Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 75 The Lord of the Rings
When he opened his eyes, there was no one near Bilbo, and it was as dark as if he had closed his eyes.

He heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing but the stony ground beneath his feet.

One can imagine the panic in the hearts of our hobbits!

He only remembered that when the sudden change happened, everyone was surrounded and strangled by at least four or five dirty and smelly orcs.But soon, everyone ignored him, like a group of people walking, and suddenly someone disappeared, no one thought it was strange.

Then he was pushed by a force which Bilbo thought was some Orc, but he was not sure.

With an exclamation Bilbo fell into the darkness, hit his head against the solid rock, and remembered nothing.

God, Bilbo Baggins, this is the adventure you want, look, look, this thing will kill you one day.

thought Bilbo sadly.

His palms were bruised, his knees were smashed, and his head hurt, but no one knew.It was dark all around, like a nightmare.

So he began to miss Bag End's warm and cozy home again, and hoped that someone would find a lost hobbit by then.

Then mourn him.

At last Bilbo sat up slowly, cold and frightened.But finally mustered up the courage.He groped around on all fours until he touched the tunnel wall.

But he could find nothing above or below the wall: nothing, no sign of either Orc or Dwarf.

His head was so dizzy that he wasn't even sure which direction he was going before he fell.He barely guessed a direction, and then crawled a long distance in that direction, until his hand suddenly touched a small ring on the ground that seemed to be made of cold metal.

This is a turning point in his career, and also a turning point in Central Continent, but no one knows about it right now.

Except Turka.

He knew that fate had chosen the hobbit, as fate had chosen him before.

Without a second thought Bilbo put the ring in his pocket, which did not seem to be of any particular use at the time.But in fact, this little thing changed the fate of many people.

Bilbo went on groping.

Suddenly, his hand touched the hilt of the dagger on his body - the one he had found from the troll cave earlier.Luckily it followed suit.

At this time, he pulled out the dagger, and the blade of the sword shone pale and faintly in front of his eyes. "It turns out that this is also a weapon made by elves." He thought: "The orcs are not too close, but they are not too far away."

At any rate, the light gave him great hope.

Bilbo stood up, holding the dagger in front of him, leaning on the wall with one hand, and groping forward slowly, his heart beating loudly.

The tunnel seemed to have no end. The only thing he could be sure of was that the tunnel was still going downwards. Although there would be a turn or one or two corners in between, the general direction had not changed.

Now and then, by the light of the sword in his hand, or by the touch of the cave wall, Bilbo was sure that there would be a fork in the road to either side.

He kept walking and walking, always going down.He couldn't hear anything except the occasional bat flapping past his ear.

At first, these voices would startle him, but after listening to them too much, he will no longer be surprised.

After some time, Bilbo was exhausted.He feels that he has gone from today to tomorrow, and has even been gone for several days.

His inner yearning for all good things supported him.

Ciel's beam of light supported him.

Let him go alone in the dark depths of the earth, until suddenly, without warning, Bilbo plopped into the water.

Uh!
The water was icy cold, which made him tremble suddenly.

At this point, the sword has almost lost its light.He stopped and listened intently. He could hear the sound of water dripping from the top of the cave into the pool below, but there seemed to be no other sound.

"It seems that this should be a pool or a lake, rather than a subterranean river," thought Bilbo.

At this time, a pair of big eyes shining brightly in the dark were staring at him from the corner.

what.

This is Gollum.

A poor, but hateful guy.

He lives on a large reef in the middle of the lake, and has not seen a living person for many years.Except for half-orcs.

Out of some kind of curiosity and desire for food, Gulu climbed on a raft, which he used when fishing, and slid his fingers gently across the icy lake, approaching the lake calmly.

"My dear, a living piece of meat! A fine meal! Gulu!"

The hobbit almost jumped with fright when his hissing whispers and gurgling in his throat came before Bilbo's eyes.

"Who are you!"

Bilbo swung the short sword wildly, and Gollum was startled by the elf-forged blade. "I warn you, stay away from me. Yes, back off! Do you hear that! Back off!"

"Gulu, Gulu! He's not an elf, but he holds an elf's sword. What the hell is he!"

When the two hobbits met in such a fateful way.

The fate of another person also came to an end.

When Turka left the North, he had kept Arathon on guard against strangers who might be spies.

And this day.

Arathon finally found a group of mysterious guys.

Wearing hoods, they were sneaky and mysterious. No one had seen them, but some people saw them appearing in the fishermen's village near Lake Nengweiao in the middle of the night, and then disappeared.

So, the Deputy Prime Minister immediately mounted his horse, ordered a group of guards, and chased after him.

