Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 206 The Ring Is Destroyed
Frodo only felt as if he had entered a world of black and white, in which everything was gray except for the brilliance of the wizard in blue in front of the Gap of Doom.His main body is a huge ray of light, but there is an ominous darkness inside.Just one look, and Frodo felt trembling all over, and all hope was gone from him.

He looked at Noratu Arakano again, and he also saw a dazzling figure. The handsome face of the son of Turka was like lightning, and the silver elven armor and white hair reflected the dazzling starlight. He held a sharp The sword, but it is like holding the moon upside down, and the majesty is like Vera.

He and the dragon Smaug and the blue wizard fought together, and with each blow there was a storm of magic, a torrent of fire, and even Orodruin trembled under their power.Coupled with the continuous falling molten fireballs in the sky, it is set off as if the end is coming.

Charles.

Frodo staggered to his feet with an effort of will, but then fell to his knees again.With difficulty he raised his eyes to the dark slopes of Mount Doom towering above, and then began to crawl forward pitifully on both hands.The hot and poisonous air burned his lungs, and the steep mountain was so rugged that the sharp rocks even cut his palms and knees.But he dared not stop at all.

Because the moment he put on the Supreme Ring, Sauron was aware of his purpose.It is said that at that moment, Sauron cast off all strategies in his mind, all woven webs of fear and betrayal, all strategies and wars.A tremor spread through all his kingdom, his slaves cowered, his host hesitated, his generals suddenly lost their direction, lost their will, wavered and despaired; All the living who heard his dreadful cry were terrified;
Feeling the wrath and terror of their master, Sengar and the other Ring Spirits immediately let out a heart-piercing howl and whirled back, desperately flying to the east, flapping their wings and rushing towards Mount Doom, faster than the wind.

I can't stop.

Sauron's terrifying fantasy was roaring in his ears and even in his heart. Countless hellish scenes were emerging before his eyes. When they didn't work, all kinds of beauty and hope occupied his heart again.

It's fake, it's fake.

Frodo wept and climbed up.Every step seemed to consume a part of his vitality, and every step made Sauron howl in anger and horror; but he still persisted.In front of him, a long causeway slowly climbed up to the east side of the volcano.From there the road wound upwards, skirting the broad hills from south to north, and at last climbed to a dark entrance--it was high up in the cone, and Samathnaul the Chamber of Fire was at the end of the road.

Valar bless, Frodo didn't even know how he did it, when he climbed the tall cone of Mount Doom, he became bent and old, with a face like a dead man, as if he had passed through a hundred years old hobbit.

Looking at the dark cave like the entrance of hell, Frodo couldn't hold on any longer. He took off the Supreme Ring with all his strength, fell out of the nether world, and fell before the gap of doom.

The blue-robed wizard noticed the figure of the hobbit, and he made an indescribably terrifying sound, trying to return to the doomsday gap, but Noratu bravely attacked from the ground.

He ran like a fawn among the rugged mountains, nimbly dodging the wizard's attack; although the blue-robed wizard was powerful, and the storm that rolled up covered the sky and the sun, Smaug also flew through the air and spit out a The violent dragon flames of Huanghuang blocked their way to the gap of doomsday.A large piece of red and black water mist shrouded the entire mountain cone of Orodruin in a miserable mist.

There are many songs about the deeds of Noratu Arakano and the giant dragon fighting against the blue-robed wizard on the top of Doom Mountain: the battle between the three shook the sky, the flames and thunder splashed, and the roar destroyed the main peak of Orodruin. Tens of thousands of hectares of lava spewed out from the ground, and the smoke and black shadows covered the sky and the sun.The Dongyi people on the Gorgoroth Plain ran wildly, and their mournful howls echoed in the Ash Mountains and Shadow Mountains, spreading far away.

In the end, the dragon's blood was sprinkled on the top of Doom Mountain, and the wizard's chest was pierced by Noratu's long sword Rinjill. A dark shadow screamed sternly, jumped up from the crippled body, and wandered in the air. Like a ghost.

At this time a strong wind from the west blew away the smoke of doom, trying to sweep it away, but it fled, eastward, and the thunder roared far away.This era is no longer heard.

