Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 110 The Return of the Prince

The speed of the Holy Spirit was very fast, but it did not make Bilbo feel uncomfortable.They first walked south along the River Run, and soon crossed the town of Long Lake.

Looking at the long wooden bridge beside Lake Esgalos, Bilbo even remembered how hospitable the people here were.Reminds me of those happy days.Reminds me of that always-stern bargeman.

He wanted very much to go in and say hello to them, but the hobbit was so homesick at this moment that he hesitated and finally decided to continue on his way.

Beorn, in the form of a huge black bear, followed closely behind.

They crossed the Jungle River and went south along the east side of the Great Green Wood until they came to the entrance of the Old Forest Road.

At this time the cold has become more and more pressing.Almost all the forests have become withered and yellow, with a strong smell of decay and a hint of desolation.

Looking at the deep and misty forest when he came, and the shadow of the mountain that was no longer visible behind him, Bilbo couldn't help asking: "Hey, Lord Hal, I have a question that has been on my mind for a long time—— Why did Lord Turka leave early? I thought I could say goodbye to him..."

"Bilbo Baggins, you are indeed a great man, but only as far as your race is concerned."

At this time, they had walked into the trail built by the elves in ancient times, and the crisp sound of horseshoes echoed in the deep forest like a clear spring.Hearing the hobbit's question, Nahal spoke, "But this world is big, and your story is just a small chapter in it. The Son of Destiny, who is concerned by the mighty, has something to worry about. The trajectory of his fate is far from being revealed, and he must devote more energy to the south."

"While you are embarking on this small but wonderful adventure, the human world has undergone drastic changes. Ororin—that is, Gandalf in your mouth is caught in it, and Lord Turka is rushing to deal with it."

Hearing the wizard's news, Bilbo's spirits lifted.

He had not heard from the wise and quick-witted old man for many months since leaving the cottage in Beorn.I can still vividly remember the days when the two of them smoked and greeted each other in front of Bag End, Hobbiton.But turning around and looking again, this magnificent adventure is over.

Apart from the holy Nahar and Beorn who was transformed into a bear, the hobbit had no companions who had walked along the way, which made Bilbo feel sad and nostalgic.

He asked: "May I ask what happened? I heard Lord Turka and Gandalf talking about the plague at the beginning. Has this terrible problem been solved now? What trouble did Gandalf get into? What happened to the human world?" what?"

But Nahal obviously didn't want to talk about this with us hobbits, because as Bahrain said at the beginning, if those big figures can't solve these problems, what can he do as a hobbit?

So Nahal said: "Bilbo Baggins, though you are kind and a good man, these questions are beyond your capacity, and they will only add to your troubles. Besides, don't you want to go home Is it? Home is ahead and the world is behind you! Hobbit, it's time to go home! Let's put those annoying problems behind us, your adventure is over, and enjoy your short and bright For the life of a mortal, we will have a chance to meet again in the future!"

As he said that, Nahal hissed and turned into a silvery white lightning, running in the deep and deep green forest. The surrounding branches and vines avoided the holy spirit from the blessed land in the west.

Seeing this, Bilbo knew that his story did end here.

With concern for his friends and trust in the silver king and wizard, he hugged the thick and graceful neck of Holy Spirit Nahar, feeling the joy of returning home.

Although Beorn was not as fast as the Holy Spirit, but he ran with all his strength, not too far behind.

And on the other side of the world.

As Turka Arakanor clears the land of the Dark Lord's legacy in the North.

Gondor.

Minas Tirith.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh."

A huge horn sounded from the south, and a majestic army appeared at the end of the sky, with neat cavalry and winding infantry, with no end in sight.

The people of the Holy White City cheered loudly.

Finally, after almost eight months of expedition, the people of Gondor ushered in the return of the warriors who went out.

"victory!"

Countless voices shouted, and the whole city boiled. "Our warrior is finally back! Victory!"

Long ago, heralds and standard bearers rode white horses representing victory, galloping along the avenue like arrows.The sunlight of day lengthened the shadows of the cavalry.

As they rode wildly, they shouted: "The king has returned victorious! The king has returned victorious!"

The excited crowd didn't even pay attention to what they were shouting.Everyone stood beside the tidy street and extended their hands to bless the returning warriors.

The look on his face was excited and honored.

At that time, the six upper gates of Minas Tirith were opened one by one, and the regent wanted to welcome the brave warriors of Gondor in the high royal court, and asked the prime minister's son for news immediately.

As a result, the loud horseshoes continuously echoed over the sky of this great city. Every time they passed through a city gate, the people there gave out huge cheers, and the whole city almost boiled.

And it was these cheers that made a person even more worried.

