Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 61 Thurlabs (recommended monthly pass for collection)

Third Age 2933, the first weekend of March.

Serebes.

Three times a year in Gray Harbor, the three-day festivities began.

In fact, business travelers from the Shire, humans from the north, and Rohan from the south had already arrived in Gray Harbor several days ago, occupying the stalls of previous years or coming to the newly added area, looking forward to the arrival of this day.

They either brought a cart full of vegetables, fruits and food, or a variety of barrels of wine, or brought valuable tall and strong horses, and so on.

Even, dwarves were seen in it.

These reckless and enthusiastic fellows with felt hats, long beards and axes or warhammers pinned to their waists arrived at the port of the elves almost a week ago, and they will spend the time here in their pockets. until the gold coins are completely spent.

Ah, yes, they are the people of Sorin who came from Blue Mountain.

Following the Battle of Myslond, the Northern Expedition, the Battle of Dol Gurdur, and the Battle of Morannon two years ago, the relationship between dwarves and elves has finally eased after many epochs.

In addition, the owner of Gray Harbor was very generous and paid a large sum of money to the Turin dwarves.As a result, the dwarves who had loosened their hands often ran to Myslond, the largest and most sacred port of the elves in the north.

Compared with the beautiful and abundant homeland of the elves, the old land of the Blue Mountain, which was abandoned by the ancient dwarves, is not more attractive than the place that everyone knows.

Among them, Dory, Norrie, Ori, Bofur, Beaver, Groin, Fili and later Kili came the most diligently.

The elves entertained these guests very attentively, but the dwarves did not miss their own "additional meals".

Moreover, even the dwarves would be willing to bow down to some elves' creations, so the gold coins in the hands of the dwarves would flow into the hands of others again.

Soon Thorin realized this, and he almost jumped up in exasperation.Thorin summoned the dwarves to scold them and told them not to go to the port of the elves.

But how can this kind of thing be banned.

It was just restrained for a while, and after that, the dwarves reverted to their old ways.

after all.

Eating, drinking, playing around, and loving forging and digging deep into the mountains to make holes are all in the nature of dwarves. You can't stop them from releasing their nature.

Moreover, the dwarves have been suffocated in the valley of the Blue Mountain for so many years, and they have long since suffocated.

Now the North was much safer after the war two years ago, and the dwarves had time to roam and take risks that not even Thorin could stop.

However, Thorin soon came up with a countermeasure.

Since the dwarves can't be prevented from going out to take risks and wandering, then the dwarves should also join this increasingly grand trade activity and come to the head office.

After all, both dwarf and elf creations can be said to be the pinnacle works of craftsmen in the Central Continent, and they are bright for a while.Humans and other races have little resistance to the exquisite items forged by their artisans.

In fact, when the items carefully forged by dwarf craftsmen appeared in Celebes, the festival of the elves, which was originally opened only to meet the lack of food every year, instantly became more lively.

In just two years.

The Linton Kingdom in the north has returned to the eyes of the world, bustling and prosperous, just like in the last era, when the High King Jill Gallard was still in power.

But none of this is why Serebes is so buzzing this year.

Everyone is rumored that the King of the North, the Silver King, and the Lord of Anuminas will be present at the Celebes celebration.That's why everyone is so excited this year.

At that time, all the battles and legends, including the First War of Light, had already spread among the various races in the Central Continent.

Almost everyone is talking about the name of the dragonborn, talking about the epic battle between light and dark.

Everyone wants to witness the legendary hero.

Fallen Hall.

In front of the familiar high platform.

Cirdan is still so imposing and dignified, his beard is almost one of the most peculiar scenery in Central Continent. "They're all talking about you," he said, smiling.

Time flies, two years in a flash.

It has been two years since the coalition forces under the leadership of Turka held a rehearsal before a decisive battle with the dark forces in Middle-earth two years ago, and led some of the freed slaves back to the north.

In the past two years, Turka Arakano has exhausted his mind to govern Anuminas, the ancient capital of the ancestors of mankind.

At the beginning, Turka invited some Dunedan people headed by Arathorn to join the newborn Anuminas, and handed over part of the power to Arathorn, letting him be in charge of specific things inside and outside the city.

Out of protection and respect for the spirits of his ancestors, Arazon finally agreed.