On the other hand, before the doomsday gap, Frodo's heart was occupied by all the fear, and he couldn't move forward. It seemed that there was a terrible ancient demon staring at him, and it seemed that a tragic fate was waiting for him ahead; Zhuoguo and Primula's son are fighting each other, and they can't control themselves.

He lingered in front of the doomsday gap for a long time, his footsteps as heavy as lead.The ring on his palm burned his skin, and he could even smell the burning.

Alberis!Gilsonnell!
save me!
murmured Frodo, as if speaking in a dream, and with his other hand felt a glass bottle in his bosom, "Yes! How have I forgotten? The light when all lights were extinguished! Now indeed there is only Only light can help us."

He slowly reached into his arms, and then slowly raised Galadriel's crystal bottle.For a moment it shone only faintly, like a rising star struggling to break free from the thick fog that hung over the earth.Then, as it grew in strength, as hope rose in Frodo's heart, it began to burn, and burned into a silvery flame, like a little heart made of bright light, as if on the brow Eärendil himself, bearing the last Silmaril, followed the trail of the sunset light from high above.The darkness receded before it, until it seemed to be a light and clear crystal ball with a light in the center, and even the hand that held it high was shining with white fire.

Frodo gazed in amazement at this incredible gift, which he had carried with him so long, and which he had never imagined to be of such great value and power.

Aiya Erendil Elenion Ancalima!

he cried, but he did not know what he said, for another voice seemed to speak through his mouth, clear and unaffected by the foul air of the pit.

In an instant Frodo's heart was aflame.Regardless of whether it was stupidity or despair or courage, without thinking, he held the starlight bottle high in one hand and the Supreme Ring in the other, and walked steadily towards the crack that represented death and darkness step by step.

But when he stepped into the darkness with one foot, all life and hope outside, the wind of Shire and Bilbo's kind face were all left behind. As a dark thing, the light of the starlight crystal bottle is the only light here.

In the darkness, he tentatively took a few steps forward with fear, but suddenly found that he was in a cave or tunnel, the ground and the walls on both sides were split by a huge crack, and the strong red light was on At the end of the road, it jumps up for a while, and goes out for a while and sinks into the darkness.

The darkness was colder than ice, and more dreadful than all fear, and even with Galadriel's crystal phial Frodo was terrified.With every step, he seemed to feel a pair of cold yellow eyes lurking in the darkness, and they were watching him.The belief in love and hope supports his efforts to move forward, even if his step is actually just a small distance.

When he broke through the darkness and came to a long staircase, the bottle was pale and cold in his trembling hands, unable to emit any light in the suffocating darkness.

Ah, he has come to the heart of Sauron's kingdom, to the smelting place he established when his power was the most powerful in Middle Continent in ancient times, where all other powers are suppressed.

Frodo was panting violently, his will had collapsed, his sanity had already been ashes, and with his last strength, he walked step by step to the tip of Samathnaul's stone platform.

Finally, a red light jumped up again, and the whole of Orodruin trembled. Against the strong light, the figure of Frodo, the Hobbit of Shire, was black, tense, and straight, but he did not move. It was moving, as if it had turned into a rock, quietly standing where Turka Arakano had stood 78 years ago.The Supreme Ring glowed violently in his palm.

No one knew what he was thinking. He raised his hand and looked at the ring in his palm. All he saw in his eyes was the small, golden ring.The eyes were greedy and fierce, and all the tenderness and kindness of the past disappeared.

"I have come here to save all good and living life in Middle-earth," he said, "but I choose now not to do what I set out to do. I will not finish the operation. The Ring is mine !"

Ah, in the end, the son of Drogo and Primula was finally tempted by the Lord of the Rings, just like in 3441 of the Second Age, it tempted Isildur, the son of Elendil at that time.Because the Ring of Sauron was forged here, no mortal could resist its strongest temptation.

But is it not unreasonable for fate to make the son of Drogo and Primula the ring-bearer?

Suddenly something struck Frodo so hard on the back that he couldn't keep his feet, and he fell sideways, slamming his head on the stone, and lay still, unconscious for a moment.

