Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 170 About Love
Standing in the starlight, Turka looked at Aragorn's graying black hair and slightly stooped tall body from above, and something that he had forgotten for a long time emerged in his heart.

"I can feel your heart becoming restless." A melodious voice sounded like music from behind.It's Arwen. "My lord, what is it that makes you so sad?"

Even if Turka didn't look back, he could still imagine how sacred and dazzling the elf princess's beautiful figure was under the starlight, but his heart didn't waver.

With the departure of his wife, Fenner, those little bad tastes from many years ago also disappeared.For this reason, he even returned the Elessa gem to the gentle and beautiful princess many years ago.

But obviously, the development of things was a bit beyond his expectation.The Elessa gem is still in Arwen's hands, and her relationship with Aragorn is not what he thought.

"I suddenly feel very tired," said Turka, star-studded eyes piercing the darkness of the horizon, piercing the steep mountains to the south.There, some kind of ominous shadow is covering the vast land, as if evil is rising.

"The world is changing, but I am getting old. This old age does not refer to my age." Turka raised his slender hand, and saw that the dragonborn's hand was crystal clear, with a hidden streamer.

Cooperating with his majestic and vast golden vertical pupils, under the starlight, the former alien soul looked so sacred and great.

"Valinor is calling me." Turka turned his head and said softly.

"But this place still needs your care." Arwen gently caressed the dragonborn's cheek as she did many years ago, trying to soothe the king's sorrow, "Your children and subjects have not yet come to part with you."

Turka's eyes lightened slightly.

He really wanted to leave, but he couldn't bear to make this beautiful and gentle princess sad, because his heart was indeed given to his wife Fenna Silier at that time.But Turka is very grateful to her for taking care of his children all these years, so he can only say: "But one day, it will."

As if aware of his inner worries, Arwen withdrew her hand sadly.In the days of Annuminas, the daughter of Elrond really only had the heart of taking care of her young relatives at first, but the love of the elves always came inadvertently.

Turka is almost the greatest one in this era, and he is as handsome as the elves, generous and majestic, and his demeanor and character are more noble than many elf royal families. Wherever he goes, everyone's eyes can't help being caught He attracts.

Soon, Arwen's heart also shifted to Turka's body, which was almost destined.And she also noticed the way Aragorn looked at her, and she also knew about the ancient prophecy-we said about the Elessa gem earlier.Thinking that Arwen resolutely gave it to the dragon descendant named Dragon Bourne at the time, it is hard to say that it is not some kind of fate.

She thought about it for a long time; in the end, she only said: "No matter how precious a gemstone is, it is just a dead thing. Finna Silier is indeed luckier than me, and she understood this earlier."

Then he left sadly.

Turka was silent for a long time, and did not ask to stay.

Next day Frodo awoke early, feeling refreshed and as healthy as ever.He walked along the terraced fields above the roaring Bruinen River and watched the sun, lukewarm and powerless, rise over the distant mountains.

The mountains in the east are covered with white snow.The sun shone obliquely on the earth through the thin silver mist, the dewdrops shimmered on the yellow leaves, and the cobwebs in every bush were shining brightly.

Sam walked beside him, not making a sound, but sniffling his nose, looking at the snow-capped mountains to the east from time to time, his eyes full of wonder.

At a bend in the path they met Gandalf and Bilbo, sitting on chairs hewn out of the rock by the roadside, talking deeply. "Good morning, Frodo," said Bilbo, "are you ready for the great meeting?"

"I am ready to do anything," answered Frodo; "but what I most want to do today is to walk and explore the valley. I want to climb up into the Pine Woods yonder." He pointed to the far north side of the glen.

"You will have chance later on," said Gandalf, "but at present we cannot make any arrangements. There are many things to discuss and decide today."

They were talking, when suddenly there was a crisp bell. "That's the bell for the Council of Elrond," cried Gandalf. "Come quickly! You and Bilbo will be there."

Frodo and Bilbo followed the wizard quickly back to the house along the winding path.Sam, who had not been invited and was temporarily forgotten, trotted behind.

Gandalf led them to the same porch where Frodo had found his friend the night before.The clear autumn morning light shone in the valley, and there was the gurgle of water from the foam-splashing river bed.The birds were singing, and the valley was peaceful.

It seemed to Frodo that the dangerous escape, and the rumors of the dark growth in the world outside, had seemed to Frodo nothing more than a nightmare.

However, everyone turned their heads to look at them when they entered, and the expressions on their faces were serious and serious.

Frodo saw Turka in the middle. He was wearing a very exquisite robe with intricate patterns like starlight, a mithril crown on his forehead, and a pair of golden vertical pupils that were majestic and sacred.Elrond and several others sat around him, silent.

Among them were the Lord of the Golden Flower and Groin.Turka's two sons were also there, but they were very quiet, looking curiously at everyone present with a pair of eyes exactly like their father's.

In addition, Legolas of Mirkwood sat opposite Gemil, the representative of Gray Harbor, and Aragorn sat alone in the corner, and he put on the old travel clothes again.At his waist hung a sword he had never seen before.

Boromir of Gondor sat with his brother Faramir and Gimli the Dwarf, son of Groin.

Of course, the most conspicuous one is Treebeard in the courtyard.His tall body could even stand outside because he couldn't pass through the elf's doorway.

Elrond drew Frodo to the seat beside him, and introduced him:

"My friends, this is the Hobbit, Frodo son of Drogo. Many people know who he is, but others have not. Let me keep it a secret, for all will be revealed in a moment. But One thing is clear, and that is that responsibility rests on all of you here today."

So, everyone took their seats.

What was said and debated at the meeting need not be exhaustively mentioned here.They related many events in the outer world, especially in the south, and the situation in the vast land east of the Misty Mountains.

Frodo had heard many rumors of these things, especially of the Dwarves, but there were others he did not know.

For example, said Groin: There is something ominous coming from the north, a black wind more unsettling than when Smaug ravaged the Lonely Mountain that day.

"The attack of the chariot men has put the gate of the kingdom below the mountain in jeopardy, but we can still hold on. But this ominous wind makes us feel very frightened. It seems that something terrible is happening. Thorin asked me to mention to you , the dwarves will stick to their responsibilities in Middle-earth, but please don't forget that in the darkest hour, the dwarves also need the aid of all the good camps in Middle-earth."

This really made the faces of everyone present become more dignified.

Turka even turned his head and said something to Gandalf.But Gandalf just shook his head, no more relaxed than he.So the silver king frowned.

"You can tell Sorin that he is not alone." Turka thought for a while, and made his promise: "Soon, Elpera's reinforcements will go to Erebo."

So Groin sat down with satisfaction.

Of course, apart from these, what Elrond said was equally important.Even, this is almost the core of this meeting.He stood up, bowed slightly to the silver king, and said: "Strangers who have come from afar, friends who have been around for a long time, you have been summoned here to deal with the growing darkness. This concerns all of us. , no one is spared."

"But before I do, I want to say: there is a source of all things, and it is in the hand of our Ring-bearer. Frodo, take the Ring from your neck."

　Thanks to the Necromancer Ling, the monthly pass for Dark Injury-003.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)