Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 36 Annuminas (recommendation, collection)

Bilbo Baggins.

The first person who ever had, but finally chose to give up the One Ring of his own will.

A mortal man greater than many heroes.

However, when he was young, he met someone who was involved in his fate. Under the circumstances, it is hard not to say that this is the arrangement of fate.

Iluvita, oh Iluvita.

Holy and omniscient, what is your arrangement for me?

Looking at the little hobbit who was obviously frightened, but his eyes still kept rolling around, Dragon Bourne felt like he was in the waves of fate.

"Gandalf, do you know him?"

On the surface, the Dragonborn pretended not to recognize the little guy in front of him.

At this time, the gray-robed wizard who was riding a big horse and smoking a cigarette jumped off the horse, so flexible that he was not an old man with white beard and hair.

He bowed slightly to the kings before he pulled the troubled little hobbit past him and said, "He's only a little Parian. His name is Bilbo, Bilbo Baggins, one of the Baggins of Bag End, Hobbiton. They have never been out of their cozy nests in their lives, and now they come here, alarming the prince of the dwarves and the leader of the Dúnedain and the silver king, but It's the genes of the stupid and reckless Tookers, don't blame him, just let him go! I promise, he's not some spy! Our enemies haven't gotten supernatural - or depraved enough to let an insignificant What kind of spies are the Perrians..."

"So he's a snitch?"

Fenner said very sharply.

The gray-robed wizard was choked up, his eyes flickering, "I'm not sure about this, maybe it is, maybe it's not, but it's a fact that the hobbit's footsteps are light like feathers."

Bilbo Baggins could not help saying, hearing his reputation insulted, "No, no, no, I said, I'm not a snitch, never was, I'm not, and never will be! Bag End never There have been snitches!"

At this time, Bilbo Baggins still failed to remember the wandering wizard Gandalf who liked to set off wizard fireworks back and forth in early spring and late autumn.

After all, in his opinion, the crazy Gandalf and the majestic king-like man in front of him did not coincide at all.

Dragon Bourne found that Bilbo Baggins spoke Elvish (Sindarin), so he couldn't help saying: "Who knows the future? Bilbo Baggins of Bag End. "

Perhaps because he was intimidated by the majestic and cold golden vertical pupils of the Dragonborn, Bilbo Baggins' face froze, and he dared not argue further.

but.

"Let him go."

Unexpectedly, the silver and white knight who was more majestic than the legendary kings said on the holy and tall horse: "Since our wizard is willing to vouch for him, or we don't need to embarrass such a poor little guy, Our difficulties lie ahead, not beneath our feet."

Thanks to the light of Valinor, everyone understood the majestic 'judgment' spoken by the Dragonborn.

Sorin and Arathon nodded their heads.

They have no interest in a puny, insignificant halfling.

If it wasn't for this guy's daring to spy on the march of the army, I'm afraid the dwarf prince and the leader of the Dúnedain would have walked over directly ignoring it.

The gray-robed wizard bowed gratefully.

He kicked the still dazed little hobbit.

Unexpectedly, Bilbo Baggins, who didn't expect things to change like this, bent down hastily.

"Thank you! Thank you Holy King for your kindness!"

In Bilbo's mind, he had already regarded the Dragonborn as a majestic king.He said gratefully: "Although I don't think the hobbits have committed any great crimes, it is really wrong to offend the king and their companions, and when the elves grabbed my collar, they made my neck so hard." It hurts! But I am still willing to be grateful for this judgment for 100 years! You saved my life, revered, holy, silver king riding on the legendary Holy Spirit, may Nina's mercy shine on you forever head."

Finner glared at him, threatening him.

"Baggins from Bag End seems to have forgotten that he's still in the hands of the elves."

Bilbo Baggins stopped abruptly, and his eyes watered again in horror.

Seeing that pitiful look, the elves and Dragon Bourne couldn't help grinning.

"Dear Ms. Fenner."

Arathorn couldn't help but speak. This was his first sentence today. The king's voice was cold and dry, just like the cold wind that has never changed in the Eden Wasteland for thousands of years.

But what he said was so gentle.

"I think this Bilbo Baggins of the Shire is well aware of his fault, and that the Silver King has pronounced his sentence and pardoned his insolence, and noble lady of the elf, why not raise your hand and spare a Stupid gossip of the insignificant little fellow."

Then the leader of the Dúnedain advised the young hobbit thus: "When you face a group of people nobler than yourself, be in awe! Know that the sword is always stronger than the mouth, and don't let your cunning Tongue cost you your life, Bilbo Baggins, the Hobbit of the Shire."

