[Type] A The Silmarillion fanfiction.
[Disclaimer] Everything belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien. The mistakes in this story are all mine.
Ulmo warned him again that Turgon too was subject to the Doom of Mandos, a doom Ulmo was powerless to undo. He said: “Therefore these things shall come to pass: the Curse of the Noldor shall at last find you too, and treachery shall arise within your own house, followed by destruction by fire. But if this peril truly draws near, one shall come from Nevrast to warn you; and after the ruin by fire, through him, hope shall be born for Elves and Men. Therefore leave in this house a suit of armor and a sword, so that he may find this gear, and by it you shall recognize him and not be deceived.” Then Ulmo told Turgon what kind and size of helm, armor, and sword he should leave behind.
The Silmarillion
Premise:
Why is it said that a spring is as calm as water? Idril's baby likes him very much. A seven-year-old elf doll is equivalent to a three-year-old human doll. He is just as old as his mother. When he heard that Yongquan was gone, even Baicheng hated him. If you attract love from a baby like this, you won't always be quiet. . .