Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 41 The King's Gift

That night.

The work of clearing up the remaining half-orcs was unexpectedly cumbersome and difficult.

The outcome was decided almost at noon when the scorching sun was at its peak, but sporadic battles broke out in every corner of the city until the night when the stars were rising.

This is still led by the Dunedain who is familiar with the terrain.

Arathorn and his people spent most of the afternoon helping the elves and dwarves to find these fallen creatures with a natural tendency to burrow out of this magnificent city built by the ancient Númenóreans, and cut off their heads.

The sporadic battles gradually subsided until Tyrion hung high in the sky.

However, even Arathorn believed that there were more half-orcs lurking in the dark corners of the city, and unless there was another day and night, these nasty guys could be completely cleaned up.

But obviously, the coalition forces didn't have so much time to delay here, so after a whole day of hunting and strangulation hastily ended, Dragon Bourne issued an order to drink happily.

Although it's just a small bag of mead, plus the elves' marching dry rations, Lambas.

——This is a kind of crispy biscuit with a special taste. It is brownish-yellow on the outside and creamy on the inside. As long as it is completely wrapped in the elf leaves, it can be preserved for a long time.

It is rich in nutrients, nourishes the will, provides endurance, can replenish energy for the eater, speed up the recovery of injuries, "enables people to control muscles and limbs in a way beyond ordinary people", and eating one piece is enough to support a whole day's trek.

In the future, Galadriel of the Golden Forest gave Frodo and members of the Fellowship of the Ring the Lambath as a gift. Thanks to this, Frodo and Sam were able to walk to Mount Doom.

He said so.

"If victory cannot be celebrated, what is the meaning of victory? Tomorrow may be more difficulties and sorrows to greet us, but at least we are together today! Friends, let us raise our wine bags and take a sip, Then get a good night's sleep, tomorrow's journey is waiting for us."

The Dragonborn's speech was warmly welcomed by the dwarves.

These enthusiastic men gathered together, put down the sharp axes and war hammers in their hands, and sang and laughed loudly under the bright moonlight and starlight in the sky.

It seems that no matter how difficult the environment is, they can't extinguish the flame in their hearts.

"You're getting better at talking."

Sitting with the black-haired dragonborn, the dwarf prince, Arathorn and the elf Galdor, Gandalf smoked his beloved long grain leaf tobacco, and put his pointed hat aside.

"Like a real king."

This topic is a little sensitive, and everyone's eyes immediately looked over.

They were now in an abandoned hall in the Ring of Kings, where the Chamber of Elendil was located, the Round Spire, the innermost city of Annuminas.

It seems that it should be the place where the king of the ancient Númenoreans asked his subjects to rest when they summoned them.

The dwarves sat around in the outermost courtyard, laughing loudly, making noise, and singing the little tunes of their hometown.

Except for the guards, most of the elves were quietly distributed in the various abandoned rooms and courtyards of the King's Ring, as if the battle in the morning had nothing to do with them.

It is more than 400 feet away from the lower city at the bottom.

In this regard, Annuminas is not as good as Minas Tirith, because the highest royal court of Minas Tirith in Gondor in the south is 700 feet high from the lowest gate.

This is almost a height that makes mortals despair.

If it wasn't for humans to abandon that magnificent city, it would be almost impossible for external forces to break through such an astonishingly defensive city.

In fact.

Even though it has been abandoned for many years, this tower, which represents the most glorious era and creation of northern humans, still contains amazing magic.Here, the air seems to freeze.

The windows on the giant white tower are like pairs of deep eyes, as if the majestic eyes of the previous king are watching them through endless years.

Coupled with the huge cornerstone and towering minarets, it all gives people a heavy sense of history.

This is also the reason why Grimas did not dare to desecrate this tower in the end.

There is a force that makes it uneasy, a force that makes it fear and covet, and finally forces it not to cast its greedy and evil eyes on this tower of the former king.

Even if it ridiculously calls itself the owner of the steeple.

what.

I say all this because the tower and the city will play a very important role in the long days of Dragon Bourne.

It's just that Dragonborn has not planned to announce it to the public.

"A king?"

Even if Dragon Bourne's tall body just sat there, it put great pressure on Thorin and Arathorn present.

In particular, they all either witnessed or indirectly heard that during the day, the dragonborn broke through the gate of Anuminas by himself, wiped out no less than 200 half-orcs with dragon roar and dragon flame, and directly destroyed them. An astonishing act of morale.

"You can't be a king without subjects."

The voice of the black-haired dragon descendant came faintly, with a hint of indifference, and seemed to be puzzled why the wizard said that.

But neither Thorin nor Arathorn dared to ignore the words of the Dragonborn.

king?
The dwarf prince and the human ranger looked at each other without saying a word.

Especially Arathon, ever since the wizard uttered these words, he could clearly feel the pressure on his shoulders from all directions.

