The white Gangdorin is peaceful.

It's been a month since the White Princess Arritil left Gondolin. Before you know it, half of the unbearable summer has passed, and the temperature is rising day by day. Of course, even if it is surrounded by mountains, Gondolin is no exception. Just a few days ago, a blazing wind blew from the north and blew a puff of smoke from the fortress of Angbán of the Great Enemy to the south and into the territory of Beleriand. But this is not the first time, the last time this has happened was in the second year of the arrival of the people of Finland in Middle-earth. At that time, the Noldor elves had just arrived on this continent, so they did not migrate inland in a big way, and all of them were stationed in Hearum, on the shores of Lake Mislin, on the west coast. At that time, thick smoke covered the sky of Heslum, and the Noldor elves were afraid.

Now, the situation has changed dramatically, and only Finguo and Fengong are left in Hislum and a small number of their people. The seven sons of Finn's brother Fëanor, who are the side of the Finnish family, have long since moved to the territory of East Bereriand, and the children of Finn's younger brother Finarfin have also had their own dominion in various places. Although the kings of all walks of life still maintain an alliance relationship, with Fen Guoyu as the supreme king, contradictions and hatred lurk in the middle.

As the Noldor rule increased, so did the smoke spread more than the last time. The smoke seemed to be directed at them.

"This does not bode well. Turgong stood in the hallway of the King's Tower, looking north through a floor-to-ceiling window. He saw the outer north side of the mountain, and there was a flickering fire in that direction.

Turgong didn't know what was happening beyond the north side of the mountain, after all, he hadn't left for a month. But he knew it wouldn't bring much luck, for the fire was coming from the direction of the Angban fortress. Turgong held the Gram Rin sword in front of his chest and rubbed it lightly with his left hand. The blade of the sword reflects the light of the northern fire. A drop of sweat fell from Turgon, smashed against the blade of the sword, and shattered. The sky was pitch black, even though it was morning.

This vision may indicate something. "War may not break out immediately, but Morgoth must have begun to brew something." He shed another drop of sweat, and the moment he touched the marble floor, he made a sizzling sound that evaporated. He said, "The three lords have not come back since they left, so it can't be that something happened." If they did go to the land of Fingon, they would have returned. ”

A waiter crossed his hands over his abdomen and walked slowly with his head bowed, without the sound of footsteps. Turgong did not notice him, for he was gazing at the baked distorted and shaking air of the Tum* plain. It wasn't until the waiter approached that Turgong reacted. The waiter showed a handsome face from the hood of the cloak: "Your Majesty Turgon, the lord of the Feiyan family, Du Yilin, is here. ”

Turgong thought to himself, "He's looking for me at this time, and now it's probably his family guarding the entrance to the hidden path. Could it be that the sentry he placed in the mountains heard some news from the outside world?" he looked at the waiter: "Let him go to the top of the tower to find me!"

The waiter bowed his head and stepped back. Turgong left the window and walked towards the spiral staircase. He followed the stairs to the top of the tower. The top of the tower, like the top of the bell tower, has no walls, and hangs a bell that is not very large. This bell is only ringed in times of emergency. From the top of the tower, you can see everything within the surrounding mountain. Turgong waited for a while, and Duirin also came up from below.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report. Duirin's eyes twitched, "According to my sentry's report, the three lords escorting the princess were seen crossing the ferry crossing of Bulihiach once again. ”

Turgong suddenly showed a look of joy and shook Duirin's shoulders: "They're back?"

