Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 197 Adra Hill

We should not forget that Gandalf was Edoras who left early one morning.The Jieying he is riding is a real treasure horse, and it is no joke to travel thousands of miles a day. Even the elf horse is not as good as it.In the entire Middle Continent world, except for the holy spirit Nahar, it is the fastest among the creatures on land.

According to rumors, it is a descendant of Ferrarov, the wild horse tamed by the founding king of Rohan.He is the leader of the Meyeras horse herd.And legend has it that the ancestors of Mearatha were brought to Middle-earth by the Vala Orome from the Blessed Lands.Before Gandalf came along, no one was able to tame Javelin, so it was never ridden by anyone.

In addition to expressing his gratitude to the wizard, King Theoden gave this horse to the wizard because no one in Rothirr could tame it.

One person and one horse galloped along the North-South Avenue at high speed, the dark world rushed by, and the wind whistled loudly in my ears.To the right, far in the distance against the sky are vast shadows of the receding southern mountains.

Look.

They passed through Anorien, and along the Forest of Dru'Adan they flew with astonishing speed.

The guards of Kael Andros could only see a clump of gray shadows galloping from the west, and the clatter of hoofs was fleeting.

In the sky, the stars are moving; wizards and Jieying are traveling in the starry night.

They don't rest for a moment.

Finally, the sky gradually brightened.

Now to Gandalf's left spread a sea of ​​mist, rising into the bleak shadows of the east; At Shi'an, the great river broke through a huge barrier and carved out a huge valley.

Moreover, the huge black shadow of Mount Mindoruin at the end of Ered Nimrais, the white mountain range, and the narrow valleys on the high place showed dark purple shadows, and the towering mountains became whiter and whiter in the dawn.

Minas Tirith, the city of kings and viziers, stood on the protruding knee of Mount Mindoruin, and its seven walls of stone were hardened by cold and heat, so strong that they were hardly built by man, but were born of giants carved out of the skeleton of the earth.

The city wall gradually turned from hazy gray to white, and was slightly reddish in the morning light.

Looking at the long-lost holy white city, even Gandalf couldn't help but lose his mind.He stopped Jieying and stopped on a dirt slope by the roadside.

Jieying stood dripping with sweat and steaming all over his body, but he held his head proudly high and seemed not tired.

The magnificent city not far away is one of the most magnificent creations built by humans in the west. It is the crystallization of the wisdom of elves and the power of humans.

But the sun climbed above the shadow in the east, sending out a ray of light that was illuminating Baicheng's face.

Behind the long wall of Ramath Ehor, the Tower of Ecthelion, which stands in the highest wall of Minas Tirith, shines against the sky, shining like a long pearl and silver. The needles were tall, beautiful, and well-proportioned, and their dazzling spires seemed to be made of crystal. The snow-white banners fluttered and fluttered on the battlements in the morning breeze, and a clear silver trumpet sounded from a high place, echoing in his ears.

Gandalf couldn't help chanting an ancient poem aloud. It was a passage of a certain magnificent poem passed down in the age when the heroes of Gondor had not yet fallen, explaining the glory and decline of the Holy White City.

The translation into our familiar language is this: Gondor, Gondor!From the mountains in the east to the sea in the west!

The west wind blows, the ancient palace,
Once the light of the silver tree fell like rain.

Towering city walls, bright white towers!
The crown is crowned with wings, and the throne is made of gold!
Gondor, Gondor!But I don't know when I will see the silver tree again,
On the edge of the mountain and in the corner of the sea, the westerly wind is coming again?
The sound alarmed the humans in Ramas Ehor, and the dim light of torches and fires could be seen here and there in the morning mist.The guards all raised their heads and looked north, their eyes showing vigilance.

So, Gandalf took another look at the holy white city that was shrouded in shadow. In order not to startle the snake, he could only drive the shadow and ran straight from the east of Ramas Ehor.

The staff was also hidden, as the wizard was wrapped in a heavy cloak that cast shadows all over his body.Therefore, the human beings after Ramas Ehor did not realize his true identity. They only saw a gray figure galloping past from the north, heading for the southern coast without stopping for a moment.