This was a very kind and philosophical persuasion. The young Bilbo Baggins only felt that the words he heard in his life were not as philosophical as the remarks made by the tall and handsome knight in front of him.

Yes, a sword is always stronger than a mouth.

I am just a poor, weak hobbit, eating, drinking, and taking care of the crops in the field are the strengths of our hobbits. Why do we have to be brave and argue with people with weapons in our hands?

Bilbo Baggins woke up like a dream, he bowed deeply to Arathorn, and he became much calmer in the following years.

As expected, the rangers led by Fenna released the nearly terrified Perrian as promised.

Looking at the little embarrassed figure who fled into the grain forest one by one.

The black-haired dragonborn and the wizard were thoughtful at the same time.

But it's always just a sideshow.Soon, everyone's attention returned to the original question.

But this time Dragon Bourne obviously has an idea.

he said to Arathon.

"Your wisdom is like the stars in the sky. Although it is hidden deep inside, it can't hide its dazzling light. You also know the problems of wizards and dwarves. Then, your wisdom is like Arathorn. What can you teach me?"

Because of the light of Valinor on Nahal, the voice of the dragonborn directly reached everyone's minds.

I heard that the Silver King asked for his opinion.The human ranger, taciturn since joining the Northern Expedition, hastily bowed slightly.

He said.

"It's not that I refuse to use my shallow wisdom and experience to help the Silver King, but that the dwarf prince and wizard's suggestions have been very thorough. Whether you attack Anuminas or not, the advantages and disadvantages are clearly laid out. In front of the coalition forces. I have no better way to get the Silver King out of this predicament."

Hearing what Ranger said, Dragon Bourne couldn't help but flash a little disappointment.

Thorin grumbled, but said nothing.

Only the gray-robed wizard looked at him with a smile, as if he knew that he had something to say next.

really.

The human ranger paused for a moment before continuing.

"Though I have no better way to solve this problem. But the Dúnedain know a way out that leads directly to the great city that was once abandoned by the Númenóreans, without directly attacking its gates."

Oh.

Now even Sorin couldn't help looking at him in surprise.

Although this is not a complete solution to the problem at hand.But it has to be said that this is a solution.

Front and rear flanking, two-line attack.

A very simple, but very practical way.If when the coalition forces attacked the front gate of Anuminas, they sent out a unit to sneak attack the enemy's rear, the enemy would definitely not be able to take care of it, and when there was chaos, the coalition forces would most likely push down the tower.

Therefore, everyone turned their attention to the dragonborn sitting on Nahal's back.

Await his verdict.

Dragon Bourne thought for a moment, then said.

"I haven't seen that majestic ancient city with my own eyes, so I can't make up my mind all at once. How about letting me check it out myself?"

The Dragonborn's voice was majestic and sincere, with a persuasive power.

Therefore, the dwarves, wizards, and rangers all lowered their heads, expressing that they should do so.

"Then, so be it."

So said the black-haired dragonborn, and riding Nahar the Holy Spirit, he crossed the Balanduin like a ray of light, and galloped north to Annuminas.

Behind him came Gandalf the Grey, Thorin Oakenshield, Prince of the Dwarfs, and Arathorn the Dúnedain.

But even so, Nahal's speed was not comparable to their mounts, and soon, everyone lost track of the tall figure of the dragonborn.

At this moment, on the western avenue, groups of heavily armed elves and dwarves were marching in unison and rushing eastward.They crossed the Balanduin, turned north, and went toward Annuminas.

Because he had roughly known the location of this ancient city on the marching route map last night, Dragon Bourne identified the direction, and one man and one horse galloped towards a continuous mountain range in the north at an astonishing speed.

That was the southern mountains of the Dusk Hills.

Along the long mountain range to the northwest for more than 30 leagues, it is the area where Dragon Born and Nahal wiped out the foul blood of Ugoliant.

One person and one horse quickly arrived at the foot of this continuous low mountain range in the north.

Looking at this relatively low mountain range, Nahal's speed did not slow down, and he climbed the mountain like walking on flat ground. After a while, he rushed to the peak.

From movement to stillness, one person and one horse stand on the top of a mountain hundreds of meters away.

Under the light of the morning sun, Dragon Bourne only felt that his eyes suddenly became clear.

In the east, the distant hills are vivid on the paper.

It was a mountain range slightly smaller than the Dusk Hills.Presenting a northeast-southwest direction, at the southernmost tip of the hill lies Fornoster City, the former capital of the fallen Asedan Kingdom.