At the same time, because of the dragonborn and Fenner, the northern elves also began to appear in places other than Linton Kingdom.Among them, the elf Galdo was the first group of elves to live in Annuminas.

He and Arathorn formed a deep friendship during this expedition, and out of love for the Silver King, Galdo chose to live in a human city.

One of him and Arazon was in charge of people's livelihood and the other was in charge of the military, almost becoming one of Turka's most important helpers.

In addition, the dwarves from Lanshan came to the door from time to time.

As a result, the ancient city on the shore of Lake Nengwei began to slowly regain its vitality.Although revival is still far away, everything is starting to be on the right track.

In addition, in the past two years, Turka has not done nothing.

He first went alone to exterminate the ghosts entrenched in Fornoster, and then together with Galdo and the others swept the wild robbers and wild beasts from time to time, making the night in the north safer.

Gradually, the name of the Silver King became more famous.

But apart from the residents of Anuminas, few people from all the northern races had actually seen the appearance of Turka Arakano, so there were more legends about the dragonborn in the north at that time.

The most unreliable of these came from the troublemakers of the Shire and Bree.

People there are rumors: the silver king is a troll!With a green face and fangs, she is eight feet tall!Under the crotch is also riding a monster like a mountain, which can breathe fire.

As a result, people who listen to the story are often scared away before the words are finished.

But the more novel the story is, the more market it has. Slowly, the audience of this unreliable rumor is not small.

I just don't know if they will be frightened when they really see the dragonborn and the fire-breathing monster they are talking about.

"Rumours are timeless, my lord." Turka, whose Sindarin language was as fluent as an elf, said, "Soon they will have something new to talk about."

In two years, many things have changed, one of which is that Turka's hair has become longer.

The original short hair had already grown to the shoulders, black and bright like silk.It was tied with a forehead crown made of mithril, and it was tied up with a braid according to the custom of the time.

At the same time, he was wearing a robe woven with light blue silk and mithril thread, with exquisite designs embroidered with gold thread, and an emerald green gem pinned to the neckline.

The eyes are like amber, shimmering in the sun.

Majestic and charming.

"I doubt it." Cirdan moved away from his jewel-like vertical pupils, and said a philosophical proverb: "A rumor is like fine wine, the longer it lasts, the better it will be."

Turka sighed: "Yes yes, it's funny."

Cirdan laughed very happily.

However, Cirdan stopped laughing soon, and asked, "Have you made up your mind yet?"

"Yes, it is long overdue, and I am almost late. I made an appointment with Legolas in Dagorad, before the third day of falling leaves, to see the scenery of the Great Green Forest; Geer said that he would go to the hometown of hussars to see the grassland there, but he didn't make it. The trifles of Annuminas delayed my energy too much. I haven't experienced the beauty of this world yet, but I feel I have worked hard all my life." Turka frowned, and said helplessly: "I need a vacation, my lord, it may not be too long, but it is best not to be too short."

Thinking back to meeting him on the beach outside Schoen Bay.

In just two years, even the legendary dragon descendants seem to have never had a decent rest.The leisurely memory in his mind still stays in the first time when he was learning to speak at the elf's place, the big holly wood bed, and the melodious sound of the elf's horn.

But looking back, it seems like half a century has passed.

"So, no one can stop me anymore."

Under the blowing of the sea breeze, Turka's light blue embroidered robe was slightly raised, just like when Cirdan and the wizard were talking about the wind here.

The master of Gray Harbor shook his head, waking up from his trance: "Your power is getting stronger and stronger, Okoliam." He said, "If you think this is what you want, then do it. The elves are immortalized Trapped on this thick earth, getting tired day by day, unable to be free, I don't want you to do the same."

"Free?"

Turka turned his head, his eyes were briefly confused, but soon he said: "Fate has not revealed my final outcome, maybe I will also be like an elf, after being exhausted physically and mentally, I will go to the western continent of Aman to gain In eternal peace."

At the same time, he also began to deliberately restrain his strength.

"I think that when the time comes, the Valars will come to greet you in person." Cirdan only felt his body and mind cleared up, and the feeling of being oppressed by some kind of force disappeared. He bowed slightly and said, "But that will be a long time later." , your fate is far from here."

Turka was silent for a moment, then nodded. "You're right." Ended the topic.

Finally, Celebes began.

As the last wagon catches up at the last moment, the gates of the elves are shut.

People gather around the square and the pier.

