Chapter 1083 1065. The Prophecy of the Lonely Mountain
“This area was once the most prosperous commercial hub in the north of Middle-earth. The dwarves dug out countless gold and gems in the Lonely Mountain, and then the gold and gems flowed into River Valley City and Changhu Town through trade."
"It was a good time at that time."
Bahrain looked at the tower outside with tears in his eyes. The dwarf wind crossbow seems to be looking back at the past era.
“Gold and gems are not only money, but also bring markets and orders, honing the skills of our dwarves. At that time, there were various large markets between the foot of Lonely Mountain and River Valley City, even if It’s the toy market, the largest in the north.”
"In order to protect his city and the prosperity of business, the Lord of River Valley City, Ji Ruian, came to Gushan and placed an order with us. He asked us to create weapons that can protect his city from any danger."
< br>"So we studied day and night, immersed ourselves in ancient books and novel ideas, and finally we gave him the wind crossbow and the black arrow."
"The magic of our dwarves is attached to that weapon. Even enough to kill the evil dragon!"
At this point, Bahrain's mood was excited at first, and then depressed and helpless.
“But it is a pity that on the day when the evil dragon really arrived, even though Girion bravely stood on a high place and shot three arrows at Smaug, none of them hit.”
"All the few black arrows were lost, and the wind crossbow was regarded as a souvenir of the tragedy and moved here by the refugees. If Jilian had shot the dragon that day, everything would have been different."
Lan En sat next to Balin and said with his hands on his knees.
"Say it as if you were present at the time."
"All dwarves know this statement, don't interrupt me."
Bahrain muttered dissatisfied and rushed Lan En waved his hands in disgust.
But Bud's son also came here while Bahrain was telling stories. He pinched his hands together nervously and interjected with a bit of disbelief.
“But if you all know this statement, it should also be clear: Ji Ruian actually shot the evil dragon with an arrow. The black arrow hit a scale on the left side of the evil dragon’s chest. I almost want to knock off the scales!”
“As long as another arrow is fired at the same position, it will penetrate directly into the dragon’s skin! The magic on the black arrow will not be hindered by the dragon’s scales, which is enough to kill the evil dragon! !”
“That’s a legend, kid.” Balin shook his head helplessly, thinking that this was the boy’s angrily trying to save some face for their human hero. "It's just a legend."
He was still a child after all, and he didn't have the courage to defend himself when faced with the old man's perfunctory remarks.
Moreover, Bahrain’s statement is actually a statement generally recognized by people.
“I am already very old, Lan En. I can no longer ride a goat as nimbly as I can, and wield a hammer and ax to easily chop off the heads of orcs. But even so, I will never forget the time of Lonely Mountain. The scene. And what it means to the Turin family.”
After sending away Bard’s son, Balin continued to talk to Lan En.
"We were once prosperous, but we fell apart in the face of the dragon fire that fell that day. Our people fled in all directions and lost their homes. I still remember that day."
"Thorin and I stood there On the wall of Gushan, dragon flames fell from the sky and passed by. It was Thorin who pulled me to hide behind the stone pillar. When we came out, there were only hundreds of dwarf warrior corpses burned to char."
The passing dragon's fire burned hundreds of dwarf warriors to death. This was the first time Lan En heard exactly about Smaug's destructive power.
Even if it’s just a small aspect.
Lan En has seen the dwarves' resistance to damage during this period.
These dwarves are just similar in appearance and customs to the dwarves in the magical Middle Ages. Their creator is Valar and Aulë, the god of craftsmen.
That is, the creator of the Lake Lady Sword held by Lan En.
Creating life was originally the power and ability that belonged only to Ilúvatar. At that time, Aulë's creation of the dwarves was nothing more than making seven intelligent puppets out of stone.
But Iluvatar forgave Aulë for his transgression out of curiosity and loneliness, and gave the power of the secret fire that could truly create life to the first seven dwarves.
Let them become real life.
So the dwarves of Arda are truly lives born from the rocks.
When chatting with the dwarves before, Lan En clearly heard that Thorin was only half-conscious even if he was ridden by an orc on a warg and hit his unprotected head with a page hammer with great momentum. Only an hour! Nothing happened after I got up!
Not to mention the combination of orcs and wargs, even mortals and bad horses, the momentum after charging with weapons is enough to cut an unprotected human body into two pieces and hammer it into pieces!
But the dwarves of Arda can really catch the swinging warhammer with their faces!
Perhaps this is because the bones and body structure of dwarves are better able to withstand blunt force blows, but this ability to withstand damage is real.
On the day when the evil dragon attacked, hundreds of fully armed dwarf warriors were burned in a single encounter.
