The Heavens: The Magical World Begins with The Lord of the Rings

Chapter 90 Entering the Lonely Mountain
"Prophecy, what prophecy?" Thorin was a little confused.

Indeed, most of the races in Middle-earth don't know much about prophecy.

That's because most of these prophecies were handed down from powerful elves.

In the world of Middle-earth, the fate of the race of elves is firmly bound to the "Ainu's Grand Movement", and their fate is already doomed in the Grand Movement.

Therefore, those powerful elves will always touch the veins of fate unintentionally.

This is why, from time to time, prophecies about a certain event, a certain race or a certain person will come out of their mouths, which is actually their interpretation of fate.

These prophecies are often relatively obscure and difficult to understand, and even when they first appeared, they were simply nonsensical words.

"You have never thought about why the information on the map of Gushan is recorded in the Sindarin language written in runes, whether it is plain text or the content hidden in the moon text." Gao Yuan explained his speculation Come on.

"Sorin, why did your grandfather record the clues about the secret door of the Lonely Mountain in the Sindarin language that the dwarves can't understand after leaving the Lonely Mountain?"

"If it's for the sake of secrecy, just use the moon text to hide it. After all, those who secretly peep at the treasures of Gushan don't know what the moon text is."

Sindarin is a language that was passed down in the ancient era of the Two Holy Trees. Nowadays, even most elves do not know how to pronounce Sindarin.

Only a small number of people still master this language, and all of these people are the most powerful existences in this world, and they have all lived countless years.

Such as Galadriel, Gandalf, and Elrond.

"All of this is not meaningless, it is an inevitable result."

Gao Yuan continued to add: "They all point to one result, that is: the map is hidden in moon characters; what is recorded in the runes is actually a prophecy!"

That's right, this sentence is actually hidden in moon script; written in runes; prophecy in Sindarin!

Sorin's grandfather, who made this map, must have met a powerful elf when he led his people wandering around.

He learned the prophecy from the mouth of the strong elf, so he made this map and recorded the prophecy on this map.

I hope that some of his descendants will follow the guidance of this prophecy and find the way back to Gushan.

"When the thrush strikes, stand beside the gray rock, and the gradually setting sun will shine on the keyhole with the afterglow of Durin's day." Gao Yuan slowly read the words recorded in the moon text .

"We just need to wait here quietly for the arrival of that lovely thrush bird. It will be beating something here." Gao Yuan has already expressed all his guesses.

He smiled slightly, then looked at the sky that was gradually sinking into darkness, and pointed to the top of their heads with his finger.

"And don't forget, the moon hasn't risen yet!"

Thorin looked excitedly at the sky.

The sun has been setting for a long time, but the silver flowers of Telperian have not yet appeared in the sky at this time. This reminds Sorin and others of the saying widely circulated in Middle-earth: Telperian Ryan is always late.

Tirion, who is driving the moon ship, is a restless helmsman, always unwilling to follow the correct trajectory.

This makes the moon sometimes appear at the same time as the sun, or disappear together.

"The day of Turin hasn't really come yet!" Thorin shouted excitedly into the sky.

Bilbo took the lead and applauded Gao Yuan's wonderful reasoning, which led all the dwarves to applaud Gao Yuan together.

The applause of the crowd made Gao Yuan a little embarrassed. He just deduced the reason based on the plot he knew well and combined with his knowledge of Middle-earth.

The dwarves finally started at this moment, let go of their impetuous hearts, sat by the gray rock, quietly waiting for the moon to rise, and the prophesied, thrush bird appeared in front of their eyes.

Fate did not make them wait too long, and sure enough a thrush flew in front of the dwarves.

The thrush had a big snail in its mouth. It flew unscrupulously in front of the expedition team, knocked the snail in its mouth on the rock, and tried to break the snail's shell.

"Kada!"

"Kada!"

As everyone knows, every time it hits, it's like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the dwarves.

The clouds that permeated the top of the lonely mountain gradually dissipated, and when they were all focusing on the thrush, the moon had come to the top of their heads at some point.

A reflection of the moon, the afterglow of Turin's sun, passed through the sky and fell on the rock face in front of the dwarves, where they happened to be at the moment.

Everyone heard it, and there was a very clear click sound - a small piece of rock fell from the mountain wall.

Just under their gaze, a small hole suddenly appeared three feet from the ground.

The afterglow of the setting sun of Turin Day is short-lived, and everyone was worried about losing this fleeting opportunity, so they rushed towards the gray rock wall one after another.

"Key, key!" cried Bilbo excitedly.

Even Bahrain was no longer calm at this time, he shouted Sorin's name: "Hurry up and take out the key with that map, this is our only chance."

The other dwarves made way for him, and Thorin stepped forward quickly.

He tremblingly reached into his collar, took the key that Gandalf gave them from around his neck, and inserted it into the keyhole that suddenly appeared.

The key was inserted into the keyhole smoothly, and as Thorin's fingers turned, the key also turned.

There was a soft "click" sound from the rock wall.

Immediately afterwards, the moon and the moonlight disappeared at the same time, and the thick night shrouded the land again.

Sorin didn't push open the door immediately, but looked at Gao Yuan who was standing behind everyone smiling.

"I think this moment should be completed by you and me, Mr. Gao Yuan. Without you, we would not have successfully discovered this gate, and Bilbo, you are also with us." Thorin said.

Bilbo was flattered to hear Thorin mention himself.

The three of them came to the secret door together and pushed the door together. A part of the rock wall was loosened, revealing the whole picture of the secret door.

This is a huge stone door five feet high and three feet wide, which opens slowly and silently.

Before they opened this secret door, no one would think that there is really a secret door on this rock wall, and there is no trace of artificial excavation on it, and it fits perfectly with the gray rock wall. Gao Yuan had to be impressed by the craftsmanship of the dwarves.

A dark smoke poured out from the stone door.

When the smoke dissipated, what appeared in front of their eyes was a pitch-black cave that could not be reached, leading directly into the depths of the lonely mountain.

At that moment, everyone fell silent, and they looked at the cave in front of them in disbelief.

"Aribo," Sorin murmured.

After a lapse of 170 years, the dwarves once again set foot in the underground city in this lonely mountain.

At this moment, Bahrain could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, and he began to cry hoarsely.

Sorin stepped forward and hugged him tightly, wanting to comfort his brother and old friend.

"I never imagined that in my lifetime, I would have the opportunity to re-enter the lonely mountain and set foot in the hall of our ancestors."

Indeed, Bahrain was already 170 years old at this time, and he was only seven years old when he left the Lonely Mountain. Although in the third era, the average age of dwarves was about 250 years old, but nowadays there are very few dwarves who really lived to that age.

Especially after experiencing all kinds of hardships such as escaping from the Lonely Mountain, wandering in Middle Earth, and the Battle of the Moria Mine Pit, many Lonely Mountain dwarves did not even live to be a hundred years old.

In the mines of Moria, during the battle with the half-orcs led by Azog, the Turin dwarves were severely injured. There were not one adult dwarves who left the lonely mountain after that battle.

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