There has been peace in Rovanion for a long time since the Durin dwarves recaptured Mount Gundabad.
After a long time, King Fengel of Rohan closed his eyes peacefully on the golden dome. Sengel put on the crown amidst the cheers of all the Rohirrim people. Allen and his wife witnessed this scene with their own eyes.
It has been so long that Allen's daughter, Her Royal Highness Andrea, the princess of the Rovanian Kingdom, can already accompany her biological brother to play in the garden.
Yes, Jamila gave birth to a prince for Allen, named Albert. From the moment he was born, this infant boy became the first prince of the Rovanian Kingdom.
heir.
After a long time, Aragorn led his people and rebuilt Annuminas, the capital city that once belonged to the Kingdom of Arthedain, in the constant battle with the dark forces.
Villages, fields, orchards and warehouses once again appeared on the once desolate twilight lake. Under the bright sunshine, boats with white sails were flying around the lake, and the shore was an extremely lively dock.
Of course, the reconstruction of Annuminas would not have been possible without the help of the rulers Ellen, Thorin, Cirdan and Elrond.
Moreover, Aragorn also successfully took back the jurisdiction of Bree. This young king grew rapidly, and the power he controlled also increased with each passing day.
After a long time, the years belonging to Thorin II, the King under the Mountain, finally came to an end. Before his life was about to expire, he did not invite too many people and sent an invitation to Allen alone.
Because there is a high probability that other people will not be able to make it to the funeral.
When his friend was lying in bed and dying, Allen, who looked solemn, once again picked up Ringil, who had not shown his talent for several years, and broke into Moria alone, which was still shrouded in evil.
After countless taunts, the demon known as "Durin's Nemesis", with flames and smoke all over his body, appeared in front of Allen again.
But this time, the Balrog from Wudun lost its former arrogance. Instead, it turned around and ran away after seeing Allen, with no intention of staying to fight.
Because he recognized Ringir and the elf sword that had hurt the Black King, from that moment on he felt fear and jumped into the dark abyss without any hesitation.
Allen called out the strong wind and chased after him. At this time, he was even more powerful than when he killed the white dragon Seral. He had a deep understanding of the various abilities he possessed, and he became more and more skillful in using them.
Now, his friend's life is in danger. Even if it is to allow Thorin to return to Khazad-dûm before his death, Allen has no reason to let this demon go.
The flaming demon fell downwards for a long time, and he did not expect that the other party would jump down after him without hesitation.
Surprised, he kept summoning long whips wrapped in flames, lashing the humans who were also falling. The firelight dispelled the darkness, but the whips were dodged one by one.
At this moment, he truly understood that the human being chasing after him was not falling, but flying in the air.
The most important thing is that the distance between the two parties has become closer and closer. The cold light from Linjier even stung his orange eyes, and uncontrollable despair welled up deep in the devil's heart.
Under the threat of death, the fire on Balrog's body burned ragingly, and a pair of flame wings wrapped in thick smoke suddenly appeared. The scorching temperature rolled towards Allen, who was falling rapidly, forcing him to adjust his body shape to avoid this wave.
An attack comparable to the breath of a dragon.
"Crash."
A sound of shattering rocks suddenly appeared in the deep, dark abyss. Waiting for the flames to subside and the smoke to dissipate, Allen's eyes, which were still bright in the darkness, had long lost any trace.
This cowardly and despicable guy extinguished the flames on his body and relied on his extremely dark skin and knowledge of the Abyss of Moria to hide quietly in the cracks everywhere.
For a moment, Allen looked around and found nothing, and the strong wind swirling around him prevented him from detecting the other party's movements.
In the end, Allen had no choice but to stop on a rock protruding from the cliff, calm down and listen carefully.
The sound of heartbeat, breathing, and tiny rustling sounds made by unknown objects, but these did not belong to the Balrog. Such a huge body could not make such small movements.
The two sides were in a stalemate like this for a long time, until a sound of heavy breathing came from not far away, and Allen once again carried Ringil and quickly chased after him.
