Capítulo 26: Chapter 26:Title at the end
[Aldril POV]
"Gandalf, where have you been? You missed a great fight," I said with bated breath as I pulled the sword out of the troll's massive head.
The recent battle had consumed what little stamina I still had in me; adrenaline, as my great ally, was the only thing that kept me in top condition for the fight.
"I just went to relax a bit. The stubbornness of dwarves is unbearable, even for me," he said as he approached, his gaze fixed like a hawk on my sword, which still glowed with a silvery sheen that gradually dimmed after the dark blood that stained its beauty was drained away.
"May I take for a moment your sword?" asked Gandalf politely. His curiosity was evident; it wasn't every day I saw a glowing sword, let alone one that gave off a silvery white glow.
"Sure," I said as I handed him the sword. It was at that very moment when he took the sword that a strong wind blew. A subtle change in the atmosphere was felt by all.
As I placed my hand in front of my face to avoid the dust blowing in the wind, I caught a glimpse of Gandalf's incredulous face out of the corner of my eye.
"The sword is rejecting me," I heard him mutter, being aware of the change in the atmosphere. Gandalf quickly, but politely, handed the sword back to me. As soon as I took it back, the wind ceased and the atmosphere returned to its initial quietness.
A subtle silver glow reappeared, as if it was recognizing me, and then returned to its original form. "What happened?" I asked incredulously. I couldn't describe the feeling from moments ago; I was bewildered. I thought the sword was just that of a sorcerer, but such seems not to be the case.
"Your sword, Aldril, is no ordinary weapon. It is imbued with powerful magic. It is as if the sword has a consciousness of its own, a magical bond that binds it uniquely to you," Gandalf said, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"So, does this mean that the sword and I are connected somehow?", I asked with a raised eyebrow. I had been getting several surprises in such a short time.
"That's right, if Thorin stops being stubborn and we go to Rivendell, we can ask Lord Elrond to help us identify the sword," Gandalf said with a mysterious gleam reflected in his eyes.
"Hum, okay," I nodded expectantly. I knew that, despite Thorin's stubbornness, we would go to Rivendell. I wished to find clues to my origin there, and now I also needed to find out why the sword was attached to me. Would it be because of the system? I don't think so. Something inside me tells me that the system had nothing to do with it and that all my answers will be answered in Rivendell.
Gandalf nodded his head, his expression became thoughtful, and he spoke no more on the subject. He turned to look at the hideous corpse of the troll.
"So, can you tell me how you met the trolls?" he asked with curiosity and concern in his voice.
"After we took shelter from the rain, one of these idiots came out of the woods chasing after my horse," I said as I tapped my foot lightly on the troll's corpse. "I chased him away, but the bastard had taken a horse with him, so the dwarves chased him."
"We managed to save the horse, but the Troll came back with two more and you can imagine the rest," I said as I motioned with my hand for Gandalf to see the corpse of the other trolls.
It was at that moment that a soft glow of light appeared, scattering the gray clouds and giving way to a clear, glowing sky. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, and as it touched the troll corpses, they began to transform into stone.
Surprised at this occurrence, the other dwarves stopped celebrating and curiously approached the corpses that now lay like sculptures made of stone.
"So they were stone Trolls," Gandalf said as he gave them a sidelong glance.
"Stone Trolls? Are there more than one kind of Trolls?", I didn't know at what point a wild Bilbo appeared behind us as he asked curiously.
"Bilbo, I thought you were with the horses," I said puzzled, I imagined he would still be looking after the horses.
"Oh, about that, your horse looked like he was looking after them, so I plucked up the courage to come and help, but such seems my help is unnecessary. Besides, I found this key on the road," Bilbo told me as he showed me a key he seemed to be dragging.
"So, are there more types of trolls?", Bilbo asked expectantly. It seemed that his adventurous side was blossoming quickly, which is different from the plot.
But what good is the plot now? Many events have changed, from the attack of the orcs, to the attack of the trolls, to their subsequent murder by me and the dwarves, which did not happen in the movie.
Oblivious to my thoughts, Gandalf nonchalantly replied to the curious Hobbit as he tapped the stone troll with his staff: "Of course there is more than one kind of troll. There are mountain trolls, rock trolls, cave trolls and more."
"The trolls now are rock trolls, they usually come out at night because if they come out in the daylight they will turn to stone," Gandalf explained.
As soon as Gandalf finished his explanation, a soft but gravelly voice sounded behind him. "That explains why their corpses turned to stone, but the question is: Why are these Troll-types here in the south?" Thorin, curious, asked his question, waiting for the gray wizard's explanation.
