Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 146 Bilbo Knows the Truth

Before he knew it, Turka had grown powerful.He was so powerful that even the enemies that once made the elves and dwarves fearful were easily killed by him alone.

In fact, when the silver king waved his spear and issued a declaration of a general attack, the orcs were undoubtedly defeated again.Without him, Turka Arakano's power is too frightening.

I saw him rushing to the forefront of the army, killing the most dangerous cave trolls one after another. Almost no half-orcs were his enemies.When he stood up again, there was no half-orc in the tall, wide and magnificent dwarf hall.

The moment the Balrog fell, the 'burly and tall' half-orc leader dropped the weapon in his hand, turned around and fled.The other half-orcs were even more unbearable. Many of them dropped their weapons directly, screaming in horror, like big rats.It's like a rabbit with a fried nest.They pushed each other and faced each other with swords, just to escape at the forefront.

Many enemies even fell into the hands of their own people, but not so many were actually killed by the coalition forces.

So, the battle was won.

Under the leadership of Nori and Oin, the dwarves gradually searched for the places where the orcs were hiding, and took down their fortresses one by one.

Humans cooperated with the elves to wipe out the remaining half-orcs.

This is a trivial and dangerous matter, but whether it is a dwarf, a human, or an elf, they all seem passionate and extremely excited.

In the end, the coalition forces killed the previous half-orc leader and the last part of the half-orc remnants near the Kazadum Bridge.So far, the Moria mine pit, which has been in darkness for thousands of years, has returned to light.

"Turin is above! Today, the magnificent holy place built by the ancestors has finally returned to the hands of the dwarves."

Looking at the magnificent hall where his ancestors lived and the long and famous stone road, Balin couldn't help but burst into tears. He first raised the sharp ax in his hand and shouted emotionally: "The name of Moria will be abandoned, Holy Khazad-dum returns to Middle-earth! Now let us rejoice: Long live the King!"

At that time, Turka stood beside him, his stalwart body almost piercing the towering and magnificent hall of the dwarves.He carried Aeglos, the spear of the High King, and was wearing silver-white elven heavy armor, with golden vertical pupils shining in the dark.

Therefore, the allied forces of humans, elves, and dwarves shouted loudly: Turka Arakano! (Turca Arakáno, as we said, means exactly what the name means: High King)
Many years later, where Turka Alakano stood was erected a magnificent statue, looking out over the bridge of Khazad-dum and the bottomless pit below.Witness the tragic battle that took place here.

After the battle of Khazad-dum, Turka found Bahrain.He said: "The oath I made to Thorin and the dwarves has been fulfilled today, and I will return to the north in a few days. Here, I have a word to say to Thorin and his relatives: Dwarves love to dig and forge, but don't Forget, the hope of life lies on the ground! May the gates of Khazad-dum and Erebor remain open forever, instead of digging for the treasures of the mountains."

Balin knew that the Silver King was advising the dwarves to curb their thirst and greed for treasure and to participate more in the affairs of Middle Continent.

So, he said: "The dwarves of Turin will always follow the banner of the family of Arakano, witness Mahal!"

This is the oath made by the dwarves to the dragonborn and the dragonborn family. After many years, Turka's son Noratu once again blew the sacred horn Ulu Murui, launching a full-scale attack on the dark forces. Sorin and Balin His descendants responded to the call of the northern kingdom.

They swarmed out from the gates of Khazad-dum and Erebor, armed with axes and hammers, and rushed to the forefront of the battle, making the enemy frightened.

It is said that at that time, Turka took off a ring in his hand and gave it to Bahrain as a symbol of the alliance and friendship between the two parties.And this sapphire ring shaped like two snakes holding each other has since become the son of Ferdinand, a symbol of power in Bahrain, and has been worn in the hands of Bahrain and Bahrain's heirs.

in the mean time.

"But how is that possible?" murmured Bilbo, fearful and incredulous. "Lord Turka didn't say . . . " He paused.Because he remembered the performance of the Silver King many years ago.

"There is a way to prove it." Gandalf looked serious. "The fire will show it what it really is. Bilbo, put it in the fireplace."

Bilbo hesitated, but finally took the Ring out of his pocket.It appears to be made of pure gold.And it's pretty smooth, never showing signs of scratches or scuffs.

Bilbo only felt a voice constantly gnawing at his heart: Don't listen to him, he is lying to you.

"Don't worry, if it is the ring we think it is, then this bit of flame won't hurt it," urged Gandalf.

Gritting his teeth, Bilbo threw it into a corner of the fire.

"Very good, let's watch!"

There was no noticeable change in the ring at first.After a while Gandalf got up and closed the shutters outside the window, and drew the curtains.The room became dark and silent.

Something was melting in Bilbo's heart, and he wanted to get the pokers, but the wizard stopped him, "Wait, it's not time yet."

The wizard stood looking at the fire for a moment, then stooped and moved the ring to the hearth with the pokers, and picked it up immediately.

"It's not hot at all," said Gandalf. "Take it!" Bilbo took it with his open palm in astonishment, and it seemed bigger and heavier than ever before.

"Hold it up!" said Gandalf, "and look!"

Bilbo looked closely, as he had said, and now at length saw that the outer and inner rings of the ring were each surrounded by a line of fine lines, finer than the finest strokes of brushwork.Those flame-like lines seemed to form letters one by one, forming a coherent inscription.They shone blindingly, yet seemed distant, as if emanating from the depths.

Bilbo fell limp on the ground.

At night.

The two people who were occupied with most of their minds by the One Ring finally realized that something was wrong. The sun was gradually sinking, but Frodo was still nowhere to be seen.

"Now, let us put aside the matter of the ring for a moment, till I think of what to do with it, and we shall speak of it again." said Gandalf, smoking his pipe, worryingly: "But now, we must worry about Flo Too much. He's been away from home too long, the fool."

This did disturb Bilbo, both the Ring and Frodo, and he said: "That boy is as much a part of the Tooks as I am after all! Impulsive, reckless! Reckless!"

"Perhaps we should go to him." For a moment Bilbo seemed to see his nephew lying in a pool of blood in the field, with some terrible fate pursuing him.

But at this moment Gandalf hesitated. He looked towards the east, seemed to be feeling something, and seemed to be thinking. He said with a serious expression: "The night in the wild is much more dangerous than he imagined! Although I have a hunch There is no danger to his life, but a shock is inevitable." This reassured Bilbo, for he knew what wizards were capable of, and if he said Frodo was in no danger, it must be so. .

But he still couldn't help saying, "Staying in the wild is still an unwise approach."

"Perhaps." Gandalf turned his head, and there was such a frightful light in his eyes that Bilbo could not help feeling frightened at the sight. "But now, we have our own troubles. Bilbo, the evil power of this ring draws the monsters in the dark, and they have come for you."

　Thank you for happiness, the monthly ticket for the 95 road donkey kick.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)