar."

Cirdan lowered his high head and praised: "The elves have not seen your holiness for many ages, but today we can see the old Holy Spirit again! Great Nahar, why did you come, Where are you going? Do you still care about the gray sky and land of Central Continent?"

Under the sun, the whole body is snow-white, and the long mane of Nahar, who is as holy as silver, flutters wantonly in the morning wind.

It stopped in front of Cirdan and spoke out.

"Shipbuilder Cirdan, the elves are as tough as you, and Valinor is rare. Your achievements are seen by the Valar, and your hard work is remembered by the Valar. Wait, work hard, and wait until the end The Elves return from Middle-earth to Valinor once and for all, and your holy name shall be inscribed on the palace of Taniquetil Peak."

Cirdan was overjoyed, and Weiwei stepped back, feeling greatly encouraged in his heart.

Obviously, the Valars still haven't given up on the Central Continent, and the sacred and deep eyes of the mighty ones still care about this land and the people on this land.

It's just that the creed that sages don't live with ordinary people restrains them.

Because the gap between immortality and longevity will make people obsessed and crazy, this is a lesson learned by the whole Númenoreans. Completely separated from Arda and ascended into the outer ring sea.

The Western Holy Land is only open to immortal elves, and mortal races such as humans and dwarves are not allowed to enter Aman Continent.

Thorin looked at the dragonborn riding on Nahar with a complicated expression, and a feeling similar to Gandalf last night surged in his heart.

Mahal (Auli) lord, who the hell is he!
However, soon the gloom in the dwarf prince's heart was completely eliminated by the light from Valinor.

He lowered his haughty head to pay the highest homage to the sacred creature from the land of the undead.

It's just that the dwarves' culture doesn't praise horses, so they looked at Nahal in bewilderment, speechless.

Fili, Groin, Ori, and Nori all stared at this incomparably holy behemoth from afar in astonishment, reluctantly daring to come over.

Nahar is not as kind to the dwarves as he is to the elves. It just nodded at these Aoli creations in a very humane way, then threw off its strong horseshoes, and ran like a fly on the east bank of the Schoen River .

The morning sun shone on it, as if it had been coated with an extremely dazzling layer of holy light.

"Can't we start by running slowly?"

Dragon Bourne clenched the mane of this holy creature, lying on its back in a slightly disgraceful manner, his legs clamping its broad and powerful back.

The morning wind pierced his face like an arrow, and the things on both sides of the river bank flew past his eyes, so fast that only a shadow remained.

"The law of Arda binds me."

The voice of the holy Nahar was full of excitement. It has not walked on this land for many years. Nahar is also quite excited to set foot on this blessed land again and feel the wind and breath here.

It ran heartily, like a flash of white lightning, and the sound of rumbling hooves was like thunder in the sky.

"I will gradually integrate into this land."

it says.

The divine power from Valinor was affecting them, and the conversation between the Dragonborn and Nahar was going on in a very strange state, and Dragon Bourne could understand its words, and when he spoke, Nahal also directly understood what he meant.

"This is the law jointly formulated by Vera and the most holy Iluvita, and I cannot violate it. At that time, my strength and speed will be suppressed..."

"so."

One person and one horse passed through the vast Twilight Plain at an exaggerated speed, and entered the gloomy forest in the Twilight Hills 120 miles away from Gray Harbor.

"We need to clean up Ugoliant's dirty blood before that!"

It's just the buggy physique of Dragonborn, otherwise Dragon Bourne felt that even another elf might not be able to withstand Nahal's exaggerated speed.

His face was pale - blown by the wind, he was really not used to running fast on the back of such a huge monster - he straightened up and looked back.

The holy white city wall of Gray Harbor had long since disappeared into the sky, but in front of him was a strange mountain range that he had never reached before.

Here, the low but gloomy woods are sparse, moss-covered, sun-dappled, and the leaves and much of the undergrowth are unhealthily yellow and wilting, as if sick.

A dark force permeated the forest.

"us?"

Nahal dexterously jumped and ran on the path in the mountains, running in small steps, and the progress was surprisingly smooth, and the sound of hooves rang in the forest full of strange rocks.