And this is the end of the North-South Highway.

The golden vertical pupils of the dragonborn even passed through the morning sun, and saw the dilapidated and gloomy broken walls of the old king's capital of the Asedan Kingdom.

Something evil is creeping through this eerie ancient city, and in it, Dragon Bourne sees a goofy cave troll.

To the south, a green and peaceful land lies on the banks of the Ballanduin.

That was the Shire, home of the Hobbits.

These hard-working, peaceful halflings keep their homes in order and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

Their gardens are almost the most beautiful except for the elves.

To the west Mystrond, holy white, shone holy in the morning light.

Shun Bay is sparkling, and the white sails of the elves are fluttering under the blowing of the ocean monsoon.

But when the dragonborn turned their eyes to the north, they saw nothing but desolation.

That was Eaton Moor.

Except for the sandstone and dead grass everywhere, Dragon Bourne failed to find even an oasis of hope in this place where life was rare.

It seems that all the good things come to an abrupt end here!

In addition to the Eton wasteland, which is close to the extreme north, and the desolate cold wind lasts for many years, the exiles from Erendil and the Númenoreans arrived in Middle Continent and established the Kingdom of Arnor in 3320 of the Second Era.

This land has been ravaged by endless wars.

Numenoreans, elves, half-orcs, ogres, wolves, hobbits, these races on the continent of Middle-earth have fought and shed blood on this land one after another.

After thousands of years, the once-prosperous Northern Territory, full of singing birds and flowers, and vegetation everywhere, has become almost devastated.

Finally, Annuminas, which had been the capital of the Númenoreans for hundreds of years, and later Fornoster declined and abandoned.

All the northern human kingdoms perished.

The power of the half-orcs in the north was wiped out, the halflings became independent, and the elves retreated to Gray Harbor and Rivendell.

The war in the northern border has just come to an end temporarily.

now.

The flames of war reignited.

What should this land reward the ambitious guy?
Dragon Bourne looked back from the north and fell on an abandoned, ancient city less than 1 league away from the mountain here.

This is a lakeside city built on a hillside.

The ancient Númenóreans adopted a Minas Tirith-like architectural style.They divided the city into a number of high and low districts.

Among them, even after years and wars, Dragon Bourne can still distinguish traces of trade markets, residential areas, pools, gardens, and other man-made facilities from its still standing ancient buildings and broken walls .

then.

In the very center of the city, a towering majestic round tower, almost half the height of the mountain he was standing on at the moment, exuded an indescribable beauty under the sunlight.

That was the seat of the king's power - the Chamber of Anu Elendil.

The kings of the ancient Numenoreans, even Elendil, had their offices here.

It was also the place where the Anuminas Hedron was placed, one of the three Palantirs of the Northern Kingdom.

——That is what we call the crystal ball of true knowledge.

Also placed here is the scepter of Anuminas, which originally belonged to Prince Anduini of Númenor and later became the symbol of Arno's royal power.

However, both the true knowledge crystal ball and the scepter have been lost.

Among them, the scepter of Annuminas, which represents the royal power, was collected by Elrond of Rivendell, and it will not be reappeared until the future emperor ascends the throne.

To the east of the city is the Road of the Kings—the cemetery of the kings of Arnor, including the tomb of Elendil, whose burial objects commemorate the founder of the city.

In addition, the magnificent city gates and tall city walls.

Sparkling twilight lake.

It can be said that even though it has been abandoned for many years, this once the largest city in the north still exudes indescribable beauty and a sense of history.

It sits quietly to the southeast of Lake Nenweau, next to the source of the Ballanduin.At sunrise and sunset, under the starlight, it tells the greatness and decline of western human beings to the passing travelers.

It's just that a large part of the once glorious holy city is now covered by river water, and evil minions are everywhere.

Those were the half-orcs who had been defeated so far after the offensive and defensive battle of Myslond.

These disgusting creatures are screaming and coming in and out of the ancient Númenórean buildings, or making noise, or fighting for food in pairs, until someone's head is chopped off, or the chest is cut off. Cut it apart, and this farce will stop.

This is a great creation worthy of admiration, it should not have fallen into this state!

On the top of the mountain, under the light of the morning sun, a strong thought surged in the black-haired dragonborn's heart.

As if aware of the agitated heart of the Dragonborn, Nahal raised its front hooves high and stood up!

In the magnificent Anuminas below, the disgusting and ugly half-orcs don't know it yet. On the mountaintop one mile away from them, a stalwart figure like a god looks at them expressionlessly, while the endless fire of destruction about to fall on them.

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