Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1064 1046. Familiarity

"What enemy?"

As soon as Gandalf finished speaking, Saruman spoke in surprise, as if he could not understand Gandalf's words at all.

"Where are the enemies?"

Saruman raised his hands and opened them, looking left and right, and what he saw was the beautiful scene of Rivendell, peaceful and tranquil.

Those beautiful woods protected by magic were even more beautiful at this time under the mixture of dawn and moonlight.

The air is fresh and there are occasional birdsong.

"These are days of peace and good cheer, Gandalf. Do not talk nonsense and stir up alarm."

Saruman patiently advised his old friend.

"Sauron has failed, Gandalf. He will never recover, nor will he gather the powers of the Darkness again."

"The last time he allowed the forces of darkness to sweep across the world, it was because of the legacy left by his former master, Morgoth, that greatly strengthened his power."

"And now, he has been completely defeated! In the Final Alliance Battle!"

"That was truly the 'final' battle!"

Saruman spoke slowly.

Lan En also pieced together some clues from these words.

The dark forces in this world seem to be accustomed to revolving around a certain powerful entity, manifesting themselves in the form of legions and forces.

The dark enemy of the previous generation was Morgoth, who increased the power of his army and created monster races such as dragons.

It sounds like he was exiled by Western powers in ancient times and reached the realm of emptiness.

According to the context, it is equivalent to being thrown out of the world.

And Sauron, Morgoth's former servant, inherited Morgoth's legacy and became the new dark enemy.

However, they were also beaten to a state of complete destruction by the so-called 'Last Alliance'.

If these claims are indeed correct, then perhaps these days can truly be called 'peaceful years'.

But amid the roar of the waterfall on the cliff, Gandalf put his hands together on the stone table and looked sincere in the face of Saruman's questioning.

"The elves of the world forged three rings
The Stone Hall Dwarves received the Seven Rings

Shou Ding ordinary people observe the nine precepts."

Gandalf first spoke a verse in a low and solemn tone, and then said.

"We all know why Sauron, as a fallen Maia, was so easily destroyed on the battlefield - because he concentrated all his power in the ring!"

"And now, of the seven rings of the Dwarves, four were destroyed by the dragon's fire. Two were taken back by Sauron himself before he lay dormant in Mordor. And now the only one that remains is worn by Thorin Oakenshield's father, Thrain."

".It disappeared along with Serlain himself not long ago! Just a few decades ago!"

"Is this really a coincidence that this happened during the 'Years of Peace', Saruman?"

According to what Lan En knew during this period, the narrative poems among the elves.

The elves call the creator god of this world [Eru Ilúvatar], the most supreme and benevolent.

In the process of creation, Ilúvatar first created the Ainu, that is, the gods. Then Ilúvatar directed the Ainu to sing the great movement of creation and create the world.

After the creation of the world, Ilúvatar and the Ainur entered the newly born world of Arda from the void one after another.

The fourteen strongest and kindest Ainu were called "Vera" and "Veli" according to gender, and the rest of the Ainu were collectively called "Maia".

Sauron is the fallen Maia, that is, the 'god who fell from the great music of creation'.

Galadriel and Elrond remained silent, but Saruman made a rebuttal.

"But without the ruling ring of the most important one, the Ring of Power! The remaining rings are of no value to Sauron at all!"

"In the past, the dark enemy hid his identity and mixed into the camp of good people. He spent his strength and creativity to create many powerful and beautiful rings, and then gave them to the great kings and heroes of various races."

"Then he secretly forged the most powerful and evil One Ring, so that he could control all the rings and those who wore them. He became the darkest enemy after Morgoth."

"He is just a lousy gambler and conspirator! He puts all his conspiracies and power on the ring! Without the One Ring, he can do nothing!"

"And that ring fell into the Anduin River when Isildur was killed by orcs not long after the beginning of the Third Age, and sank into the ocean with the rolling waves."

Elrond happened to walk behind Saruman at this time, and he was also persuading Gandalf.

"Mithrandir, we have had peace for four hundred years, a peace that was hard-won and always guarded."

“Is this considered peace?”

Gandalf said in mock surprise.

"Trolls are coming down from the mountains, robbing travelers on the eastern roads. Orcs and wargs are raiding everywhere, pillaging villages and destroying farmland!"

"But this is not a war, Gandalf," Elrond retorted. "It is not grounds for the return of the Darkness. Even this intensity is not even a sign."

With the support of Elrond, Saruman spoke with more confidence.