Duirin was silent for a while, and then spoke: "However, the princess is still with them. It was as if they had abandoned their journey west and returned. Strangely enough, however, the sentinels reported that they had crossed the Timbar Plains, headed east, crossed the Mindibu River, and entered the 'Valley of Horror and Death', Nandon Potsab. ”

When Turgong heard the name of the place, his pupils suddenly narrowed, his heels suddenly unsteady, and he fell backwards. If he hadn't held on to the fence, he would have almost fallen off the tower. A gust of wind blew, and the bell shook slightly. Turgong suddenly changed his usual elegance and rushed up to grab Duirin by the collar. Duirin looked at it in amazement. "Are you serious? Arettir has taken this dangerous path, and if she could have listened to my journey to Fingon's land, she would have arrived safely. Why did she go this way? I am afraid that he had gone to the East to find the sons of Fëanor. "Okay, okay, I see! She must have gone to find the seventh son of Fëanor!she must have gone to East Berériand!" he turned from surprise to anger, and he struck the bell with a bang, and the people in the King's Square below looked at the top of the tower, "She was befriended with the seven of them when she was in the West. The seven sons of Fëanor: Mezlos, Maglor, Kellergon, Kurufin, Caranhill, Amrath, and Amrod! If it weren't for their provocation and their father's provocation, how would we have broken with Vera? If it weren't for their agitation, how would we have stayed away from the West? If it weren't for Fëanor's betrayal, how would my father have been forced to lead his people across the icy strait on foot? If it weren't for the Angban siege, the people of Finnish would have been unable to put up with the people of Fëanor!" Turgon's forehead was now covered with sweat, and his hair was all wet. Duirin stared at him blankly, he had never seen his majesty so angry.

Tuergong held on to the fence, lowered his head, took a few deep breaths, patted his clothes, and looked at Duirin: "Gather all the archers of your family in King's Square. The monsters of that valley can only be done by archers. We're going to march to Nandon Potab and rescue Arettir!"

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The silence of Gangdorin was torn apart by the loud sound of a trumpet. The neighing of horses and the sound of the grinding of the soldiers intertwine to create a chaotic symphony. There was a mess in King's Square, and there were many riders gathering in the square. These riders are dressed in light cloth and have a pair of handy leather boots on their feet. Each rider carried a wooden bow on his back and two small daggers at his waist. Under the imitation of the gold and silver trees, there are Duirin and Turgong on horseback.

Du Yilin raised his wooden bow: "Riders of the Flying Swallows, you should be as agile as the Flying Swallows, for we do not know what kind of evil awaits us in Nandon Potsebu! But no matter how terrible it is, we must go! Because at this time, there are our brothers and sisters who are facing these evils that we consider terrible!" He left the two trees and rode into the crowd, and all the riders stopped where they were, looking at him, and a fire burned in their hearts, "Forward, Flying Swallow Heir!" Duylin drew an arrow and shot it into the sky.

Seeing the arrow disappear into the oppressive smoke overhead, the riders shouted, "Forward!"

Duirin waved his wooden bow, left the crowd, and rode his horse to the front, Turgong followed him, and the other riders lined up in a long line and rode through the streets towards the main gate. The streets were full of people, but they were startled by the sudden assembly of the team, and immediately avoided the sides of the street. When the horse team was about two hundred feet away from the main gate, the soldiers who were guarding the gate saw them and immediately opened the gate. So the horse team came out of the city without any delay. It was noon, as it didn't take long to assemble the riders.

Duylin was at the front and rode fast. He knew that this mission was very important, because his majesty had even broken the rule that he was not allowed to leave the city. This made him realize that if there was anything that could make Turgong look as heavy as Gondolin, it was his sister.

The horse caravan galloped across the plains of Toum*, and soon approached the entrance to the Hidden Road. The Golden Gate was immediately opened, followed by other doors. Carrying no lighting tools, they drove straight into the wooden gate and made their way through the dark cave. The sound of horses' hooves stepping into the wadi reverberates through the cave.

Soon, they came to the other end of the cave. The horses rode a few miles south along the wadi before turning east and galloping east, with the Creselin peaks always on their left. They crossed the Dinbar Plain.

It was in the evening that they arrived on the banks of the Mindibu River. The Mindibu River separates the Timbar Plain from the South Don Pot Seb. The river is so shallow that the water can only submerge the middle part of the horse's leg. And on the other side of the river is the valley of terrible death, Nandon Pot, Sebu. The lands on both sides of the strait are in stark contrast. On this shore was a green meadow, glowing red in the setting sun, and on the other shore was a black, scorched earth that looked like thick dried blood in the red glow. The strong chromatic difference caused a sense of fear to hit everyone's chest. At this time, the West is behind them, so crossing the Mindibu River is like stepping into a dark abyss.

