Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 161 The Prince
Turka has protected the twins well for a long time.Even though Eonwe and the wizard gave the prophecy about the twins, the Dragonborn's heart is still full of the old father's worries.

He didn't want the children to be harmed in the slightest.When the princes were young, they were surrounded by beautiful elves.Because compared to humans, the firstborn children are more pure, and they will love the two relatives who have inherited the blood of the elves more wholeheartedly.

In fact, in the earliest days, there were more elves from various races in Central Continent in the Ring of Kings, and there were very few humans.Only a handful of Dúnedain leaders in Hal Barad are allowed to live within the King's Ring.

It wasn't until the two princes grew up that their father allowed the two princes to leave his sight.

At this time, the differences in the personalities of the two princes also began to be revealed slowly.Among them, the second son has inherited more of his mother's agility, and he prefers the sea and being unconstrained; the eldest son has a strong curiosity about everything, and has far-reaching thoughts.

Many times, the younger son, Norato, was always the more mischievous one, and the older son, Alatu, helped perfect (or wipe his ass) the pranks from his younger brother.

This caused the Dragonborn, who was over a hundred years old in two lifetimes, to feel a headache when he enjoyed the sweetness of being a father for the first time.But fortunately, the twins have been growing up healthy and healthy, and have gradually become handsome and wise young men.

So, gradually, Turka had plans for the future of his sons.

But apparently, the sons are grown up and have their own ideas.

Originally, Turka just wanted to take his sons to the territory of Elrond, one of the elf lords, to witness the meeting that was about to affect the changes in the world.But I don't know how the princes learned that a "weapon" that everyone dreaded was actually kept by Frodo of Shire, so the curious twins immediately left their father and ran to have a look.

Hearing that his son was 'missing', Turka was a little angry and worried.For he felt that a dark power was watching his veins, and he called to Gildor Inglorian, saying: "Find them and protect them. Make sure no evil touches them. I have a presentiment , they need help."

Gildor Inglorian accepted the command gladly, and he said: "My king, don't worry, I love them as much as you, and I will find and bring the two princes back to you safely."

Then Gildor Inglorian took his sword and bow and went out of the Rivendell, and with him a cavalry of the Elves.

At that time, Elrond was by the king's side.He said: "The young dragons always have to go through wind and frost to fly high, maybe this incident is not a bad thing."

The Lord of the Valley, who inherited the bloodlines of the three major elven races and the three major human races, has some kind of predictive ability, and what he said will always be proved to be correct afterwards.But Turka is still worried. He said: "But reckless and thoughtless actions will kill them, even if it is not this time."

In this regard, Elrond wisely chose to keep silent.

Gildor went all the way back along the East-West Avenue. The white elf horse ran lightly and swiftly under the starlight, and the clear sound of horseshoes flowed on both sides of the Xiangshui River and the Cangquan River.But few see these beautiful races, they are like a wisp of light wind, and when you feel them, they are already slipping through your hair.

in the mean time.

Aratu and Noratu also encountered a little trouble.Because of their elven blood, the twins are extremely sensitive to evil.They can sense even the slightest hint of malice.

"...they'll pass by the Prancing Horse Inn..."

"But Hamur wants their heads..."

In the lively and noisy tavern filled with all kinds of religions, humans, dwarves, and many nearby hobbits were talking about things in the distance and telling the familiar news.

The south is very uneven;
Those humans who came up the North-South Highway seem to be moving;

The elves are looking for a place to live;
Dwarves wandering around and so on and so forth.

The Bree are sympathetic, but apparently not quite ready for a large number of strangers to live in their small place.A squinting, curmudgeon among the travelers prophesied that more would soon be heading north."If they're not given a place, they'll find it themselves," he exclaimed. "They have the same right to live as any other race." Local residents seemed less than pleased with the prospect.

But this is not what the brothers care about. In the chaotic and noisy crowd, they heard a completely unexpected word, which reminded the brothers of some dangerous existence.For Khaml is one of the Nine Ringwraiths.

They turned around in surprise.I saw at the other end of the tavern, at a long table near the fireplace, a group of hooligans, hooligans, thugs, thugs, robbers, anyway, they were not good guys, sneaking around and planning something. Evil conspiracy.