He spread his hands and looked at Gandalf helplessly.

"You are always like this, making trouble out of nothing and full of suspicion! And you make everyone jumpy. This is obviously a good time!" But when Elrond and Saruman opposed Gandalf together, Lann straightened his body and stood up from the stone pillar he was leaning against.

Then he stood behind Gandalf's seat.

This is a statement to some extent.

"Please allow me to say a few words? Since I am already a participant."

Elrond was polite and stopped talking the moment Lann stood over and nodded to him.

The young witcher looked at Saruman.

"In addition to what Gandalf said, I must state that Radagast and I also saw something very wrong in Mirkwood. There are also rumors among the people living around the forest."

"Wait, Mirkwood? What is that place?"

Saruman asked in confusion, and Gandalf opposite him explained.

"You have not cared about that place for too long, Saruman. It is the Green Forest, as people now call it by its new name, because it is creepy and very appropriate."

"Okay, so Green Forest can scare people like this just by changing its name?"

Saruman didn't care and smiled at Lan, but the smile was shadowed under his hooked nose.

"Go on, young Lan. Tell us more of the rumors spread by the woodcutters."

Lann showed no emotion at all in response to Saruman's arrogant speech.

This bit of trash talk is still far from strong enough.

"The residents say that Dol Guldur has a necromancer who can call back souls from the world of the dead."

Saruman tilted his head impatiently.

"This is absurd! Do you think there is a necromancer who can drag men from the halls of Mandos?"

"In my opinion, this is just a mortal pretending to be a ghost! At most, this mortal has learned some black magic or witchcraft to scare people."

Facing Saruman's questioning, Lann spoke calmly.

"I saw this with my own eyes, Radagast and I."

And looking at Saruman's frozen mouth, Lann then patted Gandalf on the shoulder.

"Besides, we have brought physical evidence. Produce it, Gandalf."

Suddenly, Lan felt a gaze directed at him. It was Galadriel, who was not a talkative person in the meeting.

Gandalf pursed his lips, reached into his arms, took out the dagger wrapped in leather by Radagast, and placed it on the table.

The leather rope that wrapped and tied the sword had been removed by Gandalf in advance, leaving only a piece of leather loosely wrapping the sword.

As soon as it was placed on the table, Elrond looked at the thing in surprise, as if he could feel the evil power inside it even through the leather.

"what is this?"

Elrond murmured in shock. In the previous two weeks, Gandalf had not revealed the news of the dagger to Elrond, perhaps because the White Council had not yet begun and no one was present.

The Elf Lord, in shock, slowly walked over to Gandalf's side of the stone table and reached out to lift the loose leather cloth.

"That is." At some point, Lady Galadriel also walked to the stone table where Gandalf was sitting and spoke softly.

"A relic of Mordor."

When Elrond heard this word, he almost subconsciously retracted his outstretched hand a little, but then he stretched it out again without hesitation and immediately lifted the leather cloth.

The pure black dagger appeared again, emitting an abnormal chill.

"This is the sword of Morgul!"

Elrond said with almost a sigh.

Galadriel's tone remained calm, but there was a hint of coldness in it.

"This is the sword made for the Witch-king of Angmar and buried with him. After the defeat of the Kingdom of Angmar, the Northmen found the Witch-king's body and tools and sealed them under the rocks of the Rhudaur Plateau. The tomb is buried deep and never sees the light of day."

"But it is impossible!" Elrond said, bending down and resting his hands on the stone table. "How could the tombs be opened if they were cursed?"

"Don't jump to conclusions yet." Saruman pursed his lips and said, "First, prove to us that this sword may not have come from the tomb of the Witch-king in Angmar?"

Lan En then frowned slightly and pointed at the black dagger lying quietly on the table.

"Okay, now you need to prove where the evidence came from?"

"What else, young man?" Saruman said matter-of-factly. "This is a matter of great importance to the world situation, so of course we must be extremely cautious."

"You haven't experienced the cruel and dangerous past, so you can certainly speculate about things with frivolous thoughts, but we are different! We have a heavy responsibility on our shoulders! We must find out everything before we can draw a conclusion!"

"But forgive me for being frank." Now, Lan En found a sense of familiarity in this world.

This familiar feeling, in the magical Middle Ages, was 'exchanging tree spirit scalps for money' and 'remote kingdoms selling arms to both sides of the war'.

Before Saruman.
"I think you are trying to appease the enemy, right? Mr. White Robe Wizard?"

(End of this chapter)