Perhaps the evil dragon on the planet Alda is indeed not an ordinary thing.
"But even in the face of Smaug like this, you guys still want to go? What can you do to fight him? Are there still black arrows in the Lonely Mountain?"
Lan En shook his head and continued to persuade Balin.
"Black Arrow? No." Bahrain said nonchalantly.
“We only made a few dozen experimentally at that time, and there were not many left after completing Jillian’s order. But do you think that the evil dragon has been entrenched in Elbor for such a long time, those who can threaten Will it turn a blind eye to its safe weapons?"
After saying that, the casual expression on Bahrain's face gradually disappeared, replaced by extremely serious and serious.
"But regardless of whether there is a black arrow, we have to go to the Lonely Mountain. That is the last chance. The Day of Turin is just around the corner. This is the only chance in the prophecy. In order to take back our hometown, we must not let it go!"
"Prophecy"
Lan En muttered this word. If it were in the Magical Middle Ages, the weight of prophecy would not be too heavy in his eyes.
Although there are real masters of prophecy like the prophetess Islini, most of the prophecies are just out of political needs, or simply want to muddy the waters, and then be used by others. Made up and spread.
There are so many such prophecies that the truly powerful prophecies are like waves washing over the sand, making it difficult to distinguish them.
Furthermore, the authority of prophecy has been irreparably impacted.
But in this world called Arda.
“Let me guess, your prophecy is a poem?”
Lan asked Balin while pinching the bridge of his nose. .
The old dwarf cleared his throat and spoke rhythmically: "When the birds of the past return to the Lonely Mountain, the rule of the evil dragon will end. At that time."
"Stop, I understand."
Lane raised a palm, indicating that Balin could stop.
“So, just because of the prophecy, you are going to break into the Lonely Mountain?”
“No, you are wrong, Lan En.”
Balin chuckled, looked at the witcher and said.
There was a sense of relief in that smile.
“Even if there is no prophecy, we will go to the Lonely Mountain.”
“We are a group of poor dwarves who have lost their home, and facing the last chance to regain our homeland, even if we have to face No matter how terrible the fate is, we don't care whether we face the evil dragon or the army of orcs."
"The prophecy has brought us here, and it has taken almost ten months since the journey started. , each of us will regret it for the rest of our lives, it would be better to just die.”
Lan En nodded first, then looked back.
The remaining dwarves in Bard's house also heard the conversation between Balin and Lan just now, and they were all looking here at this time.
The fearlessness on his face after learning about the difficult road ahead but accepting it with relief is exactly the same as that of the old dwarf Balin.
The injured Kili, Fili and Oin who took care of him, Bofur, and the hobbit Bilbo Baggins.
These people who were not called out by Thorin to receive the weapons, That's all.
‘The so-called sense of responsibility, the so-called persistence. These things are mixed together and become what is called destiny. ’
This is what Gandalf once said to Lan before he entered Dol Guldur alone.
If you know that there are dangers and twists and turns ahead, but still want to go on because of your own feelings, impulses, and persistence, you cannot change and you don’t want to change.
What is this if not fate?
Destiny is not a trajectory that has been predetermined long ago, but the accumulation of previous life, the decisions that people naturally make in key choices, and the sum of these decisions that influence each other.
Looking at the expressions of these dwarves, Lan En seemed to have a better understanding of this topic.
"What about you, Bilbo? The dwarves are fearless in order to regain their homeland, but why are the hobbits?"
"Me? Are you asking me?"< br>
Bilbo opened his mouth in astonishment, and then looked around.
Finally, he stuttered and said a little panicked.
"I, I am a hobbit. Of course I am afraid of accidents. I also miss my Bag End and seven meals a day on time, but, but..."
"I miss my home, But the dwarves, my friends, they have no home.”
“I want to help them get it back. That’s it.”
That’s it. , Bilbo laughed dryly. He was at a loss as he spoke, his hands repeatedly inserting his hands into his pockets, pulling them out, and inserting them into his pockets again.
Clumsy, and from time to time he would smile deliberately awkwardly because of his lack of confidence.
But there is no truer feeling than this clumsiness.
A group of dwarves who could fight with orcs without changing their expressions had their eyes flashing and looked at the hobbits with a smile.
Flannel Ball squatted next to Bilbo, looking up at his short friend with his mouth wide open.
Lan En also pursed his lips and shook his head helplessly.
“They are all a bunch of stubborn people who can’t be persuaded to come back. Damn dwarves, damn hobbits.”
"I'm so sorry, Master Lann." Bofur took off the tattered leather hat on his head and bowed in a funny bow to the witcher.
“Dwarves are always so annoying. Oh, and our hobbits!”
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(End of this chapter)