The leader of them was a guy with fat face and small yellow eyes shining with malice and viciousness.

The others were all armed, and when the people in the tavern passed by, they all speeded up their pace vaguely.Even if it is not necessary, almost no one wants to go there.

Nora Tullah, a fat Bree man, asked the tavernkeeper, in the Common Tongue, "Who are they, please?"

At that time, Maiman Butter Chrysanthemum was carrying some food and two glasses of beer, and seemed to be giving it to the guests at another table.But he had a profound effect on these two tall, long-fingered guests.Because when they came in before, the tavern owner saw the twins' long hair that was as soft as the night and the stars.

Moreover, the swords in the hands of the twins are not something ordinary people can have.

So, the short and fat tavern owner licked his smiling face and said: "You two young masters, Buttercup Chrysanthemum advises you not to be interested in them. They are dangerous people here, and most people dare not provoke them. And recently they are It's very generous to drink beer after meeting some important person!"

Aratu frowned and said, "As far as I know, the King of the North has been clearing these guys."

Butter Chrysanthemum smiled.He restrainedly wiped his fat and white hands on his apron covered with oil stains, wine, food residue, and some unknown stains, and replied: "Masters, this world is not simple. One or two people can change, even that honorable majesty."

"Sorry, I still have something to do. If you can, please forgive me." Buttercup Ju felt that he had talked too much tonight, because he found that when he mentioned the big man above Annuminas, the little man in front of him There was a trace of dissatisfaction in the eyes of the young masters.

This made him tremble, and hastily left the master's sons behind, and delivered their drinks and food to the waiting guests.

They were two roamers also wearing cloaks and long swords hanging from their waists. Their beards were scruffy, their faces were hidden in the shadows, and the occasional gray eyes were sharp and full of fatigue.

"As I said, the people here have already fallen." Aratu switched back to the language of the elves, and whispered to his brother.He wasn't too happy to hear humans say that about their father, thinking it was a scorn.

But Noratu seemed to be in high spirits, and his sharp eyes kept sizing up and down the group of robbers and the guests at the table who were also not easy to mess with at first sight.

"They smell like the sea breeze." The silver-haired Noratu said in a low voice, "And ancient blood flows through them. They are not ordinary humans, they are Dúnedain."

But Aratu said: "They are filled with the smell of hatred and death, and the ancient curse is haunting them."

However, they were not the only ones with extraordinary power in the tavern. The two wanderers who were judged by them gave a meal. After looking at each other, they put down the beer in their hands, raised their swords, and walked towards them.

"The wilderness is not your back garden, honorable young masters." The leading roamer actually said in the language of the elves: "Dangers can be seen everywhere, not just the ones on the surface, you should not relax your vigilance. And... ..."

One of the visitors lifted the cloak on his head, revealing his disheveled hair and unshaven face. It turned out to be Boromir who had been missing for many years.It's just that the current crown prince still doesn't have the high-spirited look he had back then.

I saw a long and narrow knife mark extending from Boromir's left cheek to his neck. If he hadn't dodged quickly at that time, this knife would have split his head.

"It's not honorable to comment on others at will." The old crown prince lowered his voice and said in a self-deprecating tone: "Your Highness."

Aratu and Noratu blinked in surprise.I didn't feel angry and embarrassed because I was exposed, but asked curiously: "Who are you?"

At that time, another wanderer wearing a cloak kindly reminded: "It is not a wise thing to speak the language of elves outside. Wine, fire, and meeting by chance are enough to make people happy, but they are not here. Safe. Especially, they carry elf swords."

what.

He turned out to be Boromir's brother, Faramir who disappeared with Osgiliath in the battle.However, he is obviously better than his brother, because at least he is not disfigured.

It's just that when our four princes got together and talked in the language of elves, many people looked over in surprise.

"You're right." Aratu raised the sword Aranrúth and pulled the hood lower: "We should go."

Hearing this, Norato also picked up Ringil which was placed by the table.This is a saber made by high elf craftsmen for the princes, and it is much better than ordinary elf weapons.On the day it was forged, Alan's smooth sword shone with blue and red light, while Ringier was as beautiful as a cold star, and the blade of the sword was overflowing with light.

