Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 191 Arrival at Edoras
Before going to Edoras, Aratu ordered that the war dead be buried separately.Among them, the remains of Boromir and Erkenbrand were brought to Edoras.

The northern generals were either buried on the spot or brought back to Anuminas to be buried in the royal tomb.

Enemies were burned and covered with mud.

The bodies of all the fallen, with their armor and weapons, formed a great hill in the middle of the plain of Westfold, which could be seen even from afar.The Elves called it "Hauz-en-Enden", "The Hill of the Fallen", also "Hauz-en-Nirnath", "The Hill of Tears", and the famous one in the First Age. The mound has the same name.

Later, the grass on this hill grew the greenest and densest.No wicked man dares set foot upon the hills where the swords of Men and Elves rot and return to dust.

Third Age, 3019.

The first day of June.

A huge army is marching southward along the North-South Highway.There are elves and dwarves among them, and what's more, an ancient creature that looks like a big tree but has two feet is also among them.Of course, the largest number of them are still the humans in the north.

In the air, the chill grew heavier.The darkness in the east gradually faded into cold gray.Far to their left, over the dark barrier of Emyn Muil, flashes of red light burst forth.The clear dawn came.A gust of wind swept across the road ahead, rushing across the low-bending green grass.

"Look!"

Eomer, who had woken up the day after the War of Annihilation, shouted, "There is Edoras, the capital of the Rohir people!"

Aratu and the others raised their eyes and saw in the distance the Meduseld Palace standing high on a hill, surrounded by ditches, solid parapets and barbed fences - as the world sang , the roof of the temple seems to be paved with gold, the light it reflects reaches far, and Aratu can even see the golden rubble on the roof of the temple.

"I can feel that this place doesn't look like it is shrouded in darkness." Aratu said to Éomer. "People's expressions are very calm, and they only have smiles on their faces."

Éomer didn't know that his sister had overthrown the sycophant. He was surprised by the description of the eldest son of the silver king. He straightened up on his horse and looked into the distance.

Sure enough, although the gate of the king's capital was closed tightly, the guards of the city gate were calm in their urgency.

"My sister, what have you done?" Éomer was surprised. You must know that the atmosphere in the capital was not like this before he left.At that time, Edoras didn't say that everyone was in danger, but joy and smiles were far from the people of Rohir.

"Among the descendants of Eorl, women can also go to battle." Gandalf said meaningfully. "Maybe here, we will have unexpected gains."

Aragorn always felt a little uneasy.Because he felt that what the wizard said seemed to be aimed at him.So he wisely chose to keep his mouth shut.

When they came to the stream, the morning light was bright, the weather was clear, and the birds were singing.The Northern River flowed swiftly down the plain, turned a wide bend at the foot of the hills, and flowed eastward across their path, where it emptied into the Ent, which was thick with reeds in the distance.

The land was very green, with many willows growing in the moist meadows and along the grassy banks of the stream.

In this southern land, those willow trees have felt the approach of spring, and the willow branches are already red.There was a ford in the stream, where the banks on both sides were trodden down by the crossing horses.From there the army waded across the stream and came to a broad, rutted road leading to high ground.

At the foot of the hill surrounded by parapets, there are many tall green mounds.These tombs are the final destination of the successive hussar kings and their successors—the grass is full of small flowers, like countless stars in the sky.

"Behold," said Gandalf, "we have come to the great tomb where the fathers of Theoden lie."

"There are seven tombs on the left, and nine on the right," said Eomer. "This is the history of the descendants of Eorl. Since the Golden Temple was built, mankind has passed through many long generations."

Orofenwe had no dealings with men until he returned to Middle-earth.The Teleri elves did not participate in the War of Wrath in the First Age, because at that time they were extremely angry with Fëanor and the Noldor of his family who started the kin slaughter, so regarding what happened on Beleriand, they Just heard from other relatives.For the legendary second-born children, he was both surprised and proud of the elves.