Nandon Doxeb is considered a valley, but it is actually the southern foothills of the precipitous mountain range of Eredgolos, from where it stretches to the north of the Grey Elf kingdom of Doriath. The Mindib River divides the area to the west, while to the east is another river called Esgarduin. The steep mountain range of Eredgolos leads to the valley with a sheer cliff that no one has probably ever been able to trek down from before. To the south, the kingdom of Doriath is protected by a magical ring, making the valley a dark place isolated from the rest of the world. There are many evil creatures in the valley that are not known to the people. It was in the years before the sun rose, and the ancestors of these evil things entered the valley and multiplied here. All the elves knew that the valley was dangerous, because no one had yet made it out alive. Because of this, no one knows what the evil creatures in the valley are.

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The last rays of light were gone, and the sun soon set behind the mountains to the west. Looking from this side of the river, you can see that the trees in the valley of Nandon Pot Seb are withered, as if they have been burned by a burst of red flame. A rancid smell wafted from the other side, disgusting.

The archers took a break on the shore to take out the bread from their horse bags and nibble on it quickly. They did not dismount, because they were ready to cross the river at any moment. They didn't even have time to eat lunch when they came out, so they enjoyed the beauty before stepping into the darkness. Turgong was silent on the side, eating nothing. From time to time, he would look up at the other side. A sense of foreboding lingered.

Just now Turgon noticed something white between the dead trees on the opposite bank. He couldn't see what it was.

When Turgun saw that most of the people were no longer eating, he gave the order to advance. The horses waded across the Mindibu River, splashing and flying over their heads.

After crossing the river, Turgong finally saw what the white stuff was hanging between the dead trees. It's a cobweb. But the cobwebs seemed to be ...... It's too big......

There are many creeks in the valley. Turgong had some strange feeling in the valley creek, but he couldn't tell what it was. There were so many skeletons on the ground in the valley that it was hard to imagine what kind of horror they faced before they died. At this time, Turgong suddenly felt thirsty. He sensed someone in the back of the team getting out of line, so he turned his head to look behind. He saw some riders filling the creek with water bottles. "Maybe they're thirsty too!" he thought, "yes, they haven't drunk any water since they came out." So he wasn't angry at the riders leaving, and even wanted to go to the creek and fill it with some water.

He turned his head to look ahead, and suddenly saw a tough net hanging between the two dead trees in front of him. He didn't have time to react, and the horse stumbled and fell to the ground, while he flipped over and fell to the ground.

Duirin immediately rode forward to help him. And Turgong suddenly lost his desire for the stream and held his head with his hand. A thought crossed his mind, the stream trying to tempt the rider to drink. Turgong immediately stood up and shouted to the horse team behind him: "Pour out the stream!

Just when everyone was at a loss, a dozen people suddenly began to foam at the mouth, fell off their horses, and fainted. The other elves dismounted to check on them, and Duirin rode into the comatose elves. He jumped off his horse, walked over to an unconscious elf, put his hand to his nose, and turned pale: "He's dead!" In the sky, through a thick layer of black smoke, there were no stars and no moon. The temperature began to drop, and everyone began to shiver.

"The water is cursed!" shouted Duirin.

After that, a few more people fell off their horses, so the horse team began to disorganize. Some people threw away the jugs in fear, as if there was a plague in the water. Some of the people who had drunk the water began to cry and pray to the people next to them, but the people around them could only take a few steps back without being moved. The voices in the horse caravan grew louder and louder, forcing away the frightening silence of the valley and replacing it with a terrifying noise. These elves have lost their minds and changed their demeanor in the comfort of life in the city.

It's like you're possessed.

Turgon watched in despair as his people died one by one. He turned his head to look at the valley and suddenly clenched his fists. Gram's sword was drawn from his waist by Turgon, and his figure stood tall in the night. He took the nearest horse and rode on, riding deeper into the valley.

He, alone, was in danger. Just to save the ignorant sister. At this moment, his wish was so pure.