Therefore, Turka named the two swords Aranrus and Ringil, the same names as the swords of Elwe Thingol, king of Doriath, and Fingolfin, king of the Noldor, in the first era.Apparently, King Yinbai hoped that the two brothers could make outstanding achievements like the previous king.

After they walked out of the Prancing Horse Inn, the bustling tavern resumed its noise and noise.

However, seeing the figures of the princes walking out, some caring people began to mutter secretly, with a dangerous gleam in their eyes.

Boromir seemed to be very familiar with Bree. He led the twins up and down the dark alleys full of garbage and sewage, miraculously passed through most of the human towns, and came to another inn.

Aratu and Noratu saw the two princes of Gondor walking skillfully into the human hotel, they couldn't help but glance at each other, and then followed tacitly.

In a room already prepared.

Boromir and Faramir took off their cloaks one after another, and burned more firewood in the fireplace, and then said to the twins who were still on guard: "Your Highness, don't be nervous, we are just a pair of poor bereaved people Forget it. We would have died long ago if it had not been for the protection of the King of the North."

Even, as a token of sincerity, Faramir set their swords at a great distance from them.Then he bowed slightly and said, "I am Faramir, and this is my elder brother, Boromir. If the High King's family still remembers the old allies, they should know that we are the descendants of the Hurin family of Gondor in the south." .”

Aratu and Noratu looked a little surprised. "As far as I know, after the battle of Osgiliath, Exelian's bloodline was extinct." Aratu said, "But I do see the light of western humans from you, which is not owned by ordinary humans."

"Rumours are always more exaggerated than the truth, Your Highness." Boromir said, "But you are right. In the eyes of the world, the son of Denethor has long since died in that war."

Aratu and Noratu looked at each other secretly, but did not speak.

The room was silent.

"If the two Highnesses are willing, I can tell a story to Caledorien. Although it may not be as amazing as the legend of the elves, I guarantee that they are equally exciting."

Celebdorion, Sindarin.Meaning: Son of the Silver King - Faramir is used here, specifically referring to the twins.

At that time, Noratu was the first to sit down, and he said, "I hope your story is indeed as wonderful as you said."

Aratu didn't object, but his slender and powerful hands never left his saber Aranus.Moreover, his eyes were stern and his expression was serious, as if he wanted to see through Boromir and the others.

Faramir could feel the strength in Aratu's eyes, and he lowered his head in surprise. "At your service," he said.

Although Boromir was not like this, he was also surprised by the majesty of the twins, and the sharp light softened a lot.

So, two pairs of brothers who are also famous far and wide began a period of old memories in an inn in the human town of Bree.

In the orange firelight, they talked for a long time.Faramir started from the battle of Osgiliath, to how the two brothers were rescued by the swan knight Adrasir at the mouth of the Anduin River, to knowing their grandfather's fall, and finally to disregarding the old love. The son of Prince Do Amroth insisted on returning to Minas Tirith, but was chased and killed by Prime Minister Orendil in detail to the twins.

Its splendor is indeed as Faramir said, a sad epic worthy of elven poetry.

In the end, Boromir said sadly and angrily: "We can only flee northward until we escape into the territory of the Silver King, and that vicious, cunning, yet kind-hearted enemy stops their pursuit. But even so, we are still a pair of poor people who lost their homes."

At this time, the sunlight in the sky has pierced the darkness, and the shadows are gradually dissipating, as if it indicates that the old pain is coming to an end, and new hope is being born.

So, Aratu said: "I am sorry to hear this sad story. I can see from your eyes that what you said is true, so please accept my apology and friendship, because I doubted you at the beginning. And the fact In fact, there are not many men who are more heroic than you."

As he spoke he paid homage to the two brave heroes of Gondor.

The same goes for Norato.

The former Crown Prince of Gondor and his younger brother, now the downcast Wanderer, heard what the Son of the Silver King said, looked at them for a long time, and then said: "It may be possible to gain the friendship of the Son of Turka Arakano. The best comfort we have heard in our exile."

In this regard, the four of them soon laughed at the same time.

In this way, the young Aratu and Noratu met the brothers Boromir and Faramir of the Hurin family in the human town of Bree.

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