Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 202 Rose Lorien

Frodo never imagined that one day he would ride a dragon.Even, apart from the Arakanor family, he is almost the only mortal in Middle-earth who is lucky enough to have a dragon as a mount.Even those ancient kings and heroes could not do what he is doing now.He and Bilbo were destined to be among the greatest mortals of the age.

On old Smaug's back and on his long, powerful neck were barbed spikes, and his scales were as hard and cold as if he sat on a thousand-year-old ice, and Frodo clung to him. He hugged the No.17 barb on Old Smaug's back tightly, and the strong wind blew him full of fear.

"By all the Bagginses, I don't like it," screamed Frodo.

I saw that as the old Smaug shook the huge wings of nearly 120 meters, a dragon, a half-dragon half-elf hybrid, and a hobbit went straight into the sky.

At this moment, the world seems to shrink and fall into silence.Dark streaks hung low in the eastern sky, like thick smoke rising from a great fire.The rising sun illuminated the dark clouds from below, burning dark red flames, but in a short while the sun climbed above the dark clouds and rose into the clear sky.The tops of the Misty Mountains were covered with a golden glow.

Now Smaug has grown bigger and bigger, the original golden-red scales have almost turned dark red, his jaw is powerful and huge, and his thick nostrils will continuously emit black smoke even when he breathes.

"Shut up, little thief, it's not your business. I am Smaug, the earth should tremble under my strength, the sky is tearing at my roar, I kill dwarves like ants, men The kingdom burns in my flames, and the proud elves never dare to look at me."

"But look, first the cursed 1000-year-old thief stole old Smaug's treasure, and brought Turka... master! Well, I hate oaths, I don't... Iluvatar !"

Old Smaug's voice was full of anger and malice, and Frodo, who was already frightened and restless, could hardly help fainting. He was extremely afraid that he would fall from the sky, and then he felt that he would be like a cake hang on the ground.

But what is strange is that the old dragon, who was still full of anger, was talking about the famous oath that has been sung by the whole of Central Continent. His curse and his anger were all stuck in his throat like a mouthful of old phlegm.

"Smaug, you must swear, this is as you have witnessed with the Mighty Ones!" Noratu clenched one of the old dragon's barbs, hugged the hobbit tightly with one hand, and shouted.

"Light!"

The dragon Smaug howled angrily, and his roar echoed endlessly over the Misty Mountains like thunder.

Frodo felt better at last, Shire, and it was ridiculous that Smaug, being a wicked dragon, should call forth the light.That oath was true.he thought so.

Then Frodo looked eastward, and he saw a vast and unknown land, the vast plains of Rohan, and the ruins of Orthanc where the steeple had been.Looking down from the sky, the originally emerald green Essinger Circus is now covered with disgusting black spots here and there, and occasionally black smoke can be seen curling up.

Looking north, he saw an unexplored forest.That is the legendary Fangorn Forest.It is endless, and the dense canopy is like a green ocean, rolled up like crumbling waves, swaying on the ground with the wind;
Looking south, the Aisin River stretches out like a ribbon below, and the white mountains that stand upright look small and hard, like a row of broken teeth;

Looking west, he saw the vast and desolate Enid region, the deserted land was bare, only hills and countless swamps, and there were no people for thousands of miles.

Looking eastward, the river was just below, and it fell like a cataract of Rauros down into a foaming abyss, with a rainbow shining in the mist.He also saw Ethir Anduin—the huge delta of the great river, where countless seabirds swirled and danced like a cloud of white dust in the sun, and below was the silver and green sea, filled with endless waves.

However, no matter which direction he looked, he could see signs of war.The Misty Mountains were as crowded as an anthill: cavalry galloped across the plains of Rohan, and Men from the East streamed forward: swordsmen, spearmen, archers, chieftains' chariots, and wagons laden with baggage.All the power of the Dark Lord is at work.

Elves, humans, and dwarves are fighting to the death with ferocious beasts.The lands of the Eorls were in flames, and clouds hung over the proud horsemen, and the borders of Rohan were filled with smoke.

Then he saw Minas Tirith.It seemed far away and beautiful: white walls, many towers, beautiful and proudly sitting on the hill.Its battlements gleamed with steel, and from its towers flew countless bright banners.But he wasn't thrilled.Because he knows that an evil demon king is occupying the city of human hope.Under the beauty, there are many evils, the light is shortened, the shadow is lengthened, and the shadow hangs over the white city.

And farther to the east, past the crumbling bridges of Osgiliath, past the grinning gates of Minas Morgul, and past the evil Shadow Mountains, saw Gorgoroth , in the Vale of Terror in the land of Mordor.In broad daylight, the land was shrouded in darkness.Flames flickered amidst the smoke.Doom Mountain is burning, and thick and smelly smoke is rising.

Frodo gasped for breath, clutching the ring around his neck--Frodo felt it grow heavy and hot as his eyes fell on the great white city .When he looked at the blazing Mount Doom, all hope abandoned him.

Noratu found a shadow covering the hobbit, and this evil even made him feel extremely uneasy, so much so that he held the hobbit's hand tightly.

Yet Frodo could not even feel the pain, for the Ring had warped his mind, and knowing that they were going to destroy it, it let out a sliver of its evil power, and made Frodo see much that he could not otherwise see things, let despair fill him.

Smaug also sensed the evil power on his body. It twisted its huge body uncomfortably, and almost fell from the sky.

"It's a heavy burden, little thief, old Smaug can help you, let go, if you ask. Old Smaug has plenty of gold, of course, or the gems of the elves, like a mountain, wise People should know that it is better to choose all the jewelry you can hold than to hold something that does not belong to you."