He raised the sword of Gramrd, and its dazzling light illuminated the dark valley. But the light was pale. He couldn't remember how far he had ridden, and the feeling of depression in his heart was getting stronger.

This man and his horse were originally fast, but suddenly stopped. Turgon felt the trembling of the steed, and felt what it saw. He looked up, and from the darkness in front of him, he saw eight huge black eyeballs staring at him at the same time.

"Giant spider!" Turgong shouted, a squeak echoing through the darkness. Before Turgong could react, a terrifyingly large spider immediately appeared from the shadows and crawled forward, "Go back!"

The frightened steed carried Turgon and fled, but the spider followed closely behind. Turgong regretted that he had run too far away from the main army. He wished he could hear the noise of the horses ahead, but the valley was desperately quiet. Suddenly, Turgong felt a force grab him and pull him away from his horse.

"No—"

But the steed did not look back. I don't know if the steed has the sanity to find his way back to Gondolin after he was so afraid that he betrayed his master. It was needless to say that he would never see the horse again, but Turgong knew that he would not be able to return to Gondolin. He turned half of his face and caught a glimpse of the eight terrible spider legs, two of which were grabbing his waist and dragging them back. He felt something wrap around his legs, and when he looked down, he saw that he was bound with spider silk from the waist down. Turgon knew he was going to die, but the desire to survive prompted him to slash at the spider behind him with his sword. He knew it was just a pointless struggle, for the spider's shell looked rock-solid.

He might be glad he had tried, for though Gram Rin had been bounced open by the sturdy shell, the brilliance of the sword seemed to make the spider feel a kind of pain. The giant spider screamed, let go of Turgon, and covered his head with the two legs he had just had.

Turgong gasped, sliced the spider silk with his sword, and turned to flee. The spider lunged at him again, knocking him to the ground from behind. Thinking of what had just happened, Turgong immediately turned over and raised his sword to face the giant spider. The giant spider seemed to endure the pain, peeking a stinger out of its tail. Turgong struggled, slashing the spider's legs left and right, but did not affect the spider in any way. Although it was under the body of the giant spider, it was still able to barely move. So when the stinger on the spider's tail pierced, Turgong was able to move a short distance backwards to avoid the attack.

In the midst of the struggle, Turgong saw three bright spots behind the giant spider rapidly approaching. Gradually, the bright spot turned into a firelight, and Turgong showed a look of sudden realization. But that expression turned to sadness, because the next second, his left leg was stabbed by the giant spider's stinger.

"Ahh

He knew he had to resist or there would be no chance. He stabbed Gramm's sword at the spider, striking the most vulnerable part of the spider's body: the intersection of its eight legs. The spider let out a cry of pain and pulled the stinger out of Turgon's body. Turgon struggled to crawl out from under the spider, his legs trembling, and with difficulty getting to his feet, using all his strength, stabbed Gramde's sword into the spider's hard back. The giant spider twitched a few times, but stopped moving.

Turgong felt his heart beat faster and faster, his eyes misty, he looked around, and his hand let go of the sword stuck in the spider's back. He felt his legs disappear and fall to the ground, his vision blurred. The three fires finally came closer, the three lords who had accompanied Arettir from Gondolin.

Turgong exhaled, his gaze darkening.

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When Turgong woke up, he found himself standing in the Adegaran steppe. A blazing wind blew from the north, and the green grass struggled in the scorching wind, shaking its body in fear. Everything trembled in the distance, the air shook like it was baked by flames. The steppe is quiet and there are no people. But it was eerily quiet.

In the hot summer, it is no longer time to bloom, but the northern meadows seem to be full of red flowers, reflecting bright light, like firelight.

Turgong looked around in confusion, he remembered something, and lifted his robe. He looked down at his left leg, the tender skin smooth and flawless.

"What about the sting?" he stroked his left leg, as if trying to rub something out of it.