There are lights and festoons everywhere, and laughter and laughter.

Then a grand firework show is lit, and the huge and gorgeous firelight is clearly visible even during the day.First there was a huge elk, which bloomed at the highest point, and then took graceful steps, quickly swooped down into the sky, and exploded into a huge ball of fireworks.

Immediately afterwards, there was another beautiful flower, which was held by a bird made of many flames, and it passed over the sky of Mistyrond from east to west, leaving a sky full of sparks.

Finally, a huge sailboat appeared in the sky, and it rode the wind and waves until it disappeared in the sky of Schoen Bay.

The tourists and the businessmen who participated in the Celebes were all amazed.

They praised loudly, yelled vigorously, and sold their own goods.Most of it is beer and various snacks.

Obviously, with the increasing peace and prosperity in the north, what was once a simple trade of goods has now become a huge celebration.

On this day, people enjoy the rare holiday atmosphere while admiring the exquisite and magnificent city scenery of the firstborn children.

In fact, such a firework show will last for three days, from day to night, non-stop.Very Chinese New Year atmosphere.

Well, Middle-earth is a world where magic and miracles coexist. In modern society, if you dare to let it go like this, you can’t watch it in a smoggy day.

"It has to be said that Mithrandil is indeed a master in creating the atmosphere." On the high platform, Turka witnessed all this with his own eyes, and he said: "As a wandering pyrotechnic master, he is better than a pyrotechnics master." Ishtar is becoming more and more famous!"

Cirdan nodded with a smile, but said nothing.

"My lord."

Gandalf, in his pointed hat, long scarf, gray robe, and long boots, invariably dressed for ages, jumped out of some corner, as if he had been waiting there.

"Speaking ill of people behind their backs is not a quality that a king should have." The wizard walked to the two of them with a staff and a long sword on his waist.Bow to the two kings.

Cirdan and Turka laughed at the same time. "Mithrandil."

"Your ability to appear and disappear has not yet fallen." Cirdan said with a smile: "The elves' ears still cannot detect your footsteps."

Turka said: "A simple cover-up, but it works."

Apparently, the sharp eyes of the Dragonborn had spotted the wizard beforehand, but hadn't exposed him.

Gandalf was not discouraged either. He straightened up and said, "Do you want to learn? I can teach you, my lord."

"If necessary, I will." Turka said sullenly.

The three of them laughed together.

"Mistrond is becoming more and more lively." Gandalf, who had just come out of an unknown ravine, smoked his pipe and said, "And this It has only been two years since everything changed. My lord, I have to say that with the expulsion of the Eastern Phantom, your conservative heart has finally become open."

Cirdan who was being ridiculed was not angry, but quietly stood on the highest platform in Gray Harbor, looked at the lively scene in his own city, and said lightly: "Mithrandil, you know , which is not what I want. But if everyone likes it, why not?"

Turka looked at the wizard curiously, and said, "Mythrandil, where have you been for the past two years, what's new on the mainland?"

Since two years ago, following everyone to Annuminas and dispelling the magic in the room of Elendil, Gandalf placed the Ithil spar in the highest room in the tower, leaving a word of caution. After using it, he left with the brown robe Radagast.

Goodbye is two years later.

"It's a new thing, if people become happier." The wizard first smiled, and then said: "I went to Mordor again, carefully, up and down, inside and out. After some investigation, we did not find Sauron. Then we went to Gundaba, which was also much dilapidated. When we were in the north, we wiped out many half-orcs there. Now the half-orcs there hardly dare They came out to raid at night, the wolves disappeared, and the Gray Mountains became much safer."

Hearing the wizard talk about something important, Cirdan and Turka also became serious.

As a result, the noise below seemed to become smaller, and the noise seemed to be coming from the sky, humming, chirping, but not very clear.

"Then I asked Big Eagle to inspect the Misty Mountains, and the news I got was also good. There were no more orcs in the mountains. Woodcutters and hunters began to go hunting and chop firewood in the mountains. This is a sign that the evil forces are declining."

The people on the high platform seemed to have seen the long-lost smiles on the faces of the people of Central Continent, and the shadows had never disappeared from everyone's heads so clearly and unmistakably at this moment.

"Then," said Cirdan, "we do have a time of peace."

"Not long, but yes."

Turka nodded, a gleam of light flashed in the golden vertical pupils.

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