Thinking of the proverb he said during the day, Arathornfo said with deep heart: "The people of Dúnedain are grateful to the Silver King for regaining one of the brightest pearls in Western human history. But the royal power of the Valandil line has long been Lost! The descendants of Isildur will not claim any kingship! If the Silver King is willing to restore the city to its original glory, the people of Dúnedain will be happy to see the birth of a new king!"

"My friends, why do you misunderstand? I don't mean it. Isn't this a friend's drunken chat?"

Dragon Bourne only felt that there was a fire burning in his heart, and the idea on the top of the Twilight Hill became more and more clear.But he was firmly in control.

This is not an appropriate time.

He said so in his heart.

He gave the wizard a reproachful look.

He smiled and said to Arathorn and Thorin: "All these are just the drunken words of the wizard, and everyone does not need to take it seriously."

Gandalf just took a puff of cigarette with a smile, and did not continue the topic.

But even so, Thorin and Arazon present here vaguely felt a fact.

That is, the authority of Annuminas has changed at this moment.

The Dúnedain no longer own the city.

Maybe they can still come and go freely into this city to visit and pay homage to the tombs of their ancestors.

But it cannot be denied that the brightest pearl of the human kingdom in the north will no longer be the private property of the Dúnedain.

However, compared to the bewilderment of human beings, after thinking about the cause and effect of this incident, the dwarves seemed to think that it was not an unacceptable thing, so they did not speak out about it.

And the elves were more than happy to see it.

Their pace has been exactly in the same place since the shipbuilder Cirdan brought the black-haired dragonborn back from the sea.

If the Dragonborn thinks he deserves a crown, why not?
So, from the beginning to the end, the elf Galdo sat there quietly without saying a word, thinking about something.

In the end, only Arazon was tangled and uneasy, and he seemed to feel the eyes of countless former kings falling on him.

However, when he finished those words, Arathorn couldn't help feeling relaxed and relieved.

The Dúnedain have long since lost their honor, and now it is only a matter of time.The former king knew and could not blame himself.

In particular, he remembered everything he had seen in his dream before.

Human beings are also one of them.

he thought.

Fate has allowed the Dragonborn to rule all the races on the Central Continent, and this is just the beginning.

The wise Arathon sighed, his piercing eyes glowed with excitement again.

If you have never owned it all the time, what is there to regret when you lose it?

Thus, in the deep eyes of the gray-robed wizard, a far-reaching resolution was hastily made in the ring of King Anuminas shrouded in the night.

That night.

After hearing this, Fenner found the black-haired dragonborn who was looking at the majestic Elendil Chamber under the starlight.

She asked, "Okriam, do you want to be a king?"

Dragon Bourne did not answer her.

Instead, pointing to the majestic giant tower emitting bursts of gloomy light under the pale moonlight, he said, "Fenna, if I gift it to you, will it be comparable to the elf gem?"

Fenner was stunned for a moment.

A trace of uncontrollable joy appeared on the elf's beautiful face.

"No."

She said: "Although this thing is magnificent, isn't it something belonging to the king? How can it be given to other people as a precious gift?"

"But what if the king wants to?"

There was a smile on the corner of Dragon Bourne's mouth, and those golden vertical pupils looked like two beautiful ambers under the moonlight.

Finner blinked.

"But I hope that this is a unique gift, rather than a cold thing that doesn't know how to get warm or not move."

The black-haired dragonborn was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"you're right."

He turned his head and took the female elf's hand, just like she held his hand back then. "I thought so too. It's not an appropriate gift."

Fenner's face was a little red, but also a little happy.

So the sprout of love took root in the hearts of the two of them, just like thousands of idiots complaining about women in the world, it came suddenly and at the right time.

the next day.

With the dawn of genius, the coalition forces have already set off.

Dragon Bourne left 100 elves and 2 Dúnedain rangers here to wipe out the remaining half-orcs.

The rest went straight to Fornost, which was the last stronghold of the orcs in the north except Carndum.

Two hours after the departure of the army, Galdo of the Vanguard sent a message back.

"We encountered a group of Dúnedain who claimed to be the people of Arathon, led by Hal Barad."

Arathon was very happy to hear that.

"Hal Ballard did not disappoint me, he brought reinforcements," he said.

Dragon Bourne, who was riding on Nahar, glanced at him and asked the elves who came to report: "How many are there?"

The elf replied: "They all rode tall horses and carried swords. There were 120 of them."

Dragon Bourne nodded, and he said to Arathorn: "In this case, please ask the son of Aladdor, Arathorn to lead this part of the people. I believe that the heroism of the Dúnedain will definitely make the evil suffer. !"

"That's right, my lord."

Arazon said solemnly: "Our sword will defend the light, this is the oath of all of us!"

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