"This period of time is but a fleeting moment to the elves," he said.

"But to the hussars of Rohan, that is a long time," said Aragorn; "the building of this palace is but a memory in song, and the years before that are lost in the In the mists of time. Now they call the land their home, their own, and their language is different from that of the Men of the North."

Then he began to chant softly in a slow tongue which neither Orofenwe nor Fintin the Second knew, but which they listened to, for there was a strong rhythm in it.

At the end of the song, Éomer first thanked Aragorn, and then said, "Many people don't like horsemen, and think that we are all rude and reckless who deal with horses and animals all day long, but in fact we have our own. Culture and belief, our language is like the land itself, some parts are undulating and rich, while other parts are as hard and unyielding as mountains, sonorous and powerful."

The first half of the words were addressed to Orofenwe.Olway's eldest son glanced at him, but did not speak.The latter words were addressed to Aratu.At that time, many people knew that the future of the human world was in the hands of this young prince.

The eldest son of the silver-white king sat on a tall snow-white war horse. It was an elf horse, completely white without a trace of variegation.He didn't wear a helmet, but a mithril forehead crown. His golden vertical pupils were majestic and intimidating. The armor on his body was extremely exquisite. The blue royal cloak hung behind his shoulders, and the emblem of the Dragonborn family on it was lifelike.

At that time, all the generals surrounded him, and no one could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

"I could hear the sadness in the song," he said.

"It is true," said Éomer. "It was written long ago by an unknown poet in Rohan, remembering how tall and handsome young Eorl rode down from the north on his horse. His steed, 'Flock Fellarov, the father of the horse, flapped his hooves like wings. The men here still sing this song at night. In the Common language it is sung thus:

Where are the brave horsemen now?Where can I hear the long sound of the trumpet?
Where is the high helmet and iron suit now?Where is the bright blonde fluttering?

Where is the master of poetry and qin now?Where does the red flame shine?

Where is Chunhuaqiushi today?Where is the ear of wheat thriving?

Everything is going on, like light rain on the hills, and wind on the grassland;

The setting sun falls to the west, hidden behind the mountain.

When the dead wood is burned out, who will collect the long smoke?
Who can see, when the years go by and the West Sea will return? "

Ferdinand II muttered, "I don't like this song." His hair and beard are braided, and his personality is more like Dain II than Bahrain.

Gandalf looked at him, and said: "The Dwarf has his hammer and his song, but the Rohirr has his pride too. We should not judge at will."

Ferdinand II curled his lips and remained silent.

So the generals passed over the host, talking and passing the silent tomb, and along the winding road up the verdant shoulder of the hill, and at last came to the broad wind-wall and gate of Edoras Before—Treebeard and his people did not follow because the Ents were too tall and intimidating.

"Stop, this is the royal city of King Theoden, why did you bring a large army here!" the guards shouted in Reedmark's language, ordering the strangers to report their names and intentions.

There was surprise in their eyes, and they looked at the leader, Aratu, in awe and joy.They looked at the army outside the city again, with somewhat disturbed expressions.

"Please let me go, my compatriots." Éomer came out in the same language and said loudly, "I am the son of Éomund, Éomer. If you still recognize me, you should know, Here are the reinforcements I have brought, to save us Rothir."

"Eomer!" A guard replied in surprise, "It really was you! Then the battle in the distance was indeed won by the side of light! What the princess said is true!"

Eomer was even more surprised. He said, "The princess you're talking about is my sister? Where is she? What happened in the royal city?"

"I am willing to explain to you, but the order I received is: welcome the victorious Westerners here!" The guard bowed deeply to Alatu: "Excuse me, I am as honorable as you, but Tur Son of Kar Arakanor?"

"It's me!" said Aratu.

An uproar sounded in the crowd at the right time, and someone immediately blew the horn of welcome, and opened the city gate to welcome the western generals.