Immediately, the light of fire and sword continued to flicker in the dark abyss. The Balrog transformed various flaming weapons to attack Allen, while running away towards the depths of darkness with his thick legs.
Allen didn't know how long he had been chasing, or how deep he had reached. He just knew that when he chased the Balrog's figure down a flight of stairs, his eyes suddenly opened up, and a large underground lake came into view.
At this time, Balrog was standing by the lake. It could be said that he was cornered. If he dared to go into the water, he would definitely die faster.
The strong black figure seemed to understand his situation at this time, and finally no longer chose to run away. A whip full of fire appeared in his left hand, and with his raised right hand, he pulled out a full body weapon from the void.
A giant hammer made of flames.
"Bang~!"
The shining firelight splashed everywhere as the sledgehammer was swung, illuminating the dark underground. At the same time, it seemed that something had been disturbed, and the water surface became no longer calm.
At this time, a silver-white lightning broke through the flames and instantly hit the roaring Balrog. A sword flashed past and struck at Balrog's right hand holding a sledgehammer.
Allen knew that the Balrog was not as easy to deal with as the Cold Dragon, and the guy's neck was extremely thick and protected by two huge downward-facing horns. It was very difficult to decapitate it directly, so it was better to cut off the arms first.
The Balrog, with lightning flashing all over his body, tried his best to avoid being paralyzed. Although he escaped the bad luck of having his arm broken, he still suffered extremely serious injuries.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, his misfortune did not end there, as someone or some creatures attacked him.
The not-so-calm water surface exploded, and a large amount of cold lake water extinguished the blazing fire on the Balrog's body, turning it dark and slippery.
Immediately, countless black shadows sprang out from the water. They were light green, long, curly, and shimmering tentacles. As soon as they appeared, they entangled the extremely embarrassed Balrog and brought it close.
The five-meter-tall body kept being pulled into the water.
The demon who was suddenly attacked began to struggle hard, and the roar continued to echo in the deep underground, full of unwillingness and resentment. Then it became miserable, because he saw a dazzling sword light like ice sweeping towards his neck.
Come.
But his hands and feet were tightly bound by the tentacles emerging from the water, making him unable to move at all.
"Plop"
A huge pitch-black head fell into the water, leaving only two ferocious curved horns exposed a little on the surface of the water, while the Balrog's pitch-black body was quickly dragged into the deep water, and soon disappeared.
movement.
Allen, who succeeded with one blow, ducked to a high place and waited for a long time. Until silence once again occupied the area, with only the sound of slight breathing and strong heartbeat remaining, he slowly walked to the water's edge and stopped.
The Balrog's head was fished out.
Just looking at the trophy that was more than one meter high, he was a little confused. With his current strength, it would be difficult for Allen to carry this thing out of the abyss. Even if he could, it would take too much time. Thorin might not be able to wait for him.
He was buried when he returned.
In the end, Allen could only resort to the next best thing and remove the two giant curved horns as trophies to prove the death of "Durin's Nemesis".
Three days later, when Allen came to Thorin's bed carrying two huge curved horns, the king under the mountain, who was about to die, became much more energetic and gave many orders in a loud voice.
He forced Fili, who was still the crown prince, to lead the dwarf army towards Moria. His long-cherished wish to take back Khazad-dûm must not be delayed.
The Balrog was dead, and the orcs entrenched in that area were nothing. Moreover, it was next to Allen's territory, so there was no need to worry about supplies and support.
"Thorin, don't you want to lead the army yourself to invade Moria?"
Allen had some guesses about Thorin's actions, but he still wanted to try to convince his friend.
"Alan, you clearly know that Fili needs such an honor, why do you ask me again? I have spent most of my life leading my people to be displaced and settled in the Blue Mountains, trying to make their lives better.
, it was not until the last moment of my life that I regained my lost home and rebuilt the abandoned holy land. I had done enough things, and I don’t care if there is one more or one less.”
Thorin's voice became weak again at this time, but his eyes were full of relief and joy.
