The Collection of The End

The world has changed】

I know it from the water]

I know it from the soil]

I know it from the wind]

All traces left by ancient times have been lost. 】

Because there is no living person who can still remember it. 】

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Second Age, 1590]

"This story begins with the forging of the Ring of Power."

"Three of them were given to the elves - the immortals, the most beautiful and wisest of all living beings."

"Seven were given to the dwarves—the outstanding miners, the craftsmen who carved the stone halls."

"Another nine magic rings were given to the human race - those most hungry for power."

"Infused in these rings is the power and will that governs each race."

"But, they were all deceived,"

"Because there is one more Ring to be forged."

Second Age, 1600]

"In the land of Mordor, in the flames of Mount Doom,"

"The Dark Lord Sauron secretly forged a master ring to control other rings."

"In this ring, all his cruelty, malice, and malice that enslave all other living beings are poured into it."

"The supreme ring, the ring to rulethemall."

"One after another, the free lands of Middle Earth were conquered by the power of the Lord of the Rings,"

"However, there are still races that rise up to resist."

Second Age, 3434]

"Humans and Elves form a final alliance to attack the armies of Mordor."

"At the foot of Mount Doom, they fought desperately for the freedom of Middle-earth."

"The two kings of men and elves, Elendil and Erenion Gil-galad, led the way and routed the armies of Mordor."

"Elvish] tangadohoid hold on to the position!"

The handsome elf wore gorgeous golden armor, and turned the moon blade as gracefully as the moonlight to kill the attacking orcs in front of the formation. 】

"Elvish] Arrow shooting!"

Elves in green cloaks appeared in the forest, and arrows made of glass and crystal came like rain, nailing the orcs in the distance who were trying to drive catapults and raise crossbows to the ground. 】

"Victory seems in sight, but the power of the Supreme Ring is unstoppable."

"The Dark Lord appeared on the battlefield and killed the two kings with his own hands."

"And when all hope was lost, Isildur isilsur, the king's son, took up his father's sword Narsil."

"Cut off the finger of Sauron wearing the One Ring."

"Sauron, the enemy of the free people of Middle-earth, has been defeated." Gu

Third Era, Year 2]

"The One Ring fell into Isildur's hands,"

"He had the chance to end evil once and for all, but the human heart is easily corrupted."

"The ring of power also has its own will."

"It betrayed Isildur and brought him to death."

"The things that should not be forgotten are also lost."

"History becomes legend, legend becomes myth."

"For 3,000 years, no one knew the whereabouts and history of the Lord of the Rings."

——Third Age, 2951, March 1——

Rivendell, the Hall of the Elf Lords.

"This story is really wonderful," Estel said. "It's as wonderful as the illusion you created, making people feel like they're actually there."

He is a human youth with black hair, a pair of sharp gray eyes, a heroic appearance, and a deep voice. He is wearing the tan corset clothes commonly worn by elves, and his expression is a little calm like an elf.

In front of Estelle was the high elf, the lord of Rivendell, the holder of the Ring of Wind, and his adoptive father, Elrond.

This elf lord has long black hair and green eyes, and his appearance is serious and serious. Although he is looking at him, Estelle always feels that he is looking at others through herself.

"It's just a little trick." Elrond said slowly, waving his hand to dispel the illusion of Isildur being ambushed and killed by orcs.

It might seem strange for an elf to adopt a human child, especially if the human mother is still alive.

But the elves of Rivendell would not question their lord's decision, and they had consistently treated Estelle as the lord's son in the eighteen years since he came to Rivendell.

If it weren't for the irreconcilable relationship between the lord's wife Celebrian and his mother Gilraen, Estelle might not be able to help but guess in strange directions.

"You specifically explained the history of three thousand years ago on my twentieth birthday. Perhaps you are preparing to tell me about my life experience that you have always kept silent about before?" Estelle continued to ask.

"I think you should know that the Elvish meaning of 'Estel' is 'hope'," Elrond said: "And hope, in this era, is something as precious as diamonds."

"...Diamonds," Estelle grinned: "Doesn't that mean 'worthless'?"

Elrond looked at him without saying a word.

"I understand," Estelle said: "Although diamonds are meaningless to elves, they are of great value to humans. This means that my identity is nothing to the elves, but it is very important to humans. "

"Indeed." Elrond clapped his hands.

Estelle's adoptive mother and the wife of the Lord of Rivendell, the high elf Celebrian Hortensia came out of the inner court of the Lord's longhouse carrying a tray.

"Mother." Estelle bowed and was stunned when she tried to take the tray.

There was a sword broken in the middle on the tray. Its appearance seemed to be exactly the same as the holy sword that was broken by the Demon King Sauron in the illusion created by Elrond before.

Next to the broken sword, there was a simple and noble silver ring with an emerald green gem inlaid on it. The whole thing looked like two intertwined snakes.

"This is the ringobarahir, the heirloom of the families of Nasil Emile and Isildur," Celebrian said in the soft tone he usually used when teaching Estelle: "It's time to return them. The original owner."

"Could it be..." Estelle looked at those two things and remained silent.

"Yes, just as you guessed," Elrond's voice came from behind: "You are the thirty-ninth generation direct descendant of the stupid, stubborn, greedy Isildur, the royal family of Númenor. The last descendant, the sixteenth chieftain of the Dúnedain, and the son of Arathorn II, his real name is Aragorn."

"..." Estelle, or rather, Aragorn, was silent for a moment, and then asked: "What should I do?"

"In Middle-earth, humans will not recognize someone as their king because of their blood. They only crave power, and your country has lost its king for twenty years," Elrond said: "To inherit the throne, you have to travel. Fight your enemies, help your friends, protect your people, and keep your name in the hearts of your people. Through your exploits with Elladan and Elrohir, I think you have. Ready, aren’t you?”

"Of course," Aragorn Arthur's lips curled up: "I'll leave tomorrow."