He accepted the fact that the wound was gone. So he looked up again to check what was going on. He looked at the three great mountains in the distance to the north, Sangolo Rum. At the foot of the mountain was the fortress of Angleth of Morgoth. He knew he was in the Adegaland steppe. His current location was closer to the Shadow Mountains to the west. From this place, you can also see the high tower of Balad Ethel housed in the Shadow Mountains. Fingon's guards were there to monitor Angban's every move.

Turgong stood on the steppe for a long time, feeling very uncomfortable. A strange force directed his gaze to Sangolojim. His eyes trembled as the three black peaks looked like three towering beasts, touching a certain fear of huge objects in the depths of the psyche that many people shared. A terrifying wolf howl came from the direction of Angban, and a smell of gunpowder smoke wafted from the north, which was very strange.

"I ...... Why are you here?"

There was a loud bang that shook the entire grassland. Turgong saw that under the three peaks of Sangolo-Roman, the numerous dark caverns glowed. Then, countless tongues of fire sprang out of these caves, intertwining and circling in the sky in front of the three giant peaks, like many giant pythons entwined. The tongue of fire sprang out quickly, and soon slammed into the ground, igniting the scorched earth beneath Sangolom's feet. The fire quickly spread and devoured the green life of the grassland.

Turgong was stunned: "This ...... It's ......"

In front of the gates of Angban, there was already a sea of fire. There was a huge explosion in this sea of fire, and a puff of smoke rose into the sky, and the huge air currents from the explosion spread out, crushing all the grass. Turgong was pushed to the ground by the pressure. He felt like he was about to die in the fire. So he crawled back and looked at Ballard Ethel: his only hope now.

But now the white tower was a mile away.

The sea of fire quickly caught up with Turgong like a tsunami. The flames caught up with Turgon's back, and his white robe was charred black. At that moment, the flames seemed to have dimmed, leaving only sporadic sparks and scorched grasslands.

Turgong fell to the ground, rolling violently, and the flames on his body were extinguished. He felt a moment of relaxation and turned to look at Angban. But he immediately regretted it.

In the direction of Angban, a loud roar came. It was a roar that had never been heard before, and it was almost difficult for anyone who heard it to keep their senses. Angban's door opened, and a strange-looking creature crawled out of it. He looked like an enlarged lizard, but his skin looked a hundred times more disgusting. He was huge, and his height was exactly the height of Angban's gate.

"Grauron!" Turgong immediately unearthed the creature's origins from memory.

Glauron climbed the slopes of Sangolo Cram and let out a roar. This was followed by a dull sound of horns. After the sound of the horn dissipated, the direction of Angban became noisy. Out of Angban's gates came a long line of flame giants, shouting forward, walking out in all directions of Angban. Behind these flame giants were flaming wings and two horns growing from the top of their heads. The black outlines of these giants can be roughly seen from the flames. Among them was a giant at the forefront, holding a flaming sword in one hand and a whip made of flame in the other.

Turgong stood up from the ground, his eyes wide. At this moment, his legs had forgotten to move: "The army of firedemons! Gosmorg!" was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground again, struggling to move on the ground, trying to flee to Ballard Ethel, "The enemy is attacking! Hurry up and prepare for battle!" He shouted to the Shadow Mountains with all his might, hoping that someone would hear, hoping to see the army walk out of Ballard Ethel.

But the shout was immediately heard by Grauron. Although the grassland is large, and he is far away from the Graulong, the dragon's hearing may be the best. Standing on the peak, Glauron turned his gaze to Turgon. The moment Turgon's gaze met with Graulon, who was dozens of miles away, he felt his body restrained, and he couldn't move up and down.

Soon, the fire demon with the sword came closer, raised his sword, and was about to cut it down.

"Ahh

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An air of tension permeated the city of Gondorin. All the elves in the city were hurrying around. The main gate slowly opened, and all the attendants and guards of the city gathered together to meet their king. A group of Swift archers is entering the main gate, and in addition to them are three lords: Egalmos, Glorfindel, and Exerian. They were now carrying their king Turgong through the main gate on a stretcher.