"Alan, how lucky I am to have met you at this little inn in Bree, and I sincerely thank you for your help to me and the Durin family. It's not easy to endure my temper, right? Now
I'm leaving, and the rest will be left to the younger generation. I'm tired and it's time to rest."
In this way, Thorin II, the grandson of Thror, the son of Thrain, the former Oakenshield, now the king under the mountain, the co-lord of Durin, who had fought for his people all his life, closed his eyes forever under the gaze of his friends.
, resting in his hall in Gushan Kingdom.
Allen sat by the bed and was silent for a long time, followed by a deep sigh. The sigh was full of helplessness, sadness and memories that could not be told to others.
Until now, he has not been able to understand why Thorin's lifespan was so short, and this stubborn guy refused to take the "elixir of youth".
Regardless of whether this medicine is effective for dwarves, Thorin is unwilling to even try it, and Alan has nothing to do about it.
Is it possible to open his mouth and forcefully drink it down?
Since then, sorrow has enveloped the entire Erebor. Thorin's body was buried deep in the mountain, and the "Arkenstone" symbolizing the king under the mountain was placed on his chest forever.
Accompanying its last owner.
As for the elven sword Orcrest obtained during the expedition, it was inherited by Fili and accompanied its new owner to fight against the orcs in Moria.
After attending the funeral, Allen returned to Rovanian and did not pay attention to the news about the dwarves for a long time.
It wasn't until one day when a gold-plated invitation letter was delivered to the king's desk that Allen knew that the dwarves had successfully recaptured Moria.
Witnessed by many tribesmen and allies, Fili was crowned by Thrain II who came out of the Golden Forest. He inherited Thorin's throne and became the new King of Durin. He led most of the dwarves to start rebuilding Kaza.
Doom.
After hearing the news, the dwarves came from all over Middle-earth and returned to the most shining city of the Durin clan, to contribute to the renewed prosperity of this underground kingdom.
The Lonely Mountains and Iron Hills Fili were given to Dain Ironfoot to manage, while the Gray Mountains and Mount Gundabad were given to Bahrain.
The once dark and gloomy Moria was once again shrouded in bright lights, and beautiful music echoed in the crowded hall, celebrating the victory of the dwarves.
After the ceremony, Fili talked with Allen for a long time. This young king was not different from his uncle, at least not as stubborn and sensitive as his uncle.
Allen gave the young king a lot of advice, such as establishing a good relationship with the Lady of the Golden Forest, who was one of the rare wise men in Middle-earth and very powerful.
For example, the clansmen can be allowed to take on more projects from the human world, instead of forging iron in the mountains every day. Gondor has not seen dwarves for who knows how many years.
For another example, urge young dwarves to get married and have children, so that the Durin clan will not disappear in the near future.
However, the most important one is that the tribe must be restrained from digging desperately for true silver.
Not to mention the watcher in the water that he happened to encounter when fighting the Balrog before. Even that nameless thing that had existed for countless years might not be something that the dwarves could solve.
These monsters, which even Allen doesn't know much about, are not necessarily any weaker than the Balrog.
For precious minerals like mithril, if you can dig them out, dig them out. If you can’t dig them out, look for other veins. The Misty Mountains are so big, there will definitely be no shortage of other wealth.
If it didn't work out, Allen also recommended the Jinghui Cave under the White Mountains. He felt that Gloin was a very good candidate and could consider leading a colonial team there to create a new career.
Anyway, most of the time the people of Rohan only care about the horses galloping wildly on the grassland. It would be a good thing to have a group of dwarves who can help these brave horsemen update their equipment and strengthen the city defense.
Feili, who was wearing the crown, readily accepted Allen's proposal. At the same time, he hoped that the Durin family could still maintain an alliance with the Rovanian Kingdom, exchange business needs, strengthen exchanges, and deal with the dark forces that may come at any time.
revenge.
Allen naturally had no reason to refuse. Soon, he returned to Feslet from Khazad-dum and continued his relatively peaceful life.