"They have ventured ever since a great dark power inhabited these lands," Gandalf said with a grim face, as if he did not wish to speak much on the subject.
"But if they turn to stone in the sunlight, why did they dare to go out in broad daylight?" curiously asked Bilbo.
"Perhaps the idiots mistook the cloudy day for night and thought there would be no trouble if they went out. If we hadn't killed them sooner or later, the daylight would have turned them to stone," I explained as I walked over to the key that was about four feet tall and hoisted it over my shoulder.
[General POV]
"Yes, that makes sense," Gandalf stated. "Besides, rock trolls like to collect things, and the key you bring with you must be the one that opens the door to their cave. It wouldn't hurt to take a look."
Hearing Gandalf's explanation, many dwarves stopped celebrating and with excitement and a greedy gleam in their eyes approached him.
"What do Trolls like to collect?"
"They sure are valuable things, let's investigate."
"Maybe these monsters, like dragons, like to collect treasures."
"How do you know dragons like to collect treasure?"
"Didn't they read you stories when you were a child Glóin? Besides, remember Smaug attacked Erebor for the gold."
"Oh right, I had forgotten."
"Come Bilbo, follow me, we are going to find the troll cave," Aldril said as he walked forward with the key on his shoulder and a curious Bilbo followed him.
Watching as everyone began to disperse to search for the cave, both Gandalf and Thorin were speechless.
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Aldril was moving in the direction the trolls were coming from, the huge footprints left in the earth were his guide, pointing the way and apparently the footprints were guiding all the dwarves that at some point were behind him and Bilbo.
Aldril quickened his pace, determined to get another sword, and it would not be just any sword. He knew from the plot that the swords in the cave belonged to the High Elves of Gondolin. Moreover, thanks to the attributes of the system, he could wield two swords easily, further increasing their lethality.
His quickened pace quickly distanced him from the dwarves. Bilbo, in a surprising display of agility, kept pace with him. He was very curious to know what they would find in the cave.
They quickly came to a rocky wall. It was easily distinguishable that it was the lower part of the mountain. Aldril and Bilbo began to search for the door to the troll cave, feeling the rocky wall and looking for a crevice where the key would fit.
Meanwhile, the dwarves had scattered, going the wrong way, allowing Aldril and Bilbo to search the cave quietly without hurrying.
After a few seconds, Bilbo's cheerful shout was heard, causing Aldril to rush over to him. "Aldril! I found the door! Quick! Open it, here's an indentation," pointing to an indentation, Aldril quickly inserted the key and forcefully turned it.
The moment he turned it, a part of the cave opened inward, giving them a dark view. For Aldril, however, the darkness was no longer an impediment. He could easily see the stairs. As he descended, a strong putrid smell reached his nostrils, causing him to pause for a moment to hold his nose.
"Woooow, what a horrible smell!" said Bilbo with his stomach churning from the terrible odor, almost causing him to vomit up this morning's breakfast.
"I know, but we have to put up with it if we want to see what's down there," he knew that for his eyesight the darkness was no longer any impediment, but his nose was still normal and he could smell the foul odors of the cave. But with determination he went deeper into the cave. No putrid odor would prevent him from reaching his goal.
As he entered the cave, he could see that the cave was very spacious, with a gloomy atmosphere. Gnawed bones scattered throughout the cave could be seen. Skeletons of animals and humans were everywhere, proving that these Trolls had been haunting this place for some time.
The moment Aldril took a step forward, his sword, as if finding something important, began to glow. Its silver glow illuminated the cave, clearing the putrid scent.
Surprised by this development, Bilbo quickly said, "Aldril, your sword is glowing!" However, he got no response, as Aldril, as if hypnotized, advanced with quick steps towards the back of the cave, reaching a shelf containing several weapons.
Reaching out, Aldril pulled a sword from the shelves. As if recognizing the call of Aldril's sword, it vibrated and reflected a dark flash. It was at that moment that Aldril heard a rough, dry voice speak in his ear.
"When the shadows of antiquity resurface, the twin swords will come together once more at the hands of those chosen by fate. The steel of Gondolin, forged with the fire of fallen stars, will awaken. In the union of blades, dormant power will be unleashed, bringing with it the light needed to face the growing darkness."
"Anglachel and Anguirel." He murmured in a trance-like state, as the two blades glowed in resonance at the mention of their names
Title: Anglachel and Anguirel
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Mae Govannen My dear readers, our Mc will go to two swords, which will make him very lethal, personally this and the chapter where the Mc's lineage is discovered were my favorites to write.
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