Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 11 The Shadow Strikes and the Horn of the Northern Elf (recommendation and collection)
Back in time a few minutes ago.

The dragonborn stood alone in the wilderness, feeling the power in his body, hesitating whether to release it.

"Okriam, concentrate!"

Fenna stood a hundred meters away, and shouted as if watching the excitement, "Believe in yourself, you can do it!"

Although he didn't know why she was so enthusiastic, Dragon Bourne felt that it seemed better not to listen to her.

This feeling is not unique today, it is really the personal experience of the black-haired dragonborn during this period of time.

The female elf can be regarded as a relatively "weird" existence among the elves (not weird, and she won't specialize in cooking). In the past half month, Bourne has been teased by her a lot!

Every time, the female elf used the excuse of improving the recipe to add various condiments and seasonings to his food. These dark dishes, whether sour or bitter, or spicy or sweet, could make him miserable.

Several times, due to the power of the female elf, Dragon Bourne, who had eaten these terrible dark dishes, decisively vomited and vented all day long. This body is too strong in this life, otherwise Dra Gon Born felt that he was about to die at the hand of the female elf before he even started his adventure in another world!

But then again, Dragon Bourne himself was really curious about the various abilities of his body, so he hesitated for a moment, but he still couldn't help but glanced at the female elf, as if saying: You Sure?

Seeming to know what he was hesitating, the female elf nodded desperately, with an expression that you should hurry up and we're going back after we're done.

Well.

The dragonborn thought he must be out of his mind to ask her about magic.

Sighing, Dragon Bourne finally got serious.

He closed his eyes.

Concentrating on feeling the power in the body, this power is like a molten mass, hot and huge, it continuously circulates in the dragonborn's body, and finally gathers in the dragonborn's throat.

Sudden.

Roar!
A loud and high-pitched dragon chant came out from the mouth of the giant in the wilderness, and an indescribable coercion rushed into the heart of the female elf a hundred meters away like the top of a mountain.

Fenner's face turned pale all of a sudden, her hands and feet became stiff.

This coercion is so powerful and heavy, it's like facing a giant dragon.

Although she didn't experience it personally, among the elves, countless poems and legends have been circulated and proved such power.

That is a very terrifying force.

Under this force, the mountains trembled, the rivers turbulent, and the birds left their nests, flying wildly.

"Unbelievable power, go, go, I want to go back and report to the master, the man who descended from the sky turned out to be a dragonborn! Yes, this is not a word I invented, the elves and gray-robed wizards of Gray Harbor said so, and then was I heard!"

A strange black bird screamed and fluttered its wings. It was the eyeliner of the Eastern Phantom, responsible for monitoring all news that was unfavorable to the Dark Lord.

This is a raven from Mordor. While flying, he spoke in human language in fear: "The elves have powerful weapons, a terrifying big man who can fight against the dark army of the master! His voice is like a dragon. Terrible, his body is as majestic as a giant, his eyes can see the mist, and his breath can melt everything! Under his power, the mountains, forests, rivers, and beasts are trembling! Quack, some The crow was scared to death by his roar. I was the only one who came with me. Quack, this is a sad story. I have to fly back and report to the owner..."

It flew east first, through the Shire, the home of the halflings.Then turned to the north, crossed Weakwater Swamp, Weathertop, and Eaton Wasteland all the way, and flew non-stop for two days and two nights. Finally, it arrived at the last, dilapidated ruins of the ancient Angmar witch country in the north. ——Karndum.

In the shadows, a hideous monster stretched out its huge pale arms, allowing the weary raven to rest on it.

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The raven told this terrifying monster everything it saw and heard.

The monster smiled ferociously, and the terrible ancient words of Mordor slanted out from its bloody mouth, and the shadow shrouded the ruins of the largest magic cave in the north under the hands of the Dark Lord.

"Stupid, filthy bugs, mount your wargs, draw your swords, war breaks out!"

woo~
The dull, evil horn of the goblins sounded.

In the shadows, countless pairs of bloodthirsty and violent evil eyes are shining brightly.

It was the tall and strong black orcs from Mordor, and the ancient demons of the ancient, evil place in the far north-the Flod region.

Some of them were in human form (this is Orc), and some were other strange shapes.

These terrifying monsters whispered and roared angrily, vowing to destroy all bright and beautiful things in the world.

There are rumors that these demons originated from the blood of the dark enemy Morgoth in the first era. They have been hiding in the northern wilderness for several years. The elves and wizards thought they were dead. No, I saw them here today. figure.

Outside the ruins of Carndum, more orcs from Gangdaba and Misty Mountains passed through the gray mountains, detoured north, and entered the ruins of Carndum.

Looking at the evil army that has never gathered since the dark ages, in the shadows, the tall and huge pale orc ordered the poor raven: "Don't stay, fly hard, before those annoying stinky elves react Before that, fly back to Dol Guldur and tell the master the news that the dragonborn and the army have gathered!"

The raven had no choice but to scream and flap its wings again.

And here, I heard the passionate and terrifying dragon chant of the dragonborn, and saw countless birds and crows sweeping out of the Blue Mountains and flying to the north.

Cirdan and Gandalf's expressions changed at the same time.

The master of Gray Harbor said quickly: "Gandalf, I allow you to ask for help from the descendants of Turin you mentioned, although I don't think the friendship between elves and dwarves can continue!"

