Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

"In the mortal world, cultural differences and conflicts often lead to changes, and changes are precisely what the elves fear—changes that cannot be controlled and deviate from the source."

——Ogriser, Taherit, Psijic Order
***
Ai Liti paced back and forth in the room anxiously, with a trace of uneasiness on her beautiful face.Perhaps she was proud, dissolute, and vicious.Like a black widow who likes to hide in the dark and spray deadly venom on the enemy.But it is undeniable that she is the most beautiful woman in the frontier.

Through the windows of the family's towering villa, Aliti could see that the mountain where Dibella's temple was originally located had long since disappeared, and the chaos in the city could be clearly heard even in the heavily guarded villa of the Silver Blood family.

She listened for a while, and there was silence outside the door.Aliti carefully opened the door, covered her face with a cloak, tiptoed through the dim corridor, and the long stairs, and left the Silver-Blooded Family's residence along a secret passage unknown to the servants. .

At this time, there were terrified people everywhere in Markas, and the guards threatened the people on the street with weapons, fists and kicks, driving them away, forcing everyone to return home.But believers fell to their knees, praying to the Holy Spirit and begging for forgiveness.They didn't know what happened, but when the majestic divine power descended from the sky directly destroyed the mountain peak where the temple that originally enshrined the Holy Spirit of Creation was located, the whole city seemed to be swept away by a hurricane, and people were instantly terrified .

Malicious gangsters took the opportunity to spread terrible rumors. They laughed and broke into innocent people's homes and shops with hideous faces, arson, robbery, murder, everywhere, and the entire business district and poor areas fell into chaos and turmoil Among them, only the mansions of the dignitaries can guarantee a little peace for the time being.

Along the way, Aliti avoided several heavily armed guards and fleeing people.She stood on tiptoe carefully, avoiding the water and mud in the alley, but there was always some terrible "something" that painted the hem of her cloak a disgusting color, but even so, she was steadfast Go to the destination.

Finally, after turning a street corner, the familiar yellow pointed roof of the Silver Blood Inn appeared in her sight.She vigilantly hid in the shadow of the corner, looking at the hotel.But unfortunately, the hotel was brightly lit, and the noise inside even reached here.But what makes Aliti hesitate is that there are no guards guarding here.

This can't help but make the Silver-Blooded Daughter wonder, haven't the 'moles' acted yet?

Just as Aletti Silverblood was hesitating, she suddenly saw the farmer's son who had been with the charming outsider during the day poking his head out of the hotel.He looked around cautiously, suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he ran out of the hotel.

"Aletti...Miss." Little Rojatus said submissively with a shy face.

The silver-blooded woman who deliberately exposed half of her face pretended to be anxious, her big eyes were full of heartbreaking worries, she held the farmer's son's hand, and asked worriedly: "Are... are you all right? The city suddenly became chaotic, I am very worried..."

Little Rojatus's face was almost as red as an apple, and he stammered, "I'm fine...I mean, everyone is safe, Mr. Klepper let Boi and Orava guard the front and back doors ..."

Aliti listened to little Rogatus talking about everything that happened in the hotel like peas, her pretty face flushed slightly, as if she was surprised by his story.This made the farmer's son even more excited, his eyes involuntarily fell on the hand held by the silver-blooded daughter, and his heart beat very hard.

"Great, everyone is safe and sound." The Silver-Blooded Daughter let go of little Rogatus's hand, patted his chest lightly, and tears welled up in her eyes, "Then he, I mean, your companion ..." Aliti looked shy, "Is he okay too?"

Little Rojatus suddenly felt an uncontrollable jealousy, especially when he saw this girl who was as beautiful as a gorgeous butterfly looking at him with tears in her eyes. The simple farmer's son only felt a sense of depression Anger rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead, "You said Turka... my lord?" He said in a muffled voice, "He's fine."

Aletti Silverblood's eyes were bright and clean under the moonlight and starlight, she blinked, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

……,……

As mentioned earlier, Islaen, Turka, and the poor Mr. Assassin found the mark of the Lord of Enslavement and Domination in that weird old abandoned house.

"Shul! This is too ominous! This is the mark of the father of vampires! We should leave!" Nargis gasped as he hissed at the magic mark that shone with an ominous red light, and backed away again and again.

Turka glanced at him and seemed to be mocking, do you also believe in Songgard?But it was more because he was thinking, what happened tonight didn't look right, and he always felt that he was caught in some kind of plot again.

Markas, the abandoned house, could it be... no, the timeline doesn't match...

"I don't know why you are here," Islan turned around and said seriously: "If possible, I ask you again, leave! Leave forever! Don't come back again! This is our battle, not yours. "

"But this thing really connects us," Turka said. He could feel that as the magic swordsman recklessly detected the mark of a certain Lord of Annihilation, a strange force enveloped the dilapidated abandoned house. .This power is now evil, so filthy, it is not the origin of this plane, but from a deeper plane. "Whether we want to or not," he said.

"What?" Israel looked surprised.But at this moment the ascetic's face turned pale, and it was said after a long time that it was Stendhal who was looking through his eyes, and the power of the Holy Spirit rose within him, and he cried out: "No , he's coming, he's here."

"Weak, they are weak, you are strong, kill them, smash their bones, pull out their skins! Please me! Obey me! I will give you strength!" A terrible voice sounded in everyone's ears , This voice is like a mourning crow, or like a screaming dying goat, sharp and hoarse, but full of powerful temptation.It is the desire of your heart, the darkness in the deepest part of your heart, the fall, the killing, the shadow of falling into darkness.

