Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 34: The Expeditionary Army is Established

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When Arathorn led fifteen elite Dúnedain rangers after a whole night of non-stop running, and finally arrived at the port city of Mythrond (Grey Harbor), the holy white of the elves, at the fourth hour after sunrise, he saw The sight almost made him unforgettable all his life.

Even, this scene was described by elves, dwarves, and humans in the form of poetry.

"...the Holy Spirit carried the King, coming from the north
with light and fire

Achievement of the great cause of the emperor
The kings of elves, humans, and dwarves witnessed all this together. "

"Son of Aladdor, Arathorn, prince who has seen the lords of the northern elves and the dwarves of Turin."

At the gate of Gray Harbor, the travel-stained Arathorn met Fili and Oin who were preparing to return to the Blue Mountains.

He recognized the banner of the Turin dwarves at a glance.

So he took the lead to dismount from the horse, and went forward to salute like an ordinary ranger.

Last night, after discussion, Sorin and the others divided the dwarves into three parts. Among them, Fili, the heir to the royal family, no longer participated in this unpredictable expedition. Instead, he and Oin would be responsible for bringing the reward back to the Blue Mountains.

The elves paid the dwarves with gems of various colors, including crystal white diamonds, blue sapphires, fire-like rubies, and emerald green turquoises. The amount was enough to make Thorin, who had suffered a lot, feel secretly nod.

In addition, the injured dwarves will temporarily stay in Gray Harbor and be taken care of by the elves. They will not be allowed to leave this beautiful seaside city until these rude and enthusiastic short people recover completely.

The brothers Thorin, Duvalin, Groin, and Orinori will lead 800 dwarven guards and 200 horned sheep cavalry to join this expedition.

At this moment, the dwarves and elves were saying goodbye, when Arathorn and his party broke in.

The gray-robed wizard seemed to have foreseen it a long time ago. He passed the surprised Cirdan and Thorin, stepped forward and said, "Welcome, son of Aladdor, Arathorn! Humans have come to the port of elves at this time. Why are you here? As you can see, the dwarves and elves have just experienced a great battle, and it is not a good time to come to Myslond as a guest at this time. Maybe you know me, I am Gandalf, the gray robe wizard Gandalf."

Behind him, Cirdan and Thorin frowned simultaneously.

The human beings in front of him are tall and strong, with infinite wind and frost in their eyes, but they still stand proud and personable.

There was no doubt that these were the Dúnedain, the northern descendants of the Men of the West.

The elves and dwarves looked at each other, not understanding why human rangers would come to Mythrond (Grey Harbor) at this moment.

Arathorn's sharp eyes caught the expressions of everyone present. He looked at the old man in gray robe who called himself Gandalf in surprise, and focused on his fluffy white hair and beard.

"Gandalf? You are that Gandalf, the staff-wielding elf in our language, Gandalf the Gray Wanderer? How is this possible!"

He said.

"I thought you were dead, for you have not been seen by the Dúnedain for many years, Gandalf!"

"Glad my name is still in the rangers' bedtime stories."

Gandalf laughed, and was very happy at the surprise of the leader of the rangers in the north, "I have seen you in the Eden Moor, and I have taught your ancestors. Although you have forgotten, I am still very happy. The blood of Duo remains unbroken, son of Aladdor, Arathorn."

what.

Cirdan and Thorin were even more surprised.

This human being, who is full of travel and dust, and has fierce eyes, is actually the most powerful heir to the northern kingdom and the southern Gondor kingship, which is indeed a bit beyond their expectations.

Since the Kingdom of Linton has chosen to "close the country" for 2000 years, these rangers have a better relationship with the elves of Rivendell. Forgive Cirdan for not remembering their origin for a while.

Now that Gandalf said so, the master of Gray Harbor vaguely found traces of a king among men in the eyes and face of this young and resolute human.

"welcome."

Cirdan came forward and said: "Son of Isildur, the North Elves are glad to hear that the once glorious blood has not been broken. We fought with your ancestors under the same banner. Now we meet again. Is it not Guided by fate?"

Arathorn hastily bowed to the owner of the Gray Harbor. He let go of the rein of the gray horse Pied. As a result, the tall gray horse stood quietly beside him.

He said.

"I heard the horn of the North Elven King, but I was too late. My people and I searched for signs of evil in the northern wilderness. We killed no less than 100 half-orcs. From their mouths, I learned that the North The combined armies of elves and dwarves have just defeated the evil Azog the Defiler! The Orcs' insidious plan has failed! We are both glad and grateful."

"I'm glad that the northern elf kingdom is still standing proudly! I'm glad that the evil plot failed!"

"But just last night, I had a strange dream."

