Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 153 Prophecy
Boromir was panting heavily, the long sword in his hand was extremely heavy, but he still clenched the hilt tightly, his breathing was rapid and hot.The armor on his body was scarred, his helmet had been lost somewhere, his quiver was empty, and his longbow was broken.It's already a doomsday situation.

But he dare not relax, because his enemy is a troll in a frenzy.

Boromir moved carefully, looking for the killing blow.Finally, the enemy moved.With a bad wind, the huge stick hit the brave Boromir fiercely.

Boromir rolled vigorously, avoiding the ogre's giant stick, and touched a spear on the ground. With a roar, he ruthlessly pierced the ogre's left eye.

The enemy let out a scream that shook the sky, and then fell to the ground.

Boromir rolled continuously in embarrassment, which prevented him from being hit.But because of this, the spear in Boromir's hand was broken into several pieces, leaving only a long sword.

But even so, Boromir still stood up unyielding, desperately and frighteningly uttered a resounding battle cry at the tide of enemies: "Gondor will never surrender!"

Behind him, Minas Tirith, the former White City, the residence of the kings and prime ministers, has been engulfed in flames. Broken swords, spears, broken shields, and torn armor are scattered all over the place. It was originally spacious and tidy. The streets are covered with the corpses of soldiers and innocent civilians, so many that the sewers and stairs are covered with dark red and unknown blood!

And not far from him, his younger brother Faramir knelt at the city gate, with many spears and sharp arrows stuck in his body.The deadly one even pierced through the armor fiercely, protruding from the back of the heart.

However, even so, when Faramir fell down, he still clenched the long sword in his hand, and turned his back to the royal court, without taking a step back.

And his father, Denethor II, died on the throne of the king long before the decisive battle.

So, Boromir took a last look at the seven-storey stone city, which was originally as beautiful as a fairyland in the sky in the dim sunlight, but now it is covered by the black shadows from the east, and the scene of hell full of flames everywhere, revealing a heartbroken and A relieved smile.

"For Gondor!"

He raised his long sword and charged towards the tide of enemies.

"No!"

In a barracks in the ruins of Osgiliath, a burly man suddenly sat up from his camp bed.He has long black hair and gray eyes, and is handsome and dignified.

He is Boromir Hurin, son of Denethor II and presently Crown Prince of Gondor.

"grown ups?"

The guard outside the tent rushed in immediately.

However, after sitting in a daze for a while, the crown prince said to the loyal guard: "Get out, I'm fine." The guard didn't dare to ask more questions, so he could only retreat.

Boromir, who was left alone, sat there for a long time, until a smear of hope appeared in the sky, and Boromir suddenly got up.After simply washing and dressing, he walked out of this simple camp.

He nodded, passing through the night watch guards in return, and the other warriors who had just got up saw the crown prince coming alone, and immediately saluted him.

Boromir has inherited the majesty and sternness of the current king, and because he has been in the army all year round, he also has the open-mindedness and passion of a soldier.

In addition, Boromir led the army to repel the barbarian attacks many times. People are looking forward to this crown prince who is already a qualified general although he is still young.

Boromir walked up to the best-preserved clock tower in the ruins of Osgiliath alone, and looked around.

As a result, the shocking ruined wall of Osgiliath and the gloomy shadow in the sky were the first to enter.Since Mount Orodruin erupted again, its thick volcanic ash and smoke are like thick ink, gradually spreading to the west.

Although the eastern sun pierced through the icy and cold mountains of the Shadow Mountains and sprinkled on the ground, a large black shadow still weighed heavily on the hearts of all the people of Gondor.

In the distance, the former Tower of the Moon and the shadow of Minas Morgul now loomed in the mountains to the east.

Plus the icy air.

and howling wind.

Boromir's heart was even heavier.

No one knew what the crown prince was thinking at that moment, but when he stood upright in the cold wind for a whole morning, someone finally couldn't help it.

Boromir heard a sound of rhythmic footsteps, neither heavy nor light, each step was extremely firm, as if nothing in this world could shake the owner of the footsteps.

"Faramir."

The crown prince said without turning his head, "Look here, can you imagine that this was once the most magnificent and beautiful capital of our country?"

Behind him, a tall man with an appearance roughly similar to Boromir's, but younger, with softer cheek lines and softer eyes, stood one body away from Boromir.

"One day, we'll restore it to its original glory," said Faramir, with an air of determination. "Under the leadership of your brother."

Boromir turned his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "You are always so confident, Faramir." He hugged his younger brother's shoulders warmly and intimately, as if he was young: "But you are too rigid, we are brothers, Faramir, you don't need to be so cautious Be cautious in your words and deeds."

Faramir also gave a sunny smile.For some reason, Denethor II was always stern and ruthless into domestic and foreign disputes, so he didn't have much love for children.So, when they were very young, the two brothers supported each other to practice martial arts and play games together.In the evening, we listened to the familiar and exciting adventure stories together again.

And when they grow up, the elder brother who is a few years older than Faramir is better than him in terms of martial arts and strategy. Boromir is not only heroic and prestigious in the hearts of the soldiers, but also always protects him, so Faramir is sincere. He likes and trusts his brother Wang.

just.

"Do you have any worries?" Faramir and his brother's almost identical eyes flashed a trace of melancholy and worry: "I heard that you have been standing here all morning."

Boromir was silent for a moment.He let go of his younger brother, hesitant to speak.

Faramir waited patiently.

a long time.

The crown prince turned around, looked at the ominous black shadow far away in the sky, looked at the eerie spire of Minas Morgul, and said, "Falamir, do you believe in prophecies?"

"Sometimes, the prophecy is just what we think in our hearts!" A gleam of light flashed in Faramir's eyes: "Sometimes, it is indeed the revelation of fate!"

"In our legend, some people will have the ability to prophesy when they are destined." Boromir whispered to his brother: "And just last night, I had a dream, and the dream clearly prophesied The fall of the city of kings, and the fall of our family! Faramir, what shall I do?"

Faramir was silent.Then he said, "I dreamed it too, brother."

Boromir turned his head sharply.

Faramir's resolute eyes finally showed a trace of uneasiness and fear. "I dreamed that the enemy broke Minas Tirith! Our people and relatives were slaughtered, and the corpses of the old royal court were floating everywhere! I dreamed that my father died on the throne..." He choked up and said: " I dreamed about you brother..."

Boromir took a deep breath.The crown prince grabbed his younger brother's shoulder vigorously, almost hurting Faramir: "Also, what else did you dream about!"

Faramir adjusted his mood and replied: "I dreamed that a voice said to me: Look for the broken sword, it is hidden in Imladris;
There will be a meeting of councils far more powerful than mogul spells.

Talismans will appear during the meeting, and the fate and ending are in the palm of your hand.

The voice of the dragon penetrates the clouds, hoping to be in the north.

When the old king and new king arrive at the White City, Isildur's nemesis will perish there. "

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