Turgong lay on a stretcher, motionless. Only his tightly locked eyelids were trembling wildly. Just as they passed through the main door, it began to rain in the sky. The warm wind blew the rain slanting, and the pine forests on the plains swayed in the wind and rain. They walked quickly through the streets, unsuspecting people coming out of their houses to watch. Unlike before leaving the city, the sound of horses' hooves in the city at this moment seems even more cramped and uneasy.

They carried Turgong to the King's Square. At the side of a bench, they carefully placed Turgong on the bench. Almost the entire city gathered around the square to find out what had happened to their king.

The lords of the other families gathered around to watch, and the mole and the lord of the harp family, Salgant, rushed out of the crowd and knelt down on the side of the bench: "Your Majesty Turgon, what's wrong with you!" he looked at Turgon with a pale face. Exerian lifted the blood-stained Turgon's robes, and Salgant stared at the sting on his leg, his eyes shining with fear. The sting had stopped bleeding, and the surrounding blood vessels were dark purple, making it look poisoned. The dark purple color is gradually expanding.

Salgant stood up and looked at Duirin: "Lord Feiyan, is this how you protect His Majesty Turgon?"

Duirin lowered his head and did not look at him. Then Salgant turned his head to look at Grofindel again: "The Golden Flower Lord's medical skills are well-known in Gondolin. Is there anything you can do to fix it?" Grofindel looked at the sting on Turgon's leg and said nothing, as if searching for something in his head.

"Asiras!" Grofindel suddenly shouted.

The lords present all looked at Glorfindel. "Asylas grass, it can relieve toxicity!" he looked around, making eye contact with everyone, his blonde hair glistening in the pre-dawn night, "Most of us only know that it's a weed, and it's everywhere in the plains and forests. But I once read in an old medical book that this grass was blessed by Avana when it was in the West. So when its grass seeds were first brought from the West by us of the Noldor tribe, the offspring of these grass seeds also had a miraculous effect that could alleviate all the poisons in the world. He sighed again, "But it can only be relieved, and then it can only depend on Your Majesty's willpower." If he can do it, then the spider venom will disperse, and if not, the poison will return. He turned his head to look at Turgón.

One of the archers of the Feiyan clan immediately turned around and headed for the plains of Tum*. Turgon suddenly began to move, but his eyes were still closed: "Glayron ......" he whispered indistinctly, and no one could hear him.

The archer soon returned, with a grass in his hand. The grass was emerald green, with a few bits of white on it, and it was probably a flower. Glorfindel snatched the herbs, tore off a handful and chewed it in his mouth, and walked to Turgon's side: "Someone help me hold him down!"

Exerian and Duylin stepped up and held down Turgon's left and right sides, while Egalmos held his feet in place. At this time, Turgong spat out a few more words: "Enemy...... Fight. Grofindel beckoned, and the light lit up as two waiters with Fëanor's lamps greeted him. Glorfindel spat out the herb in his mouth and placed it into Turgon's wound. Turgong suddenly struggled with all his might, so Sargant came up and pressed him.

Glorfindel pressed his hand to Turgon's wound. I saw that the purple under the skin gradually faded, and the left leg was smooth and flawless again. Turgon's struggle stopped, and the crowd let go. Turgong slowly opened his eyes. He sat up all at once, "Where's Arityr?" that was the first question that came to his mind, "Where's my sister?"

The three lords who escorted the princess bowed their heads. Egalmos spoke: "The princess is missing. We lost her when we crossed the Mindibu River. We tried to look for it, but to no avail. So we're going to turn around and report back to Gondolin, and we happen to meet you who have been attacked. ”

Turgong stood up cautiously, and the attendant stepped forward to help him.

"I had a dream. "I was standing on the plains of Adegarand and watching Angban attack south, but I didn't know what to do." ”

Glorfindel interrupted him, "Forgive me for interrupting you, Your Majesty. You've been poisoned, that's why you're hallucinating. He said, "Don't be cranky, Your Majesty. You need to rest. Groffindel was about to come forward to help Turgon, but Turgong shook his hand: "Duylin, how are the soldiers of your family?"

Duirin had a sad expression: "All the soldiers who drank the water of the stream committed suicide. Perhaps when they were cursed by the stream, they thought of a way to be freed. They are now waiting to be reborn in the temple of Mandus. He forced a smile.

