Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 162
Shire in April is a sunny and spring season. In the countryside of Buckland, a strange combination of two big and four small is hurriedly and silently avoiding all the main roads and walking on a secluded and dark path. superior.

They were walking in such a hurry that the leader of the big race didn't even want to stop to wait for the barefooted halflings.He looked around vigilantly, leading everyone away from the manor of the farmer and the brandy deer family from time to time, jumped off the difficult path, and walked out of the bushes at the other end.

The four hobbits behind him followed him and the wizard, and they crossed the Wicker and the Ballanduin, passed the bottom of the hollow, rounded the green foot of a steep hill, and entered Another valley, deeper and wider.

The country was full of grass and springy turf, and all was silent except for the faint sound of air currents over the edges of the earth, and the solitary call of a strange bird high above.

At that time, the expressions on the faces of Sam, Merry, and Pippin also changed from excitement at the beginning to tiredness and fear.Because at this time they have left the hobbit's homeland and entered a strange land.

Sam Gamgee, who caused the disaster, muttered in fear and aggrieved: "I didn't even have time to water the daisies in the garden. I hope they haven't completely withered when I come back."

Two days ago, when Frodo and his party were preparing to go to the home of the elves called Imladris, or Rivendell, to participate in the important meeting that Gandalf said, they were met by little friends Sam, Pippin and Merry was blocked.

When stupid Sam Gamgee (in hindsight, not really a smart move) blurted out about the ring, there was no doubt that in order for these impulsive, reckless but innocent little The fellows would not tell of Frodo's journey, and Gandalf and Aragorn took them with them.

Merry glanced at the wizard and the tall human being, and couldn't help but say, "Oh, dear Sam, I have a hunch that you won't see your beloved daisy anymore. It's not a curse or something, but I have a hunch , we will miss the entire spring and autumn of the Shire! Maybe we will return to the Shire in the cold winter, but by that time, those flowers in your garden must have all withered."

"Aren't we just going to see the home of the elves? Why did it take so long?" Pippin of the Took family said in surprise: "Could it be that the elves will stay with us for so long? I hope their food will satisfy me, Of course I'm not being picky, it's just, do they have a second lunch?"

Frodo stopped walking now knowingly, and looked back.

The old woods in the distance seemed to be smoking, as if all the rainwater that had fallen had been re-steamed from the leaves and roots and mounds.A shadow now hung over the edge of vision, a dark mist, and above it the sky was like a blue cap, hot and heavy.

And a short and sturdy figure is looking over here in the lush bushes of the old forest, the blue feather on the tall hat on the head is so bright.Frodo could even see what seemed to be a smile on his face.

"It's Tom Bombadil, who knows I'm gone," said Frodo, with a tinge of sadness in his heart.For he had a hunch that this would be the last time he saw his cheerful, always-singing friend.Their fate in Central Continent has ended since then, and they will never meet again in the distant future.

Gandalf stood beside him with a cane, and a flash of understanding flashed in his black eyes, as if he knew that the mysterious and respectable master of the forest had been following them all along.

He said: "Frodo, each of us will have a time of parting. There is no need to be sad, because this also represents a new beginning."

Frodo bowed his head in thought for a while, then raised his head, and said, "Perhaps. But I hope to say goodbye." As he spoke, he raised his hand high, and kept waving from distant friends.

"Good-bye, Tom Bombadil! Good-bye, Charles!"

The venerable old man seemed to hear Frodo's farewell, and he laughed, nodded to them, and disappeared deep into the old wood.

Frodo dropped his hands, growing more sentimental.Because he seemed to hear the familiar cheerful singing in his ears, "Happy dong! Happy dong! Ring ding ding dong!

Old Tom Bombadil, Lotte old man,
He was wearing a sky blue coat and yellow leather boots.

Farewell to friends, farewell to home, the hobbit is going far away. "

"I think." Pippin, who had been wondering whether the Elves would have a second lunch, jumped up to them, and said, "You needn't be sad, Frodo, for we'll come back anyway. Right?"

He looked at his good friend Merry.

Mei Li looked at the wizard and Aragorn, silent.

"I don't want to be the villain who interrupts other people's remembrance of their friends and homeland." After arriving in the wilderness, the ranger who appeared more stern and vigilant came back.He looked at the sky, and there was a trace of anxiety in his gray eyes: "But we don't have enough time, we need to pass through the hills in the distance, and then enter a safer area. It's too close to the ancient mound. Not a good place to stay.”

The four hobbits shuddered when they heard the name.Even in Shire, they had heard rumors that there was an ancient mound in the ancient mound beyond the old forest.But no hobbit would like to hear that kind of story, even when sitting by a cozy fire away from the place.

Frodo glanced eastward, and saw higher hills yonder, looking down upon them; and green mounds were all round the tops of these hills, and in some stood stone monuments, like a jagged mouth protruding from the green gums. The teeth are aligned, pointing directly at the sky.

He was in a trance.He seemed to see that the rising sun was shining on this land, where kings and warriors were fighting each other, and their brand-new bloodthirsty swords were shining like fire.Victory, defeat, towers toppled, fortresses burned, flames rose to the sky.

Then the coffins of dead kings and queens were piled with gold, and mounds covered them, and the doors of the rock tombs were closed, and the green weeds covered them all.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and gradually, the flocks of sheep walk and graze, but soon the hills are barren again.A shadow rises from a distant dark place, and the bones in the tomb stir.

Barbarian wights haunted the valleys, rings jingled on cold withered fingers, and gold chains swayed in the wind.Circles of tombstones were exposed on the ground, grinning grinningly under the moonlight like broken teeth.