Gandalf stood on the second-floor balcony of a house, smoking his old pipe, with his staff in his left hand so that he could reach it at all times.

Glamdrin hung at his waist.

Obviously, even in this great city that was supposed to be the last hope of mankind, our gray robe wizards have never lowered their vigilance.

Because he discovered that this holy white city was already shrouded in shadow. ——About the battle between the gray-robed wizard and the blue-robed wizard, maybe we can learn from the book "The Mystery of Ishtar" in the future.But for now, let's turn our attention to what's next.Because of its far-reaching influence, it even changed the history of the Central Continent.

After paying a heavy price, the gray robe wizard Gandalf reluctantly repelled the shadows that occupied the last hope city of the human world.

But the wizard also missed the war between the dwarves and the orcs.

Fortunately, the silver king arrived in time, not only successfully completed the adventure, but also triggered a speed race about the fate of the Central Continent.

When all the wise men who could feel the coming of the Mighty One saw the shining holy light in the eastern sky, almost everyone couldn't help cheering (screaming) with excitement (fear).

Because that means that the holy eyes of the Villars are still watching this continent all the time, and the shadows will have nowhere to hide!

However, Gandalf did not know it then.

Now, the wizard Gandalf will repel his old friend and help the people here to eliminate the evil magic that hangs over this great city.

As a result, the news that the prime minister's son returned from the expedition to Umbar Harbor immediately spread throughout Gondor.

Out of some worries, Gandalf did not rush back to the Lonely Mountain as planned to help the dwarves deal with the dragon's problem, but stayed.

Because he felt that the human world would undergo drastic changes.

After waiting for nearly a month, finally, Gondor's expeditionary army returned.

Different from the excited people, Gandalf was more concerned about the words shouted by the standard bearers: The king has returned victorious!

"It seems that the human world is about to usher in a terrible turmoil, and the reason is actually a disaster!" Gandalf bit his pipe and kept puffing, looking extremely worried.

As a well-known wise man in Central Continent, he has an exclusive room in the Holy White City, even if he is not around, someone will clean it regularly.

This room is very close to the wall of the royal city, and not far from the shoulder of the mountain that connects the mountain to the guard mountain.The interior on the ground floor was bare of furniture except for a small table, two chairs, a bench, and some elegant hangings without figures, shining with a dull gold luster.

Walking up to the carved second floor, it is a bright and airy comfortable room.At each end of the room was an alcove, separated by a curtain, containing a comfortably furnished bed, and water-jugs and basins for washing.

The chamber had three high, narrow windows facing north, looking across the great winding course of the Anduin, still misty, to the Emyn Muil and Rauros Falls in the distance.

It was on the balcony of the second floor that Gandalf heard and saw the return of the great army of Exelion from the south, bringing with it new dangers and shadows of terror.

In particular, when he saw Turgon II's son, the majestic and ruthless Exelian, riding a tall horse that was covered in white without a trace of variegation, in front of a group of Umbar nobles and Surrounded by their personal soldiers, and a noble man who was so perfect that one could hardly help wondering whether it was the mighty men of the West, they entered through the tall city gate of Minas Tirith and passed through the first floor. Another level of city gate, leading directly to the seventh level city where the royal court is located.

Gandalf's long eyebrows even stood up.

His gaze was first attracted by the figure following the hero Exelion.

"how can that be?"

The wizard exclaimed, and his seemingly old fingers even broke the tobacco rod in his hand: "Humans don't have such power! That man is not an elf! Nor is it the holy spirits of the West, but the aura on him is as powerful as... as if ..."

As if aware of Gandalf's gaze, Orendil, who was riding on a tall steed, suddenly raised his head and smiled at the wizard on the second floor.

The gray-robed wizard suddenly fell into an ice cellar.It's like falling into the darkest center of the earth.

Cold all over.

Not a ray of light could be seen.

And outside, everyone is cheering;

The Shanhu tsunami extends from the gate of the first ring to the fountain square on the seventh floor.

All are blessed;

Countless white flowers were thrown from the second floor, from the tower, and from both sides of the street, and landed on the head of this army with a well-groomed appearance and bright armor. Every weapon and every horse seemed to have been rebuilt. up and down.

"hero!"

Countless voices converged into a huge cry, which startled the birds from the Guard Mountain and Mindolin Mountain to leave their nests and scream non-stop.

"Hero Exelian!"

"Exthelion the Conqueror!"

"Exelion, the Lord of Mercy!"

Hearing the cheers from all over the city, Exelian stretched out his hand and pinched a pure white flower petal that fell from the sky. Under the exquisite and tight helmet, a smile appeared on his handsome face.

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