"Thief! Hobbit thief!" cried a dark figure, pinching Frodo's throat with his long, cold, bony fingers. "No, it is my treasure! Don't try to destroy our treasure, it is ours. Yes! Die, die, hobbit thief!"

At this time, fate made Frodo let go of the ring in his hand, and it rolled to the edge of the stone platform with jingling bells, and the fire at the bottom of the abyss awoke in anger, blazing red, and the whole cave was filled with dazzling power. Light and heat.

As a result, Soi Ying's heart seemed to be attracted by a magnet, he stared at the small ring tightly, and let go of his cold long fingers.Like a thin dog that has been hungry for many years, he quickly rushed to the ring, and held the key in the palm of his hand at the end.

"Baby, babe, babe!" cried Gollum. "My darling! Oh, my darling!" he cried, lifting his eyes triumphantly to his prize.

Many, many years ago, Gollum was captured by Sauron. After a series of inhumane torture and interrogation, he confessed the words Bilbo Baggins and Shire, and then his whereabouts became foggy. Among them, no one knows.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that Guru had been imprisoned by Sauron in Mordor, in the dark and hot mountain of Mount Doom, and only provided a little leftovers for him to act as the last guard of the Demon Lord.Just because Sauron knew that anyone who was seduced by the Supreme Ring would not be able to escape the control of the ring. He would always be his slave and the best guard.

So Gollum lived cruelly in the dark, not as a man, but as a slave, until fate swallowed him up.

Frodo saw a thin, hungry, haggard fellow, with only a handful of bones encased in a sallow skin.There was a wild and fierce light in his eyes, that was another self; but at the same time, a voice sounded in his heart: No, there is still a chance.

Then Frodo stood up trembling.

What have I done?
Frodo was almost in despair, I failed, I lost to the Lord of Darkness, his evil has soaked into my heart, and I can't resist.

But then, his palm touched something else.At this moment Galadriel's crystal phial burst into light like never before, and it kindled a hope in Frodo's heart: If it is my duty, then let me put this wrong back in order.

Frodo looked at him as if he were looking at a man standing at a distance.The poor thing's malice had been absorbed by all Sauron's rings, and he cared for nothing but their darling. "Gollum, fate has brought you and me here. You and I are slaves to the ring, but I will not let this end sink into despair!" said Frodo. "Let us end this, This is our end. Farewell, Shire! In Mount Doom, the end is near."

As he spoke, he summoned up his last courage and rushed towards the poor and hateful creature, wrestling together in the flames and earthquakes.Suddenly, they tilted their bodies, swayed a few times on the edge, and fell down with a scream.From the depths came a wailing cry of "Baby" and then disappeared.

As if sensing the end of the world, the entire Gorgoroth Plain and even Central Continent heard a loud bang, followed by a loud and chaotic sound.

Noratul and Smaug heard it in the rain of fire;
Aratu of Minas Tirith and the generals of the West heard;
Turka of the Nouyin-el-Lodgon line heard;

Elrond and Bilbo of Rivendell heard;

Galadriel of Lothlórien heard;

Chirdan of Grayhaven heard;
Théoden and Éowyn of Edoras heard;
Every warrior determined to fight against the darkness heard it; so they raised their eyes and saw a fleeting scene——

The dark clouds are rolling, and there are towering towers and battlements in the clouds, sitting on a powerful mountain base that suppresses countless potholes; huge courtyards and dungeons, prisons without window holes rise like cliffs, and impenetrable steel doors are wide open .Then, everything disappeared.Towers collapsed, mountains crumbled; high walls collapsed, melted, and collapsed; huge columns of smoke swirled and rose, and steam gushed and rolled up and up, until they formed monstrous waves in the sky, and then overturned and rolled wildly The top of the wave crashed to the ground.

Then, at last, across the league by league of land came a roar, growing louder and louder, becoming a deafening roar; The top of the mountain spewed out.In an instant, thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, and black rain poured down like whips.

In the center of the storm came a cry that tore through all the clouds and pierced all the din, and the Nazgul came, shooting like flaming arrows, but caught in the soaring flames of the avalanche, and they were burned Crackling, withering and dying, vanishing into ashes.

　On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, I wish all the lovely book lovers the best of luck and happiness forever!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)