Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 58 Turka Arracano

Fifteen days have passed since the battle of Molanong.

The coalition forces of elves, humans, and dwarves are still constantly clearing away the hidden shadows in every corner of Mordor, searching for any clues about the hiding place of Sauron, the public enemy of Middle-earth.

Dragon Bourne stood alone in the heart of Orodruin, watching the hot molten lava below.

Samas Naur.

The heartland of Sauron's kingdom, the smelting place he established when his power surpassed Middle Continent in ancient times, is also the forging place of the Supreme Lord of the Rings.

In the darkness, a red flash shot up, slammed into the high, pitch-black cave roof, and then fell down.

Steam, and poisonous smoke quickly permeated the entire crypt.

At the same time, there was always a humming and rumbling commotion deep below, as if a huge machine was pulsating and working.

Dragon Bourne seemed to see a tall figure, brandishing his hammer, forging a small ring, forged of gold and forged in the flames of Orodruin.

Finally, the forging of the ring was successful, and the tall figure laughed happily.

This laughter is so evil, all the evil in Central Continent can't be compared with it, it is the backside of light, people can't help but feel fear from the heart.

It was the shadow of Sauron's evil magic, affecting everyone who entered this terrible place of fire.

Even elves are unwilling to enter this evil place.

Only the Dragonborn was not afraid of the high temperature and poisonous gas here, and stayed here for ten days in a row. One was to see if he could be found in this former Sauron's secret base, and the other was also thinking about a certain problem.

"My lord!"

In the darkness, Gandalf's voice suddenly sounded. "The elves have already filled most of the caves. If the orcs want to dig these caves again, it will take more energy and time. For us, this is enough."

Dragon Bourne looked back at him, a pair of golden vertical pupils shining in the darkness.

"Mithrandil, do you think that Sauron's desire for power and pursuit of strength come from his heart, or did fate make him so?"

The scorching lava deep in Orodruin's heart rushed upwards, the firelight illuminated the wizard's gray beard, and his eyes were also shining in the darkness.

Gandalf bowed slightly and said: "Every choice of every person is a reflection of his spiritual power. You can say that fate made him like this, or you can say that he chose fate!"

"Cunning wizard."

Dragon Bourne was very dissatisfied with Gandalf's official statement, but in the end, he turned around and walked out of this dangerous place of fire.

The wizard smiled behind him.

The conversation between the two echoed in Samath Naur, and the afterimage of Sauron's evil power was diluted and eliminated in the magical voice of the two.

"You say as much as you don't, Gandalf, you know what I'm talking about."

"My lord, you have also seen fate. Are my words wrong?"

"But I still want to hear a different answer."

"Unfortunately, I can only give such an answer! Moreover, I have a hunch that fate will allow us to reunite here in the near future."

"Mithrandil."

"what?"

"I hate the way wizards pretend to be ghosts."

"Ah, old people are always fond of chattering. Please forgive me, my lord."

"Will you grow old?"

"will not."

As the sound gradually faded away, Samas Naur regained its calm, only its thousands of years of molten lava kept rolling, waiting for the return of the owner here.

They come out into the chasm.

This is high up on the volcanic cone, but not far from the smoking summit.

Orodruin (Mount Doom) seems to have fallen asleep with Sauron gone.Rugged shoulders rise from the massive base about [-] feet above the plain, from which the towering central volcanic cone rises about [-] feet.It resembled a gigantic oven or chimney with a jagged spout on top.

On the jagged knolls and shoulders above, a trail or road climbed up from the west like a rising ring, snaked up the volcano, and arrived at bottom of the eastern side of the volcanic cone.

The surrounding earth was cracked, and from the deep fissures and potholes there was a constant stream of smoke and stench.But the Doomsday Volcano was still shaking heavily, but it didn't erupt.

The plains of Gorgoroth below looked dark and indistinct in smoke and shadow.

But under the sharp eyes of the dragonborn, he still saw everything below.I saw towers and battlements once towering as mountains, as well as huge courtyards and dungeons, and prisons without windows had all been demolished by the coalition forces.

The unbreakable Molanong disappeared entirely.

Only the towers of fangs on both sides are left.For the humans of Gondor to monitor the evil minions of Mordor that have not been completely cleaned up.