"This secluded forest has been eroded by evil forces. They are greedily absorbing the vitality of this forest, without restraint, and never satisfied, just like their creator."

This holy creature carried Dragon Bourne on its back, marched and jumped, and came to a dark area.

Here, a mountain made of rocks stood abruptly in a relatively flat hilly area, surrounded by tall but sickly cedar forests, and Yarien's light could not penetrate here.

Shadows spread between the rocks and the woods, as if something was peeping in the darkness.

"I don't like it here."

Dragon Bourne clenched the silver hammer Gladios in his hand, and said with a frown.

"So we're going to clear it."

Nahal's golden horseshoe raised high and fell heavily, a trace of sparks burst out violently, and quickly took it as the center of the circle, turning into a flame and rolling outward.

As soon as the darkness in this forest, which was like thick ink, met the circle of flames in Nahar, it immediately sizzled like it was boiling.Then it collapsed in fear as if it was alive.

"come on!"

The brave and fearless Nahal said in a high voice: "Knights with the blood of the dragon, let us burn the darkness of this place with holy flames."

Dragon Bourne was stunned.

However, in the end he was still infected by the passionate fighting spirit of the Holy Spirit. The beautiful creature in front of him is so pure and holy. Creed, as it was before the endless ages.

Then, the dragonborn laughed loudly, and spewed out the scorching dragon flame.

fire!
Fierce fire!
In the darkness, an unknown number of horrible, disgusting monsters with multiple eyes screamed in horror, cursed, and fled towards the mountain in the middle of the forest rustling.

They were the same spider monsters that participated in the invasion of Mistrond (Grey Harbor) before, but left Azog at the critical moment.

It seems that these monsters have been lingering here since they fled in front of the battle that day.

In the end, it was still hard to escape the purification of the flames.

Behind them, Dragon Flame was crazily burning everything that could be burned. The originally dense, almost invisible darkness receded like a tide under the illumination of the raging flames and the dazzling light of Valinor.

The few spider monsters that were running slowly were burned to the ground, not even their bones remained.

In the end, nearly 14 to 5 spider monsters as big as buffaloes fled into the mountain peak in the middle of the forest in a panic and screaming.

One man and one horse ignored the blazing forest, neighed, and broke into this hell that had been swallowed up by darkness, where there was no living thing except corruption and death.

One of them is a knight with the blood of a dragon, and the other is a holy spirit with the light of Valinor. The flames and high temperature cannot affect them.

Soon, the two passed through the burning forest and came to the rocky peak in the middle.

"Master Hal."

Behind him was the forest purified by the flames and the light of Valinor. Dragon Bourne carried a heavy hammer, and his silver armor exuded a sacred light under the sunlight that finally set.

"What to do here?"

The rocks cannot be burned, and it seems that these spider monsters have dug out caves among the rocks (or they have already existed, but were discovered by them), and the inside is dark and gloomy, like a piece of paper. It opened its big, stinking mouth, devouring all creatures who dared to stray into it by mistake.

"I don't want to get into it, it's too disgusting."

The light of Valinor in Nahar's eyes was blazing, and it cried: "Then let us push them down, and let the rocks and earth cover them, and let their carcasses be buried in darkness forever, Never see the light of day again."

Dragon Bourne marveled at the spirit's warlike heart.

At this moment, he seemed to see that, endless years ago, the Holy Spirit was carrying another tall warrior who was also brave and good at fighting. They galloped across the vast land and fought fiercely against all kinds of evil creatures.

The warrior blew the horn that shook the sky, and countless monsters in the darkness fled following the sound.

They roared loudly and cheered victoriously, hunting recklessly on the land of Central Continent where only the stars were shining and the sun and moon were not seen.

Shaking his head, the fighting spirit in the Dragonborn's body was ignited, and the already boiling blood seemed to be on fire.

Soon.

A roar that resounded through the sky suddenly erupted in the depths of the dark hills that were rarely seen by people. The mountain trembled in this roar, and the woods were hunting in this roar. The remaining birds and animals ran out from the mountains and woods. run away.

bang.

Accompanied by a sharp neigh, the towering mountain collapsed.

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