The gray-robed wizard rode Jieying for three days and three nights without sleep. He crossed the Erui River, crossed the Sirith River, and crossed almost half of the Lebennin Plain. The estuary of the confluence of the Serni and Gilrain rivers - Linhir

These rivers all originate from the southern foot of the White Mountains and are the main rivers in the Kingdom of Gondor.The town of Lynthir is located between the borders of Belfalas and Lebennin, with Dol-en-Elnir and Dol Amroth to the northwest, and the Anduin River to the east after passing through most of Middle-earth. , the delta washed out into the sea, along the mouth of the Anduin River, is the port of Pelakir.

In addition, Linhir is the place where Aragorn led the army of the dead in the original history to defeat the pirates and Harads of Umbar who occupied this place.

Looking at the ruined human town in the sea breeze and twilight, Gandalf did not enter this desolate human gathering place.There is a river beach and a pontoon bridge across the river to the west of Linhill Town.One person and one horse walked along the pontoon bridge and turned to a lonely hut somewhere about half a league away from the town.

The hut has no fence, two rows of beeches are planted in front of the house, and a wooden bench for rest is placed at the door.Not fancy, but solid.Like the door to a cottage.Behind the house was a stable with a large sorrel horse.

The sound of the horse's hooves alarmed the people in the house, and Gandalf could see the figures flickering under the orange light, and the people inside seemed to be watching the coming people vigilantly through the window.

"Hello, I'm a traveler from afar. I wanted to go to Etillond, but it's getting late since I've been traveling. If I can, I'd like to ask the owner here for a glass of water." The wizard said loudly.

The room was silent.

Suddenly, the door was opened.

A tall, strong man with a handsome face came out. He was wearing a gray shirt, brown trousers, and a pair of comfortable boots.His hair was black, and he had very piercing gray eyes.

"Ethil Longde has long been abandoned. Wouldn't it be a lie to say that he went there? As a traveler who came to ask for help, this makes me have to doubt the motives of the person who claims to be a traveler."

They looked at each other quietly for a while, and then laughed together.

The wizard lifted the cloak on his head, and jumped down nimbly from the shadow, "Adrasil." Gandalf stepped forward and warmly embraced the former prince of Dol Amroth.

He once participated in the first War of Light with Exelion the Fallen, and he also witnessed the fall of the old prince, and because of his righteous words, he was eventually led by Exelion himself to lead an army to destroy the family—— Adrasil of Etillond showed a long-lost smile.

"Mithrandil," he said, "what brought you to this remote seaside town? I have not seen my old friends for many days, and I cannot help but be delighted to see you here."

They entered the small but warm cabin and sat down at a table made of thick oak.Jieying automatically stayed outside, gnawing the green grass in front of the house leisurely.

Gandalf found that Adrasil was more resistant to the erosion of time than ordinary humans, as if these decades had not left traces on him, his eyes were still sharp, and his appearance was the same as many years ago no big difference.

But at the same time, the wizard also noticed the sadness and hatred buried deep in his heart.The old wizard said meaningfully: "My old friend, your appearance has not changed much. It seems that the elven blood is still flowing in the master of Dol Amroth."

Adrasil looked at him, with a strange expression on his still young face, as if he was remembering, but also seemed to be angry.Scenes of stories from many years ago came to his mind.At that time, he was still so young and full of vigor, and he was the heroic and handsome swan knight in people's mouth.

Flowers and compliments are what he should have had.

But everything changed after his old partner and later fallen Exelion captured the ring of the Demon King on the evil black tower.

Thinking that his homeland, relatives, parents, and people were all turned into ashes under the iron hooves of his fallen companions, and he was the only one who survived Dol Amroth, Adrasil couldn't help but said: "The people here are terrible. I don’t care about being noble or not. The fishermen of Linhill care more about how to catch enough food and clothing before the sun sets. I don’t care much about elves, nobles, and citizens! If not, I wouldn’t be hiding here Years without being discovered by the shadow of Minas Tirith!"