In the vast plains and valleys, half-orc corpses piled up and burned by the coalition forces can be seen everywhere.That number is almost several times or even ten times that of the coalition forces.

Among them, Udon Valley can smell the stench of burning for a long time.

To the east, the Mountains of Ashes and Mountains of Shadow encircled the vast land of Mordor, reaching the Inner Sea of ​​Nurnen, Hildorion and Khand.

"This is a breeding ground for evil, Mythrandil. We cannot completely clear the darkness here, and Sauron will return." Dragon Bourne retracted his gaze and sighed.

It has to be said that Mordor's topographical advantages are too great. The Ash Mountains and Shadow Mountains are its natural protective belts. It is almost impossible to lead an army to attack here from other places except for Moranong who walks through the Ghost Pass.

Even if it weren't for the inhuman existence of the dragonborn, the coalition forces would break through here, and the losses would be so great that the elves and dwarves would be desperate.

Therefore, this place is naturally suitable for Sauron to develop his evil power.

"For a long time, I don't think so." The wizard said with a serious expression: "This coalition almost uprooted his power in Central Continent. , human, and dwarf armies may attack!"

However, soon, he said: "However, who can say what will happen in the future, perhaps, after three to five years, the evil will make a comeback. Just like the proverb of the dwarves: Darkness never disappears, it just lurks. "

"You have said both sides, Mithrandil." Dragon Bourne looked a little disgusted.

The wizard laughed, and he said, "Because fate is the authority of Yiru! How can we know more than the most holy Ru? All we can do is to do our job well."

Dragon Bourne was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"you're right."

He said.

"Then this battle should come to an end. We have been away from home for too long, and the rest will be left to time." Dragon Bourne looked towards the west, towards the direction of Gray Harbor: "I think It's time to go home."

"As it should be."

The wizard bowed.This topic is over.

11 month 5 day.

The first war known as the War of Light in history finally came to an end. Under the leadership of the Dragonborn, the coalition forces of elves, humans, and dwarves broke through the gate of Morannon and wiped out the orcs occupying Mordor.

In this battle, the coalition forces not only destroyed Dol Guldur, leveled the Morannon and the Evil Tower, but also exposed Sauron's comeback conspiracy to the sun.

Even the story of the dark lord making his confidants kneel and beg for peace was told by someone. As a result, in the next few years, the entire Central Continent was talking about the resurrection of the dark lord, but the dragon descendants who came to the door were humiliated. Sauron almost lost his embarrassment due to the explosive legend.

A few years later, a dragon descendant who traveled to Middle-earth heard in a certain country tavern that those lower Liba people were full of wine and food, making up all kinds of scandalous jokes about the Dark Lord, he really wanted to know, so What would Lun look like when he heard that.

But at the same time, certain shadows are also secretly lurking, waiting for the flower of evil to finally bloom and condense rich fruits.

But that's for later.For now, let's deal with the matter at hand first.

On this day, Dragon Bourne rode on the generous back of the holy spirit Nahar, and delivered his last speech on an abandoned hill.

At that time, he could already speak Elvish very well.

"My friend, we have waited too long for this day. So long that we have almost forgotten the fragrance of the trees and grass in our hometown; so long that we have forgotten the sunrise on the mountains and the sea; so long that we have forgotten the songs and laughter!"

He said.

"But today, I want to say that our hard work and dedication have finally paid off! We have driven Sauron, the conspirator and villain who has plagued Middle Continent for many years, out of Mordor and out of Middle Continent! We have won! !"

"Now let's cheer!"

under the hills.

The elves, humans, and dwarves shouted together, and the sound shook the sky. Everyone's eyes and faces were full of excitement and excitement.It was a heartfelt joy.

"In the future, we will have a period of peace, but please don't let your guard down completely, because this is just a stage of victory. We all know that Sauron has not been completely wiped out, and he may make a comeback at any time!"

Following the solemn warning from the Dragonborn, the expressions of the coalition troops suddenly became solemn again.

"But these are not what I want to say now. What I want to say is, let's go home." The silver king said softly on the hill: "My friends. You came here at the call of the ancient covenant, Many battles, and finally victory! I will always remember the help of elves, humans, and dwarves. Now that the war is over, let us go home, this will be our greatest reward."