Almost at the same time, Stendhal's believers became terrified and uneasy, "Don't listen to its voice, it is tempting us!" The ascetic clenched the amulet hanging around his neck, calling loudly to the Lord of Mercy asylum.

"Kill them! Otherwise, you will be the one to die!" The voice became furious, and a terrifying shadow suddenly erupted. The light cluster on the ascetic monk's head flickered a few times before disappearing.

"May Stendhal have mercy! This is not an ordinary demon, we need support!" The magic swordsman's detection spell disappeared, and he shouted dripping with sweat.

The others looked at Israeln.

The Redguards only felt that they were deeply mired in the quagmire. The shadow was like a storm, rolling and squeezing wantonly in the small space. The pots, pans, barrels, tables and chairs in the room were In front of this terrifying force, humanoid things flew up and down like rags, like hell.He struggled against this terrifying force, and under this force, Stendhal's brilliance was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time.

"No, Lady Weaver! I believe in you, and I beg you to protect me from being swallowed by the Lord of Enslavement and Dominion!" The assassin turned and fled, his legs shaking like chaff, and his one eye was filled with deep fear.

Turka glanced at him, but didn't stop him.He shook his head.Looked surprised and heavy hearted.The power behind this voice is the most terrifying since he was reborn and crossed. Even Sauron, the Dark Lord, is not as cold and terrifying as this voice.

But Turka Arakano is proud. Although he has never said it, what the Silver King did in Middle-earth really made him full of legends. Among the many legends of Arda, his deeds are the most Shocking.Moreover, there is a burning power in his soul, which originates from his world, and after being blessed by Yiru Iluvita, it appears arrogance, radiance, and its own magic.

Therefore, the dragonborn from another plane was very angry, and his voice was like thunder, which made the strange broken house tremble. "Shut up," he said.

The other party seemed very surprised, and the originally frenzied storm couldn't help but stagnate.But soon, the voice became more violent and terrifying. "Kill them! Crush them! Either you will die, or they will die! Choose! Choose!" Things in the room flew around and smashed with ping-pong-pong noises. above the soul.

"We..." The Brighton man opened his mouth, his eyes wandering. "I don't want to...no..."

"Can't listen to it!" Israeln yelled.

The magic swordsman covered his head in pain, unable to speak.The female Nord Solenie Jurad was pale and almost vomited. She leaned on the wall tremblingly and almost fell down.

Turka heard a scream.is the escaped assassin.

"We have to leave." The ascetic monk Duran's voice was full of fear, "This is... this is..."

Turka also felt dazed and frightened for a while.But a group of flames erupted suddenly from his soul, it was as brilliant as the booming Doomsday Volcano, and as violent as the raging Sea of ​​Belegail!This flame is the secret fire in Yiya, the source of life beyond the first-born children (elves) and second-born children (human beings)!It is the shackles of an older plane!

It hides in the soul of Turka, just as Iluvita carved it and blessed it, so it becomes vigorous, tough and clear; it is the crystallization of two worlds, unless two creations The brilliance of the World Music Chapter turns from prosperity to darkness until it finally dies, otherwise it will last forever!
Turka cannot control the flame because he has not yet understood the greatness.But he is indeed on the way forward.Uncontrollably under the blessing of this blazing flame, his consciousness became divergent and violent.His eyes flashed, his soul broke away from the shackles of his body, and touched a wider world.

The world became transparent and colorful before his eyes.Matter decomposed in front of him, turned into nothingness, and then reassembled into mountains, forests, rivers, and various minerals buried deep underground that he could understand!This process is not static, sometimes the mountains will become vast oceans with waves; sometimes the rivers will degenerate, and the land full of vitality will grow flowers of life, until they become magnificent and vast forests; and Occasionally, minerals melt and are consumed by flames, forming new mountains.

Everything is going round and round, and the cycle is endless.

He seemed to see lightning falling from the clear sky with a crisp crackling sound, and the strong light hurt his eyes; the earth began to vibrate and spread outward like ripples, waves of earth and rocks were lifted up; He rises, and the heat fills him, the fire of the sun; the wind rises from his voice, roars, explodes with his voice, and shatters into ice; the hurricane engulfs the ice and freezes the flame.

At first he didn't understand what it was, until a voice sounded in his heart.

No—that is the magnificent light of life formed by the convergence of countless voices.

Look!This is the origin of life!said the voice.

Do not!This is the end of the world!said another voice.

Hug us!Get out of our way!We are one!Countless voices said.

But in the end, these sounds come together into one magnificent theme!

arrival!return!cycle!

finally!eternal!
said a holy voice.

Therefore, Turka immediately understood that this is the birth and destruction of the world, and it is the movement of creation under the confluence, weaving and mutual influence of the two primitive divine powers, Anu and Padomei!
It has gone through countless years and experienced the beating of various forces until it became the world they are familiar with.But its origin has remained unchanged.

Under this grand theme, the land of great virtue is first fixed, because without the earth, the world will cease to exist-this is why Lockhan, who represents the earth (space), becomes the original spirit of creation in the root.Regarding Lockhan, there are many specious definitions in mortal legends, but what is certain is that no matter what kind of legend it is in, this demon god who is Padomei (Daedra) but created the world (Idra) They are all gods (demons) that cannot be avoided.

And with the appearance of the earth, the sky also appeared immediately-due to the collision and influence of the two, heat (fire) and wind, and mountains were born again!And the combination of fire and wind gave birth to the ocean.

And so, gradually, the world took shape.

But at this time, the world is still unstable, because there are no elements other than matter in the original theme, and life and more creation elements are still being created and conceived by the original spirits.