Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 169 Power and Responsibility

It was night, and many people were content to fall into a peaceful sleep.But in an open-air garden in Rivendell, some people are still worrying about the future of Central Continent.

Men in the north call it Gandalf, the elves call it Mithrandil, and among the dwarves they call it Shaqun. The great wise man stands in the starlight, silently looking down at the There was a certain light in the wise black eyes of that figure in the garden that had slipped into the shadows.

"Lord Turka," said Elrond to the Silver King sitting in the great carved oak chair in the middle of the garden, "we have all seen the power of the ring, and it cannot stay here. The Elves cannot stand against it evil power."

Turka propped his cheek with his left fist, and put his right hand on the armrest. A pair of golden majestic vertical pupils opened and closed with stars shining, and the light of the elf crown on his forehead was even incomparable.

He was thinking and pondering again, but he didn't say a word.

Then the wizard turned his head and said, "You have known about the existence of the Supreme Ring, and you have made arrangements for it. Now, that time has come, and I hope your plan will go smoothly as you wish."

Between the lines, it revealed the wizard's hope for the silver king.

So, Turka spoke, his voice was as majestic and gentle as ever, and both the wizard and Elrond couldn't help listening seriously: "If I have any plan, it is also the arrangement of fate."

"Bilbo found it, he is the destined ring-bearer. I know its power, but I can't destroy it. And at that time, it did play a certain role." Silver King to Elrond and Gandalf He talked about the adventure many years ago, and how he arranged for the hobbit to use the ring to escape from Thranduil's palace.Then how Bilbo used the ring to find the Heart of the Mountain from under Smaug's eyes, and opened the prelude to the Battle of the Five Armies, which is praised by the world.

Said he: "Then Manwë's warning made me suspect that our hidden enemy may rise again in a form we do not know. The time to destroy the ring was not yet, so a voice said to me."

Elrond and Gandalf, wise men who knew the origin of the great king, immediately said, "It must be Iluvatar the Most Holy."

Hearing the holy name, Turka's starry eyes flickered, but he did not deny it.He was lost in some kind of thought.

"Maybe."

After a long time, he awoke from his contemplation, and said: "But I knew then that it was not my destiny to destroy the Ring. I arranged it as well as I could. In Bilbo's hands, the Ring is safe, and Sauron may Sensing the presence of the ring, but he could not touch the heart and soul of the brave and loyal hobbit."

Turka couldn't help but think of the one who was so short in stature, but with the toughest heart he had ever seen.

or one.

"He's one of the greatest fighters I've ever seen," he said.

"The hobbit is indeed the most suitable person to hold the Supreme Ring." Gandalf nodded, agreeing with the silver king's evaluation of the hobbit, but at the same time he said: "But they can't keep it for a long time, Extraordinary people can resist that ring and Sauron's power, even wise men can't."

"So, we have only one choice. That is to destroy it!" Elrond said: "Maybe fate has foretold it, but I can't help saying: The time has come!"

Like Gandalf, he stepped out into the starlight, and looked down at the figure in the shadow of the garden, with relief in his gray eyes.He said: "Men of the South have fallen, but hope is not lost. The shadows have occupied Minas Tirith for too long, and it is time for the true blood of kings to return to that white city."

"That's what I want to say." The wizard showed worry and uneasiness: "I have long doubted the origin of the Prime Minister of Gondor, but he has been hiding in the towering and deep seven-story stone city for a long time, not showing his true face. His will and his evil minions influence and rule Gondor. I have always suspected that the death of Turgon II was a conspiracy, a tragedy!"

He said with a long sigh, "But Gondor rejected the wizard's friendship. There have been no wizards walking on that land for many years."

As he spoke, the wizard recited a short poem with strong prophecy:
The positions of the kings have turned from light to darkness, and the man who killed his father ascended the throne and became king!
On the throne, the old heroes become the new prisoners of the Nine Commandments;

His son followed in his footsteps;

But the descendants of the Hu Lin family have hope:

In the northern vales, home of the elves,
The broken sword is reforged, the king returns,
Long Xiao reappeared, and the curse was gone.

The king rests on his seat, and the prime minister returns to his position;
The Holy White City, shining through the ages!

"This is a ballad circulated among humans in the south." The wizard said: "It is said that it was first uttered from the Holy White City! The glory of the Númenoreans is still alive, and people still miss the light in the dark. Boromir and Farah Mir's arrival confirms that. They will bring the truth about the old stories, I have a hunch."

"Indeed it is," said Elrond.

But Turka heard the wizard's dissatisfaction and criticism of him inside.He believed that it was the indifference and inaction of the King of the North that caused the catastrophe that mankind suffered-you clearly have the ability to end the chaos in the human world.

Meanwhile, the garden was silent.

Turka Arakano was silent for a long time before saying, "Everyone deserves the consequences of their choices. You, me, elves, humans, dwarves. Haven't I done enough for this world Didn’t I pay the price for it? How can you hope that every disaster and misfortune in this world will be solved by me?”

At that time, both the wizard and Elrond bowed deeply, and they said: "We dare not question your sorrow, we all know your greatness, but fate chose you, my lord!"

That night, the Silver King sat quietly in the garden, thinking for a long time.

in the mean time.

In the courtyard below, Boromir stepped out of a corner.He gazed at the elf's fine, lifelike frescoes, which depicted Isildur holding the sword of Nasher against the Dark Lord—the elf had not painted the Ring.

Then Boromir walked up to a statue, staring deeply at the remains of the holy sword on the tray above.

"It was this sword that cut off Sauron's finger." He picked up the hilt of the sword, and the blade shone faintly in the cold moonlight. "Anar and Isil." He uttered two words that seemed meaningless to ordinary people, but Aragorn, who was a descendant of the Númenoreans, knew that they meant the sun and the moon.

According to legend, the holy sword of Nasher is described as emitting the light of the sun and the moon.

"You are not an elf, but you are not an ordinary human either." Boromir swung it twice, as if looking for the center of gravity of the sword, and as if testing Aragorn who had been sitting in the darkness. "You know our language, but I have never heard of you. Who are you?"

At that time, Aragorn's gray eyes were like two sharp sword lights, staring straight at Boromir of the Hurin family. "You know who I am," said the Son of Arathorn, no longer young. "Though that name is not my real name. But yes, I am a man of Dúnedain. I have stood against the dark, for the free. Enslaved: In the jungles of Ithilien; by the Anduin, I fought. I am Thorongil."

Boromir was silent for a long time.

Then he put down the remains of Nasher's holy sword and bent over him.It is said that Boromir seemed to understand Aragorn's identity at that moment, but he still had doubts in his heart, so he did not express it.

When he turned and left, Elrond appeared to Aragorn and said: "Aragorn, it is time, the glory of the holy sword of Nasher will bloom again, and the people of Gondor need his king."

At that time, Aragorn stood up and said to the elf who took care of and raised him: "I only hope that freedom and glory will return to the holy white city of kings, whether the king is king or not is not my wish."

"But this is your birthright and duty," said Elrond. "Lord Turka and Mithrandil both agree."

Aragorn couldn't help but looked up, looking at a certain garden above his head.

　Thank you for my insolence, crying and waiting for someone to look back, Sajia is a delicate flower, I have seen your little bear, zxfbai, the arrogant marshal, the man who bears the mistakes of this world, the monthly ticket for falling into the stars, shrimp roll rice.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)