"Then they didn't die in vain. "They were relieved." But I lost my sister. Turgong lowered his head, covered his eyes with his hands and began to cry.

A light rain drenched everyone's hair, and the sun quietly rose in the east, throwing a glimmer into the Gondolin forest. Turgon's face was haggard, and the attendant helped him to limp towards the King's Tower.

"You're not very good at protecting yourself, Turgon. An old voice came from the side. The voice stood out unusually in the crowd, and everyone looked to the source of the voice. Suddenly, all the people in the square knelt down. Turgong turned slowly, looked at the man, and immediately wiped away his tears with his hands and wiped away the tears.

He also slowly knelt down with the support of the waiter.

"I didn't expect you to come, Fen Guoyu. He said, "My father." ”

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The West Ryan River is the most flowed river in Beleriand, so it is also known as the Great River. The West Ryan River originates in the north, at the foot of the Ered Wesling in the Shadow Mountains. From there, the River West Ryan flows south through a gorge between the Shadows Mountains and the Aehorreas Ring. In the middle of this canyon, where the great river flows, there is an island of Tolsirian, on which the Noldor elves have built a high tower of Minas Tirith to prevent enemies from passing through this canyon to the south. Olodris of House Finarfinn guards the tower.

After the river came out of the gorge, there was a crossing across the river. The ferry port is Brethiakh, and there is a road through it. On the west bank of the river, the road leads north to Heslum, the land of Finland, and to the south passes through a forest called Brihill, and not far from the forest into a plain of Tarasdiln, while on the east bank of the river it goes straight east through the plains of Dimbar, Namdon Seb, Dordinen, and finally into the plains of Himlard. It belonged to East Bereriand, a land ruled by the sons of Fëanor.

It was dark and it had been a long time since nightfall. At this time, an elf was wearing a black cloak and covering his face with a hood, slowly crossing Bulhiach from west to east. He rides a white steed, which contrasts with the black of his cloak. On the west bank of the river, a group of elves dressed in elves were pushing carts north. They hurried along the avenue, singing songs in their mouths. Judging from the smell of spices on those elves, they should be messengers for the royal family. They appear to be from the kingdom of Southern Finrod: Nagothlund. It can be seen that it was going to Heslum to pay tribute.

The elf on horseback did not turn his head, but subconsciously grabbed the brim of his hood and pulled it forward with all his might, squinting his eyes, as if listening to the movement behind him. He didn't seem to want anyone to find out about him.

He was Fen Guoxuan, and the white horse he stepped on was called Lohloel. From under his hood, it can be seen that his face has a slightly aged wisdom and the demeanor of a king, but he is indeed an immortal elf.

This ferry crossing is off the beaten track and few people pass through here. For this ferry leads eastward into the valley of terrible death, Nanton, Seb. Therefore, Fen Guoyi does not want to be seen, otherwise he will definitely attract attention. He was now on his way to his son, Turgon's homeland, Gondolin, which was why he was afraid of being noticed.

Now he came to the east bank, into the Dinbar plain. From there, he began to leave the avenue and head north. After walking for more than ten minutes, he was able to see the Creselin peaks. The peaks are also part of the Éhorias Ring Mountain.

His horse walked very slowly. Because of the flat terrain, Fen suddenly saw two pitch-black figures in the distance a mile to the north. They're heading south. The two figures were walking in a hurry, and they looked very anxious. Fen immediately decided that it was Turgon's men, because no one would come here except Turgon's men and the Sinda elves. And the Sinda elves are very good at hiding their tracks in the wild, so they will expose themselves so much on the plains, and they will not be the Sinda elves.

So he rode up at once. But when he saw it, he saw that they were two strange-looking creatures. Their skin is rotten and disgusting in color. They were short and obscene, wearing tattered black leather armor and hunched waists. They smelled of disgusting, rancid odor.

"Oak!" Fen Guoyu shouted.

The Orcs are an evil race, ruled by a great enemy. They are part of the evil legion in the fortress of Angban.

