Gandalf took the spear, stroking and examining it carefully, exclaiming, "Luke, your luck is truly enviable!"
"If I'm not mistaken, this spear has an extraordinary origin; it is the divine spear of the High King of the Noldor, Gil-galad—Aeglos. It accompanied Gil-galad through countless battles and achieved the feat of wounding the Dark Lord Sauron in the Battle of the Last Alliance, but as Gil-galad fell in battle, this divine spear disappeared without a trace."
"I never expected to see it today among the Goblin King's treasures."
Hearing Gandalf's account, everyone was astonished, their eyes all fixed on the silver-white spear.
Even the Dwarves, who were at odds with Elves, had heard of Gil-galad's name.
As the last High King of the Noldor and the founder of the Kingdom of Lindon, Gil-galad, along with Elendil, the founder of the Kingdom of Arnor, formed the Last Alliance of Elves and Men.
They gathered their armies in Rivendell, crossed the Misty Mountains, advanced south along the Anduin River, defeated Sauron's army in the Battle of Dagorlad, and then besieged Sauron's stronghold—Barad-dûr.
During the Siege of Barad-dûr, Sauron was forced to emerge from the Dark Tower and confront Gil-galad and Elendil.
Ultimately, both Gil-galad and Elendil fell in battle; Gil-galad's divine spear Aeglos disappeared, and Elendil's sword Narsil was shattered by Sauron.
As Sauron was reveling in his triumph, Isildur, Elendil's son, picked up the fragments of the broken sword and cut off Sauron's finger, which bore the one ring, leading to Sauron's physical demise and ultimate defeat.
Luke took the divine spear, also greatly surprised; he had not expected this spear to have such a history.
As the weapon of the High King of the Noldor, Gil-galad, the divine spear Aeglos embodied the painstaking efforts of countless Elven craftsmen, representing the pinnacle of Elven artistry and truly a divine weapon.
The divine spear Aeglos is nearly two meters long, forged from an unknown material, incredibly hard and sharp, yet incredibly light.
Luke could wield it with one hand.
"Use it well; this is the only weapon that has touched Sauron's blood and remains intact, capable of deterring many dark creatures," Gandalf said enviously.
"The divine spear is indestructible; it can even pierce Sauron's dark armor. Perhaps it can penetrate the scales of a Dragon, becoming a key weapon for the victory at the Lonely Mountain."
"I will," Luke nodded solemnly.
Although he already had the Flame Sword as a weapon, who would complain about having too many weapons?
Not to mention it was an indestructible divine spear.
Moreover, he had also realized that while magic spells were clearly effective against creatures like Orc, they likely wouldn't inflict much damage on powerful Maia-level creatures such as Dragons or Balrogs.
He even wondered if the Killing Curse could truly kill the Dragon Smaug.
After all, the Killing Curse targets the soul, but for creatures like Dragons, whose souls are incredibly powerful, the Killing Curse cast by Luke with his current strength would probably not cause fatal damage to a Dragon.
Just as Barty Crouch Jr. disguised as Moody with Polyjuice Potion in Harry Potter, he once said that even if a fourth-year student mastered the Killing Curse and cast it on him, at most it would only give him a nosebleed and would not kill him at all.
In such circumstances, a native artifact like the divine spear Aeglos could exert greater power and inflict damage on a Dragon.
Luke put the divine spear Aeglos into his leather pouch space, then looked at the gold and silver treasures filling the cave.
Although he was no longer short of treasure, he wouldn't abandon it when he encountered it.
He picked up some old and new money bags from the ground and expanded their interiors to about two meters using the Undetectable Extension Charm.
Then he waved his wand, distributing all the treasures in the cave into the money bags, filling more than a dozen bag spaces, and then placing these bags into another bag space.
The Dwarves, witnessing this scene, were dumbfounded. All that treasure, just like that, fit into a small bag?
What then was the point of their earlier efforts, stuffing their bags until they were bulging?
Under the Dwarves' resentful and pleading gazes, Luke touched his nose and agreed to expand the space of everyone's money bags.
Even Thorin, who hadn't taken any treasure, received a spatial one from him.
So the Dwarves happily stuffed all their treasures and belongings into their money bags.
And the two young Dwarves, Kili and Fili, were even more amazed, sticking their entire hands into the bags, then excitedly pointing at their seemingly severed arms and exclaiming.
"Alright, we should leave here," Luke called out to the excited Dwarves who were playing with their money bags, "Don't forget we still haven't found Bilbo!"
Upon hearing this, the Dwarves instantly sobered up, exchanging glances.
"Oh right, Bilbo hasn't been found yet, we almost forgot about him."
Remembering the poor Bilbo, everyone quickly exited the treasure cave.
However, looking at the steep and bottomless abyss, they couldn't find a way down for a while.
"It's too steep, how do we get down?"
Everyone looked at each other.
"Jump," Luke said, "I'll catch you with magic."
Without another word, he leaped down.
Everyone was terrified by this sudden scene, watching Luke fall into the abyss.
"Oh, dear, he won't fall to his death, will he?" the Dwarf Bofur said in fright.
"Listen to Luke, everyone, I'll go first."
Gandalf said with a chuckle, then, before anyone could react, he also jumped down.
The Dwarves left behind exchanged glances.
"How about you jump first, Fili?" Kili urged.
"Why not you jump first?" Fili retorted ungraciously.
Bofur carefully peered down into the abyss, then quickly retreated, patted his chest, and shook his head vigorously: "It's so high, falling down would definitely turn us into a pulp. I'm not jumping, my heart can't take it!"
Just as the Dwarves hesitated, Thorin, after a moment of deliberation, resolutely jumped down.
"Thorin!" The Dwarves were startled.
Thorin was the heir of their Durin Dwarf clan; if anything happened to him, this journey to the Lonely Mountain would be meaningless.
The Dwarves no longer hesitated and all jumped down.
Feeling the rapid descent and the rushing wind, the Dwarves screamed in terror, just as they thought they were about to hit the ground.
"Cushioning Charm!" Luke's voice echoed from below.
The Dwarves instantly felt their descent slow, stopping abruptly about twenty centimeters from the ground. Before they could sigh in relief, they lost support the next second and fell face-first onto the ground.
The Dwarves groaned and awkwardly scrambled to their feet.
"That was too exhilarating, my heart almost stopped beating!" The oldest Dwarf, Balin, gasped for breath, clutching his chest with lingering fear.
Gandalf was already standing beside Luke, chuckling as he watched the Dwarves. "This is a rare opportunity for an experience; it would be a pity to miss it, after all, not many people jump from such a height and don't die."
"Forget it, we Dwarves only like living on the ground; we don't enjoy this kind of thrill at all," Bofur said with a look of rejection.
"By the way, where's Bilbo? Wasn't he at the bottom of the abyss? Why don't I see him?"
"I'll check again with the Palantír." Luke took out the Palantír again, thinking that after so long, Bilbo should have taken off the one ring and become visible.