"Wizards don't look for a poor man who has to work hard for three meals a day for no reason. At least, that's not all I've heard." Gandalf's dark eyes flickered. "My friend, the story of reminiscing about the past is indeed It doesn't mean much, but what I'm about to say next is not just about you alone. Didn't you hear the great trumpet? It was the silver king's cry of war against the darkness, and it told us all that the darkness was coming In the past, the light of hope will once again bloom in that sacred city of kings and viziers."

But Adrasil said: "I heard it. Turka Arakano is willing to go out of his royal city, stop ignoring the sorrow and longing of the people on this land, and rescue it. This is indeed an extremely exciting event. news. But what does all this have to do with me? My grief is irretrievable, my hope is dead, my hand has not even held a sword for years, and I hide my name so that I will not see the old sorrow repeat itself .”

"I hear your resentment, my friend," sighed Gandalf, "but I cannot help saying that your accusation is too harsh. Were we not all witnesses to what happened that day? Master Erka has done what he should do as much as possible, but the enemy is obviously hiding deeper than we expected. At that time, we did not know the true face of the enemy. Moreover, you did not tell us the truth .”

The room was silent.Only the fireplace was crackling with sparks.Adrasil sat upright for a long time, guilty and mourning in silence.

"Indeed." He said, "It all stems from my own cowardice. It was I who caused Exelian to fall in darkness and confusion, but failed to save him."

But Gandalf knew that he was only bound by an oath and could not betray his old companions, so he said: "The past is gone, Adrasil. If there is a price to pay for it, it can only be Sauron hiding behind. Yes, Boromir and Faramir have told Elrond and Lord Turka the whole truth, and I was there."

"Besides, didn't you suggest that they go to the Northlands and seek the help of Lord Turka?" Gandalf said, "It can be seen that your heart is still bright, and Exelian was also killed in the Battle of Doom." Exiled back to the void, it is impossible to reappear under the daylight in a short time."

However, Adrasil keenly sensed a hint of sadness in the wizard's tone, and he couldn't help asking: "Mythrandil, I also heard about the rushing horn a few days ago, please tell me, I Did the advice of the day create a new tragedy?"

Gandalf's originally bright eyes darkened slightly, and he thought of the heroes who died in battle, and the blood shed outside the valley and on the plain of Westfold.But he couldn't bear to deceive Adrasir, so he sighed and said: "Boromir slashed the Witch King of Angmar heroically, but the hammer of the Nazgul King shattered his breastplate. He died in battle!" The descendant of Isildur, the son of Arathorn, avenged Sauron's top fighter with the reforged sword of Nasir."

It is said that even the warmth of the fireplace could not warm Adrasir's heart at that moment, and the shadows enveloped him, making him look old and sad.

"And the other one? Faramir?" he said.

The wizard is extraordinary, but he does have some noble qualities. He couldn't bear to stop talking: "Falamir was devastated because of this. He challenged his grandfather alone. His heroic fighting spirit moved tens of thousands of soldiers."

"But he failed, didn't he?" Adrasil covered his face with tears in his eyes.

It is difficult for us to know the mood of the Swan Knight when he rescued the two brothers at the seaside that day, but one thing is certain is that Adra Hill must have some kind of affection for the descendants of his old partner, maybe There is also a trace of nostalgia for old partners.

After all, Minas Tirith never canceled the title of Prince Dol Amroth.

In addition, in the battle of collapse, Exelian did not personally kill his descendants, so it is difficult for us to say whether he has completely fallen.

Thinking of the once close partners and everything that happened to them, Adra Hill couldn't help crying. "Exelian, Exelian, when will you and I get out of the shadows. The fate of the gods and us is too cruel."

"About fate, we shouldn't judge too much." Gandalf sighed and said, "But I don't think we should despair prematurely. If you really listen to all my narration, you should know that another wave of hope is coming. Rise up, my friend."

"And Faramir is not dead, that's all I can say."

Only then did Adrasil calm down.He did hear the name from the wizard's mouth.Know his purpose.

That night, they talked for a long time, about the war between the north and the south, about the return of the descendants of Isildur to Gondor, and about the whereabouts of the Lord of the Rings.At last, Adrasil followed the wizard and left the hut by the sea, mounted a fast horse, and galloped northward in the night.

(End of this chapter)