Frodo had heard it said or sung of the Dragon's Treasure before--of Bilbo's adventure, and he had seen it in the book Bilbo was writing, and the dragon's voice was like a spell, His imagination deepened, and he seemed to see piles of precious treasures, cast and uncast gold, gems and jewels, like mountains, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could grasp them.

Then Frodo hesitated even for a moment, and almost took his finger off the ring, and was about to assent.But Noratu's voice sounded at the right time: "Shut up, dragon, you swore to serve the Arakano family, and this oath will never pass. This is not a power that you can get your hands on. I order you: Fly to the east and don't hit it again Be careful! Or the oath will burn your mind and drive you mad! Yes, you know it will."

At the same time, he loosed his grip on Frodo, and tried to save the hobbit's heart, crying out on the wind: "Frodo, let courage flow through your heart, and do not yield to it."

Three powers were at war within Frodo, and the poor Hobbit convulsed so violently that he nearly fell off Smaug's back.

Immediately afterwards, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear an exclamation, and then he couldn't remember anything.

When he woke up, he found himself on a clean white bed with extremely comfortable pillows and a roof made of vines and tree branches and leaves above his head.Compared with Elrond's exquisite room, it seemed closer to nature here.A fresh but alive force embraced him.

He froze for a while, then sat up.

"I hope I have not returned home to Elrond," thought he. "Alas, I know the weight of the responsibility, but is it so difficult even to set off?"

"It is indeed a great responsibility, Frodo, and no one can do it better than you." A voice sounded in his heart, and it was like a spring that soothed his anxiety and fear. Heart.

Frodo paled, and hastily reached for the ring around his neck, and found it hanging on the silver chain, cold and motionless.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to look around, but found that there was no one in the room.

He also saw that a new set of clothes was properly placed on a table beside the bed, so he walked over, put them on, and walked out of this strange room.

Then his eyes lit up.

Under the hazy sky at dusk, all he could see were some mallon trees, taller than any he had ever seen.Those trees are unfathomably high, standing in the twilight like living towers.

On the many layers of branches, among the ever-swaying leaves, there are countless lights shining, some are green, some are gold, and some are silver.

And standing there is the largest tree among all the trees. Its thick and smooth trunk is as shiny as gray silk satin. Under the dense clouds of leaves.A wide white ladder wraps around the tree and extends to the ground a thousand feet below.

Below the big tree is a wide lawn, and a fountain in the center is shining brightly.From the branches of the surrounding trees hung many silver lamps flickering, illuminating the fountain, whose waters fell into a silver basin, from which sprang a stream of whiteness.It's breathtakingly beautiful.

"I know you have many questions, son of Drogo and Primula," said the voice, "and I will answer you if you find me."

Frodo hesitated for a moment, seeing no sign of any living beings here, but something made him less worried.If this isn't the home of an elf, then my brain is that of an orc.Drogo and the son of Primula thought so.

He walked down the white ladder from the palace in the tree.

The evening star had risen now, and was shining brightly over the woods to the west.

Relying on the feeling in his heart, Frodo walked up the paths paved with stone slabs, and their sides were always covered with beautiful flowers, so it was hard not to be noticed.But he couldn't see the inhabitants, he couldn't hear anyone walking on the path, and he didn't know where all the elves had gone, which made him extremely disturbed.

And, where are Noratu and Smaug?
He believed that the exclamation before he fainted must belong to the second son of the Silver White King, but he couldn't figure out why he came here.

If my expectations are correct, this should be the city of Galazmen. Apart from the legendary city of elves, I can't think of any place more beautiful than this place.

But his aching head prevented him from thinking much, and in a trance Frodo descended a long flight of steps, and descended into a deep green depression, where the silver line of light rose from the fountain on the hill. A creek, gurgling, flows through here.

At the bottom of the hollow, on a low pedestal carved into branches, stood a wide, shallow silver basin, with a large-mouthed silver jug ​​beside it.A beautiful and dignified lady who can hardly be described in words stood beside the pedestal, looking at him with a smile.

"Charles."

Frodo stood where he was like a statue of stone, looking at Lady Galadriel dreamily.

"Welcome to Karasgarathon! Frodo," said the Queen of the Tree People, and her voice was sweeter than the sweetest nightingale that ever lived, and her beautiful hair was bound in a beautiful crown.When the starlight fell on it, it actually exuded gold and silver. "I am Galadriel, but I think you should have guessed it."

"I don't understand." Frodo said awkwardly, looking extremely restrained. He bowed to the noble lady in a panic, then raised his head and looked straight into the lady's eyes: "beautiful Galadry Er, Queen of the Treemen, my journey should not have come here, but I am."

Galadriel gazed into the eyes of the Bearer of the Ring, until Frodo could bear no longer the pressure in the starry eyes of the Elven Queen, and bowed his head.

"You understand, Frodo." Galadriel smiled, and she beckoned the Hobbits to come to her. "The power of the Ring makes you weak, and anyone who underestimates it is foolish, but you know, It is your duty. Smaug harbors a greed for it, and it hurts you. Young Celadorien came to seek my help, because it is not advisable to go back, you can only go forward, until it reaches your destiny."

Frodo could not help but clutched the silver chain round his neck, for he saw the Queen's eyes resting on it.

As if he had guessed what he was thinking, the smile on Galadriel's face became even more subtle. "You are right to fear, Frodo, none can resist its power. Not the Elves, nor the dragons! The sons of the Silver King will be seduced by it, too, and the mighty might proudly think that They can control Sauron's weapon, but in truth it has no master but the Lord who forged it."

Frodo watched in horror as the Elven Queen stretched out her long jade arms, brushed the silver chain around his neck, and stopped on the cold little gold ring.

　On the first day of the Lunar New Year, dear book lovers, Happy Year of the Tiger!
　　
　
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