So, Aratu left the tree man and others, and only took Orofenwe, Gandalf, Gamir, Aragorn, Ferndin II, and Éomer under the leadership of a guide, and entered this Los Angeles. The royal city of the Hill people.

They set foot on a wide path paved with polished stone slabs, winding upwards for a while, and climbing a short section of carefully built stairs for a while.Many wooden houses with black doors are on both sides of the road, and a stone canal with clear water rushes past the people on the left.

Aratu could see that as the horn of welcome sounded, many people opened their doors and windows and looked out curiously.But as he said before, the expressions of the people here don't show too much panic and anxiety, as if the shadows covering this place have dissipated.

Even if there is a huge army stationed outside the city.

Finally, they reached the top of the mountain.

Here, the Hussar King's guards immediately came up to meet them. Many of them had golden hair, braided and hanging down their shoulders, green shields decorated with sun emblems, and long chain mail shining brightly. dazzling.

"Ahead is the gate of the Great Hall," said the guide. "I must now go back to the gate to be on duty. Farewell! Your doubts will be answered here."

He turned and quickly walked down the same road.The generals climbed up the long stairs under the watchful eyes of those tall guards.The guards were standing tall and silent, until Aratu stepped onto the stone-paved platform at the end of the stairs, and they suddenly opened their mouths and greeted them politely.

"Glory to you who have come from afar!" they said, turning the hilts of their swords to the travelers in peace.Green gemstones glisten in the sun.Then, a guard stepped forward and spoke in the Common Tongue.

"I am the Gatekeeper of Theoden's Temple," he said. "My name is Hama. Before you enter the gate, I must ask you to leave your arms."

"Hama!" Eomer exclaimed in surprise, "It's you!"

"It's me." The guard captain showed a long-lost smile, and they hugged each other intimately, telling each other the joy of reunion.Until everyone looked at Aratu.

"I would like to respect the authority of a king." There was no smile on the handsome face that was very similar to their parents, and there was a colder light in the golden vertical pupils than their father: "I don't intend to provoke others. But at the same time, here One should also seriously consider whether it is wise to casually embarrass another king."

He put the sword Aranus with its scabbard in front of the captain of the guards, and said: "This is the sword made by the high elves and given to me by my father. Since it was unsheathed, it has killed all the monsters and treacherous people in your mouth. My generation, I don't think you are qualified to touch it."

As if in response, Orofenwe also raised his sword.

There is no doubt that it is also a legendary elf sword.Embellished with precious stones, it is magnificent.

Then, Gemil and Aragorn also showed their swords one after another.

Among them, even though Anduriel was in the sheath, there was an inexplicable chill faintly.

"This is a broken and reforged sword, first forged by the dwarf artisan Tirha in the distant past. Anyone but the heir of Elendil who draws the sword of Elendil will suffer A fatal disaster." Aragorn said: "This is not a threat, but a kind reminder."

Fintin II laughed loudly, raised his ax and warhammer, and said loudly: "The dwarves' weapons may not be as legendary as those of the elves and the sons of the silver king, but they are also sharp enough. Maybe you can try them."

The faces of Hama and others who were already frightened by Alatu's astonishing momentum changed suddenly.

Gandalf sighed: "Your Highness, why make things difficult for them." He untied the sword in his waist and said politely: "Okay, okay! Everyone here is friends, or should be friends. We fell out. The only reward is the ridicule of the enemy. Come, Hama, loyal guard of King Theoden, here is my sword, keep it safe. It is called Glamdrin, and was forged by the Elves long ago."

Each one is a legendary weapon, each one is like an ancient king, and King Theoden's guards are all uneasy.

Only Hama bowed to everyone and said: "You seem to come from that forgotten age on the wings of ballads! But please forgive me..."

At this moment, the door of the Golden Palace suddenly opened, and a pleasant voice came from the palace.

"Just let them in."

(End of this chapter)