Fen immediately pulled out his sword, Rin Gil, from his waist. His sword glowed with a blue-purple chill in the darkness. He raised his sword and continued to ride towards Orc.

When the two Orcs saw him, they immediately pulled out their rusty daggers from their waists. At this time, it started to rain in the sky. Fen noticed a flickering fire at the foot of the peaks to the north, and a sound of trumpets and noisy horses' hooves. But Finn couldn't care about what was going on there right now, because he had to deal with the two Orcs in front of him.

As soon as he rode in front of the Orc, Finn immediately crossed Rin Gil to his side, and as he passed by the Orc, he split one of the Orcs in two. The black blood stained the sword and blackened the green meadow. At the same time, another Oak slashed his short knife horizontally, but failed to reach Finn because the speed of his hand did not keep up with the speed of his horse's gallop.

Seeing this, the other Ork immediately turned around and fled. Finn turned his horse's head and chased after him, and when he had approached the Oak, he kicked the horse with both feet, jumped high, and landed in front of the Oak, blocking his way, and straining his sword around his neck: "Morgoth's pawn!" he cried, "How did you get south beyond the Angband Siege?"

Oak looked at him with a smile, a disgusting grunting sound coming out of his throat. He gripped the blade of Ringil's sword and sliced his neck open. Black blood gushed out and splashed onto Fen's face. Finn took a step back, and the Oak fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then came to a standstill.

Fen frowned and looked at Oak's body for a moment, then took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood off his face and sword, and threw the handkerchief on the ground. He retracted his sword from its scabbard and rode back on his horse.

He immediately rode back north. This time he was a little faster. On the way, he thought, "How did these debris get south? It is unlikely that they crossed the Dosonian Heights, for Finafin's two sons guarded the land." It couldn't have been from East Bereriand, either, because the Valley of the Terrible Death was dangerous even for Orc. From the direction they came, there was no other possibility. ”

He frowned, looking down in thought. When he looked up again, he found that he had come to the bank of the wadi. Not far ahead is a cave with a wadi river flowing out of it. He walked into the cave, and it was pitch black. He jumped off his horse and took out a Fianor lamp from his horseback pocket. He led his horse and carried a blue lamp through the cave where the sound of water echoed. He knew that this was the hidden way, and that through this cave was the six gates that led to the plains of Tum*.

When he reached the other end of the cave, he found the wooden gate open, without any guards on either side. He looked further ahead and saw that the other five gates were also open. He passed through the six gates without hindrance, none of which were guarded. That's how he came to the plain of Tum*. It took him a few minutes to ride through Toum* and come to the foot of the steps in front of the main gate of Gondolin. There was a stable at the side of the steps, and he led Lohallor inside, tethered him inside, and walked up the steps.

The main gate wasn't closed either, and he found the rest of the city quiet, except for King's Square. So he immediately walked towards the King's Square. He made his way through the crowd and saw the unconscious Turgon, where the other lords were trying to wake him up. At this time, it was the time when Turgong woke up. As he walked with difficulty towards the King's Tower, supported by the attendants, Fen Guoyu spoke: "You are not very good at protecting yourself, Turgon. ”

Everyone wanted Fen Guoyu to kneel, and Turgong also knelt down slowly, and then said, "I didn't expect you to come, Fen Guoxuan." My father. ”

Fen Guoyan nodded: "This time, mainly because I had a nightmare that gave me a bad premonition. I dreamed that Angban's army had been dispatched, and the siege of Angban had been broken. He said, "I was afraid that all this would come true, so I came to you." ”

Turgon looked at him and nodded weakly.

In addition, the children of the future, which had been prophesied by the gods, finally appeared. Fen Guoyu said.

"Humans?" Turgong immediately cheered up, "what the hell is going on?

The waiter supported Turgong and walked towards the King's Tower, followed by Fen Guoyan. The people in King's Square gradually dispersed. As he walked, Turgong thought that he had experienced the same nightmare as his father, which meant that the dream must have a special meaning. He didn't know what that meant, but as he predicted, the world had changed.