The dragonborn's voice was soft, but it contained magic power, as if whispering in everyone's ears, like a friend, not a king.

This made many people feel sad all of a sudden.

Because they don't know when the partners who used to fight together will be able to reunite again.

Even many people will never see each other again in this life, because the life of a mortal is so short and perishable.All they can grasp is the present.

Only elves can break free from this sadness.

Glorfindel spurred his white horse up the hill.After rolling off the saddle and getting off the horse, he offered the palantyr in his custody with both hands.

"My lord, the elves have come to participate in this holy war in response to the call of their ancient allies. Now, the great war has been suspended, and the enemy has fled far away. The elves will return to the forest and the valley. Forged in the land of the west, it was given as a gift to the Númenoreans, and was brought to Middle Continent by Elendil. Now, human beings are weak and unable to protect these spars with powerful magic power. The elves are willing to give this handkerchief Lan Tier is dedicated to the Silver King to show his achievements and prestige in this battle."

In fact, ever since the allied forces regained the crystal ball of true knowledge that day, wizards and elves have been searching for which of the seven Palantirs that Elendil brought to Central Continent.

In the end, they came to the conclusion that this was most likely the Ithil spar that Nazgul had obtained after defeating Minas Ithil.

In order to prevent this precious spar from falling into the hands of dark minions again, everyone unanimously decided to bring this spar back to the north, and place it in the tower of Anuminas as a symbol of friendship and a tool for emergency communication. middle.

At that time, Exelion and the others had already learned that this ancient Númenórean capital had been recovered, and that the Silver King was most likely to settle here.

And Minas Tirith itself preserves an Anor spar, so there is no need to place a second spar here.

Therefore, Exelion, as a representative of mankind, said: "My lord, may this spar be used as a token to witness the friendship between Gondor in the south and the Silver King in the north."

"As it should be," said the Dragonborn.

Thus, the resolution was passed.

"In this way, the connection between Gondor in the south and the ancient kingdom in the north has been restored again." Wizards and elves, as witnesses, witnessed the friendship and covenant between the two camps of order in the north and south.

"This will greatly guarantee the stability and growth of the human world."

Thinking of this, the Dragonborn took the Palantir and held it high on his head as a symbol of the end of the war.

Under the sun, the Holy Spirit Nahar stood up.

Thus, one man, one horse, one spar, achieved one of the most glorious moments of the Third Era.

The background board is the dark sky of Mordor and the earth full of wolves.

"Turcá Arakáno!" (Note)
Lindon's elves were the first to shout a very old word.

Turcá, Quenya, meaning: physically, strong and powerful;
Arakáno, Quenya, means: the highest, or noble leader.

Combined, it is: the Supreme King!
Soon, the elves of Rivendell also shouted.

Glorfindel rested his chest with one hand, saluted the figure sitting on the holy spirit, and recognized the new title of Dragonborn.

Then came the Elves of Krasgarathon, and the Elves of the Woodland Kingdom.

Legolas looked excitedly at the tall figure on the hill, who looked like a god, and lowered his head deeply.

"Turcá Arakáno!"

he exclaimed.

Tao Ruier looked at him, then at the silver king on the hill, and joined in with a smile.

In the end, the dwarves and humans were also infected by this enthusiasm and joy, and they cheered loudly under the leadership of Thorin, Arathorn and others.

As a result, Dragon Bourne was also called Turka Arakano, and it spread widely, being recognized by elves, dwarves, and humans at the same time.

The two Ishtars, Gandalf the Gray and Radagast the Brown, witnessed all this.

Note:
In order not to confuse readers, the author hereby makes a note.

Dragonborn have many names.

Among them, Dragon Bourne will be his own human name, and as time goes by, it will be gradually abandoned.In the future, only one or two can be found in some legends and poems;
Okriam was his name in Sindarin, and no one but his close friends would dare to call him thus; Mestors was like it, but it was a Noldor name;
Among the dwarves he may be called Lol Odgon, which means: Roar of the Dragon;

At the same time, he can be called the silver king, the lord of Anuminas in the mouths of northern humans;

Finally, TurcáArakáno, a very noble Quenya combined name, means: High King, this will be his new name, and it will be passed down forever!

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