"Frodo!" came the wizard's harsh voice suddenly, rousing him from his vision.Only then did Frodo realize that his hand unconsciously held the necklace around his neck again, holding a cold, round thing tightly in his palm.

"I... I'm all right." Frodo gasped, with cold sweat dripping from his brow and body.

However, the worry and anxiety in the eyes of Gandalf and Aragorn grew stronger.

"Too late," whispered Aragorn. "They sensed that Frodo was leaving Tom Bombadil's protection, and came to him."

"We cannot stay," said Gandalf. "We must be at Bree before dark, for it is much safer there than in the wild!"

Aragorn gritted his teeth, looked at the four extremely nervous hobbits, and nodded fiercely.

He urged the four hobbits to hurry.

But Pippin was still muttering, talking about eating regardless of the severity, and was severely scolded by the wizard and Aragorn at the same time.

Gandalf encouraged Frodo to persevere for a while, and wait until the human town to rest.So Frodo could only cheer up and go on the road again.

Only Merry comforted Pippin in a low voice: "Don't you understand? Frodo and the others didn't just travel far away. Sam's stupid shout put us in some kind of danger, otherwise you would think Dove, why are they so nervous?"

Sam blushed, but didn't know what to say.

Pippin nodded ignorantly.

All the people went over the shoulders of several distant hills without stopping, walked down their long slopes, and climbed up their gentle sides.

As Frodo saw, neither the land nor the hills were treeless, nor any water; and the solitary call of a strange bird high above.

They walked and walked, until the sun was high and the sun was setting.At last, they were almost coming out of the disturbing hills.Then a stele appeared before Frodo and them, high up in the sun overhead, like a boundary marker, or a guardian finger, or rather a warning.

When the wizard saw the stele, he immediately yelled to stop.

"Some unusual things are approaching." Gandalf pulled out Glamdrin from his waist with a serious and nervous expression, and held it in his hand, the staff in his left hand was always ready. "Aragorn, be careful!"

Aragorn immediately drew his sharp sword out of its sheath, his originally hunched waist was instantly straightened, and his gray eyes were fixed on the road ahead.

At this time, the setting sun showed a pale yellow color, and the erected stone tablet cast a bleak shadow extending eastward in the sunlight, covering them.An ominous mist accompanied by a gloomy mountain wind quickly covered the mountain streams and high hills from scratch.

Through the mist, a certain cold and terrifying atmosphere is spreading in the air. The air is cold and deep, and the surroundings are dead silent.

"Don't get separated, everyone is holding hands." The wizard said sharply, the gem on the staff gave off a bright white light, but it couldn't completely dispel the fog.Immediately afterwards, he closed his eyes, as if sensing something.

Sam and the others were very nervous and didn't understand what was going on. "Gandalf?" Frodo suddenly felt that his head was extremely heavy, the ring on his neck became extremely hot, and everything in front of him was spinning.A hoarse voice kept echoing in his ears and heart, as if to say: You went to death just to bring my ring.

"It's the ancient mound corpse!"

Aragorn's pupils shrank, and he swung his sword to block a dead man's blade shrouded in white smoke!
"And Nazgul!" The wizard opened his eyes suddenly, and he could sense that something was rushing towards this place at high speed, and terrifying roars were coming and going.

"Go!" Gandalf swung his staff like a bell, knocking down one of the wights we had seen in Carndum before, and Glamdrin in his right hand smashed the other wight with a sword. The disgusting head was chopped off. "Run up the hill, the starlight will pierce the fog."

But Frodo could scarcely move again, for the evil voice nearly gripped his heart, and the ring grew heavy and heavy around his neck, and burned his skin.

"I have been waiting for you so long!" said a deep and cold voice, as if from the ground, "my ring, Hobbit, give me back my ring!"

"No!" screamed Frodo, and seemed to see a tall black figure bending over him, like a shadow against the starlight.He thought he saw two strangely cold eyes, burning with a faint light that seemed to come from far away.He fell to the ground in horror, his hands and feet were cold.

"Frodo!" exclaimed Sam.

"Don't try to succeed! Sauron!"

Naya, the ring of fire on Gandalf's finger, shone brightly, dispelling most of the dense mist, and then Sam and the others saw Frodo curled up on the cold ground.

"Run, you idiots!"

A thunderbolt from the jewel of the wizard's staff destroyed the third wight completely, filling it with a pungent sulfurous smell.But Gandalf's expression did not dare to relax at all.Because of the next moment.

"Old greybeard!"

A big black horse suddenly jumped out of the mist, and a terrifying knight in a black cloak, armored hands and feet, with a hollow face waved the black ancient sword of the devil's cave in his hand, and slashed fiercely at Gandalf.

Pippin and Merry covered their ears in pain, "Frodo!" Sam struggled, trying to help his young master.

A monster of fear on one side and a friend on the other.After a moment's hesitation, Pippin and Merry screamed, fighting back their fear and pain, and rushed forward, picked up Frodo from the ground, turned and ran up the hill.

At this time, the No.2 black knight rushed out from the mist, and the ancient sword in his hand pierced Frodo's back like a poisonous snake.

"Don't even think about it!"

Aragorn slashed off the neck of the first wight that was as hard as steel, and flung out the Arno royal sword that Arathorn had found from Anuminas.

The No.2 black knight had no choice but to turn around, knocking away the long sword thrown by Aragorn with the ancient sword in his hand.

Ding.

The blade of the sword, like autumn water, was inserted into the ground, whistling non-stop.

At this time, No. 3 black knight rushed out from the mist with a foul smelling wind, and slashed at Aragorn's back with his sword.The result was cut into the air.

It turned out that at the critical moment, Aragorn jumped forward in embarrassment and escaped the fatal blow.

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