Have witnessed the first era, the life and death struggle between the elves and the dark enemy Morgoth;
Witnessed the second era, humans and elves gathered in the same camp to fight against the Dark Lord Sauron;

The great elf hero who has witnessed the extinction of human glory in the third era, the passing of the age of elves, and the disappearance of dwarves lamented: "Since the first era, because of greed and stupidity, the dwarves have forcibly snatched the mosaic from the king of Doriath. I have stolen Naugramir, the dwarven necklace of the Silmarillion, and murdered Elwe Thingol, king of Doriath, my blood, and the friendship between elves and dwarves has completely collapsed!"

"The allies who once fought under the same banner could not resist the temptation of a Silmaril, how sad! Even if it is a Silmaril, it can be called a priceless treasure in heaven and earth!"

Xu Shi thought of the bloody battles in the endless years, the betrayal of the past, and the ups and downs of the flames of civilization. The elf, who had lived for an unknown number of years, sighed: "Allies have become enemies, blood is flowing all over the earth, the dwarf kingdom and the elves The kingdom fell at the same time, this is the scourge of greed! Also, the light of Arrien also has the iron law of rising from east to west, how can a powerful person or kingdom avoid it? If the great light of Arda is doomed To be extinguished today, then I will accept this fate!"

But the gray-robed wizard obviously didn't want to see the self-pitying look of the master of Gray Harbor, and he also said quickly: "Chirdan, I will forget what you said last, because I know that this is just a great It's just the passing nonsense of the shipbuilders!"

As if to strengthen his persuasion, the wizard's voice became louder and more passionate, and the shadow on the ground grew higher and higher until it enveloped the white and tall government affairs hall.

"The age of the elves may come to an end, but not today! The dwarves have done great evil under the temptation of the Silmaril, but such things will not happen again today!"

"Today, on behalf of the northern elves, I will seek the help of the dwarves! Under my persuasion, the dwarves will also put aside their previous disputes and feuds, and lead an army to come! Yes, I firmly believe!"

"Great shipbuilder, please have faith. When the elves need it most, look to the other side of the Schoen River. I will lead reinforcements from the north!"

"As long as the great shipbuilder can let go of the blood feud and forget the enmity between elves and dwarves, then the light of hope in Central Continent will never fall!"

Awakened by the wizard's passionate speech, Cirdan recovered from his grief and loss, and his heroism and confidence returned to the master of Gray Harbor.

He laughed and exposed the wizard's 'trick'.

"Mythrandil, don't fool me with your rhetoric. If the dwarves really agree to lead an army to help Grayhaven, then they must go south of the Blue Mountains and west of the Schoon River. , isn’t it from the north!”

"alright!"

The elven hero who came out of the sadness and loss of the years stopped the wizard whose trick was exposed, and said with a smile: "Myth Randil, you don't have to be embarrassed, although I don't know why you must ask me to help you." Thorin Oakenshield, but I know that the eyes of wizards must not stop at their feet, they are always thinking about ten or twenty steps away!"

This is a high reputation, the gray-robed wizard bowed humbly.

Gandalf was not surprised that the master of the Gray Harbor could see through his 'little trick'.

This elf can almost be regarded as one of the ancestors of the elf family.The anecdotes and anecdotes he has seen and experienced, and the changes of the years are not inferior to anyone. He has enough wisdom to see through the fog of fate and find the real hope lost in it.

but.

My plan finally worked out.

He thought so.

Sure enough, after pondering for a moment, the lord of the northern elves, the owner of the Gray Harbor, and the shipbuilder said to the gray-robed wizard who was deep in thought and far away from the city: "I agree with your plan, Mithrandil, go and take my Messages and gifts, go to the prince of the former kingdom under the mountain, and see if he still retains the glory and pride of the descendants of Turin as you said!"

"but me!"

The great elf, who had witnessed the birth of countless legends at the end of the curtain, stood in the sun at noon and issued a pre-war declaration to the people of Gray Harbor.

"We will send sentry riders to patrol the border and coast, to ensure that dirty, ugly orcs and their wolves will not sneak past our sentry posts and invade our homeland!"

"Get ready, people of Grayhaven, take up your swords, polish your armor, feed your horses, fill your quiver with arrows! Because war is coming! "

The Elven King of the North cried: "Sound the ancient horn, people of Lindon, and let the minions of darkness know that the elves are never timid!"

Facing the inspiring speech of the Elven King, Gandalf the gray-robed wizard bowed deeply to show his respect.

then.

One day in the midsummer of 2931 of the Third Age, the sacred horn of the northern elves, which had been almost forgotten by the people of Middle-earth, was sounded again.

"Woo~"

The majestic horn sounded throughout the north, it was the announcement of the king, and all the good people and elves who heard the majestic announcement of the Lord of Gray Harbor were all moved by the spirit of the elf king.

The elves sprung up from the ruins of the old kingdom one after another. They cheered up, mounted their horses, and quickly gathered in Gray Harbor.

While the human rangers straightened their clothes, polished their swords, and kept their eyes wide open, watching the vast wilderness of the north.

They were the Men of Dúnedain, descendants of the human royal family of the West.

Because of the loss of the former kingdom and some other reasons, this group of people can only wander in the vast northern wilderness and become famous bounty hunters. It is their belief and duty to cut off the darkness and protect the good.

Now, since the elves sounded the horn of war, it is inevitable that the evil in the north is very likely to rise.Therefore, the rangers have plunged into the wilderness, trying to find out what happened.

And they are the only allies that the northern elves have gained from humans.

As for the cowardly and those with ulterior motives, they were disturbed and terrified like a frightened rabbit, running around in a daze.

War, war is coming!
Their inarticulate and nonsense yelling does not help the real battle, but only increases the boredom.

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