Although he has not used a weapon for many years, his bravery has never disappeared from him.

On the road, horseshoes burst.

The night wind is cold.

Arathorn looked solemn, but determined.

He was thinking about who on earth would appear in the north at this time.Thinking about the conspiracy contained in this incident.

The guards followed.

Sudden.

The sensitive nerves honed from years of ranger career made his heart skip a beat.He leaned over and shouted: Be careful, there is an ambush.

The guards hadn't reacted yet.

The enemy stood up from behind a small hill.Holding a bow and crossbow in his hand, there was a faint cold light on it.

"Don't let these stinky rangers escape." A familiar language sounded.It's a half-orc.

Led by a tall human being, they attacked Arathorn and his guards.Arathorn could even see a hint of dark complexion on the man's face.

"Black Númenoreans!"

This was what Arathon thought of for the first time.

The enemy's arrows rained down, and several guards were shot at the front door, and fell from their horses with a mournful cry.

"It's a conspiracy."

This was Arathon's second thought.

Yes, in a valley more than ten miles away from Annuminas, Arathorn and the others were ambushed.It is thought that the person who reported to him was one of the freed slaves.A sliver of understanding surged in Arathorn's heart.

But more arrows flew towards Arathorn.

He no longer thought about the conspiracy inside, but pulled out the sword of Arno's royal family, and rushed forward bravely.

"If you think that you can succeed in this way, you will underestimate me." The king of rangers danced the sword so that the water could not enter, and the light of the sword almost covered the moon in the sky like autumn water.

Arrows were shot down by him one after another.

His majestic demeanor even shakes his enemies.

Those half-orcs with bows and crossbows pushed and shouted at each other, their eyes were frightened.

"kill him!"

The leading man in black with the blood of the Númenoreans shouted.These timid and cowardly fellows bent their bows and arrows again, ready to shoot.

But Arathorn rode up the hill, and slashed at the leader of the black Númenoreans with his sword.

At this time, a tall wolf shadow suddenly jumped up from behind the hill, and rushed towards Arazon on the horse.

Arazon was caught off guard and fell hard to the ground.

He swung the sword horizontally and pierced the wolf's short jaw.The fierce light in the eyes of this ferocious beast gradually went out.

Recently, the wolf's fangs had almost reached Arathorn's throat.

"You will die here, my kin in the north."

The man in black held a long black sword and said with a sinister smile, "Even the silver king can't save you! My master will return!"

The fallen beloved horse pinned his lower limbs, and Arazon couldn't break free for a while, and the situation was very critical.

"grown ups!"

The guards rushed up the hill and protected him.

But they are too few in number.

Years of peaceful life had sharpened the vigilance of the Dunedain. He really shouldn't have run out alone to track down the mysterious man without waiting for the elves.

The enemy is ready.

They attacked with bows and crossbows and besieged with wolves. Soon, Arathorn and his guards were alone.

and.

At the head were the fallen Númenóreans, of the same race as the ancestors of Arathorn.

Tempted by Sauron, these Númenoreans hated the Elves and the Valar, and were called Loyalists.It is at odds with loyalists like Elendil.

After the island of Númenor sank into the sea, these depraved and rebellious nobles bet all their hatred on the kingdom of Arnor and the southern Gondor established by Elendil and his two sons.

These separatists and depraved Western humans eventually merged with the pirates in Umbar Harbor and became a cancer in the heart of Gondor.

For centuries, they have been entangled in the south with Minas Tirith, the holy white city, and countless wars broke out between the two sides.

It was at Umbar that Exelion fought these fellows today.

But no one thought that when the army of Gondor was pressing on and Umbar was retreating steadily, these depraved guys would dare to run to the north and carry out some kind of shady conspiracy.

They are as brave as Arathon and the others, and they have an advantage in terrain, and they are aided by the arrows and crossbows of wolves and orcs.

Although the people of Dúnedain were not afraid of death, everything was settled soon.

Arathon was hit by an arrow in the chest. The black body and the poisoned arrow all proved that this poisoned arrow came from Mordor.

He knelt down on one knee, his long sword stuck to the ground, and a black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"You will not succeed!"

The Deputy Prime Minister uttered his last words, and his once proud head hung down.

Around him fell a ring of orcs and black Númenoreans.Their corpses add up to nearly 20 people.

The guards following Arathorn all surrounded him heroically, and fell to the ground facing outward.

More goblins fell around them.

"But you can't see it."

The man in black said that he was holding a long sword and was about to cut off Arathorn's head.

An arrow pierced through the darkness and hit his sword accurately.

is the elf.

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