"In the dream, I saw a tall and majestic figure. He commanded the army of elves, dwarves and humans, marching northward, and the holy white city wall of Mistrond radiated holy light behind him. So I knew that this It is the fate of the human royal family in the north. I woke up my companions and drove more than 100 miles overnight. Finally, before the sun rose three poles, I arrived at Mithrond, the holy white port of the elves, and met the great Cirdan and Thorin Oak. shield."

Although Thorin was surprised that he had heard his name, he still nodded to him without losing his grace.

Arathon continued.

"Now, what I'm curious about is. Can anyone tell me where is the hero who is as divine and glorious as the kings in the dream? Why is there no one? Is this just an illusion created by the people of Dúnedain out of thin air?"

After listening to Arathorn's lengthy explanation, everyone was very surprised.

Legend has it that the blood of the Númenóreans ran in the bodies of the Dúnedain.But now, after experiencing it personally, Cirdan and Sorin have truly seen the magic of this power.

Arathorn predicted almost everything accurately, as if he had seen it himself!
"You were right, son of Aladdor, Arathorn!"

The gray-robed wizard smiled and said: "The scene in your dream is exactly what we are about to face! The elves and dwarves are about to march north and attack the largest stronghold of the orcs in the north. Now, even the Dúnedain people have come to help, Isn't this a sign that this trip will come true?"

Arathon was really happy when he heard this.

At this moment, from Blue Mountain to Fornoster, Gray Harbor to Shire, all the good people suddenly heard a loud roar from the sky.

The voice was full of majesty.

Like a dragon roaring.

Everyone looked towards the north in unison, towards the direction of the Dusk Hills, and an inexplicable shudder emerged from the depths of their souls.

God, God.

The inhabitants of the Shire ran in terror.

The timid thought that the sky was going to fall down.

In addition to being daring and trembling, they did not forget to hide under the window, looking out cautiously through their bright and warm glass window curiously and fearfully.

Last time it was a wild wolf, what is it this time?
Bilbo Baggins, who lived in Hobbiton, muttered, and grabbed the silver fork and knife left by his grandmother by his grandmother in a panic, and the kind and kind old Laura left his mother, and then the silver fork and knife left by his mother.

Shivering, he hid under the warm blanket in Bag End.

It's been a terrible day.

Thinking so, the young Baggins stretched his pointed ears out of the bed from time to time, listening nervously and curiously to the sounds outside.

Maybe I should check out the North End.

In the future, as a mere mortal, the hobbit, who has made heroic achievements as good as any, hid in his bed, his face pale.

I heard from the old Tuke of the Tuke family in Changya Town that elves have been spotted on the river valleys and avenues in the north recently.This is a legendary race, maybe I should try my luck and see if I can meet one or two noble adults, so that the bad luck of the Baggins family in Bag End can go away sooner?

Poor old Bungle and Belladonna, you left Bilbo too early, Bag End is warm and cozy, but I miss Bag End more with you...

what.

So our Mr. Baggins fell into a deep sleep while muttering.

Suddenly, Bilbo Baggins woke up suddenly again.

He quickly jumped out of bed, and was pleasantly surprised to find that everything in Bag End was normal, there was no danger, no monsters, the sun shone through the glass window, sprinkled on the white stamens on the window sill, and on the table, it was warm.

Then Bilbo Baggins calmed down.

He put the silver fork and knives back in the cupboard, sat on the chair, staring blankly.

"No."

Suddenly the young hobbit jumped up.

"Perhaps I should listen to old Took and go near the Breadwood (a forest in the North Shire, further north of Hobbiton), and maybe I can actually see elves, and my bad luck will come to an end." It’s over! I’ve had enough of living a life of fear and confusion! For better or for worse, I’m going to the north to see! Yes, I’ll leave as soon as I say!”

The reckless and adventurous gene of the Tooke family exploded in his body, and the young hobbit named Bilbo Baggins ran out of the house excitedly, jumped over the fence and the river, and ran to the north, shouting.

Along the way, the terrified residents of Hobbiton all looked at Bilbo of the Baggins family with pitiful eyes, thinking that the fatherless guy had finally gone mad.

at the same time.

Arathorn was surprised to see that a white light galloped from the north at a speed like thunder.The sun shone under this holy white light, exuding indescribable holiness and majesty.

It's like a king travels, and it's like a hero returns.

The elves and dwarves present all lowered their proud heads to pay high respect to this majestic and holy white light.

"So."

Bai Guang stopped in front of Arathorn, and a tall, god-like figure under the sun asked him.

"Strange traveler, who are you?"

Arathon put his right hand on his left chest, and paid the highest respect to the king in his dream.

He said.

"I will fight for you, Silver King! I am Arathorn, son of Alador."

Third era 2931, midsummer.

The coalition of elves, dwarves, and humans finally assembled under the watchful eyes of the returning dragonborn with golden vertical pupils!
The Great Northern War is imminent.

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