Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 175 All parties are moving
"Then, I hope this ring can be kept by you." Frodo suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said with a flushed face: "This thing is a burden to the hobbit, I hope it can stay away from us, away from Charles."

But Turka said to him: "As I have said, Frodo, each has his duty. Though I can defeat the enemy and clear away the old shadows, this alone is beyond my power. "

Then, under the surprised and terrified eyes of everyone, the Silver King took the magic ring and put it on his smallest thumb.

"Look."

Turka said, holding up his hand for everyone to watch, nothing happened.

Frodo even thought for a moment that there was something wrong with his eyes.But Bilbo said, "If I didn't understand it many years ago, I do feel the power of Destiny now."

"This trouble was caused by a stupid hobbit, so it's best he's out there doing his best to clean it up," he sighed. "I'm very comfortable here, and I'm making good progress on my book. I've even started thinking about the ending: he's lived happily ever after. It's a good ending, even if it's corny. But now I'll have to revise it, because it doesn't seem to be possible. At least , there will obviously be several more chapters to be added - if I ever come back alive to write them. When should I go?"

Boromir looked at Bilbo in astonishment, but he swallowed the laugh that rose to his lips just in time when he saw the respect they all had for the old hobbit.Only Groin smiled, but his smile was from the past.

"Of course, my dear Bilbo," Turka said, taking the Ring from his finger, turning it around between his fingers as if playing with a gizmo, and then holding it in his palm: "This trouble is really You caused it, but now you know very well that this trouble has nothing to do with you. You chose to let it go, and you can't take it back. In fact, any hero will only participate in a small part of the great cause. It belongs to you That part is over, and you're just a recorder. Finish your book, and save the ending! It still has hope of coming true. Maybe, though, you're ready to write a sequel."

Bilbo bowed slightly. "Since you say so, my lord, it must be so. And I don't think I have any strength or luck left to deal with this ring. It has grown, and I have not. But now the problem returns. What are we going to do with this ring? We all know it should be destroyed by the flames of Mount Doom, but in the meantime, what are we going to do with it?"

Turka looked around at everyone, and finally fell on Frodo: "Unfortunately, Frodo, this responsibility belongs to you! I will smooth the way to Mordor for you, but in the end, the choice must be made by you , do you understand?" He spread his palms before Frodo.

This is not a prophecy, but as his power has grown, Turka now has a greater sense of future events.He vaguely felt that the Fellowship of the Ring would definitely be born again, but obviously it would not be carried out in the original way.

It's just that no matter how far away the scene is, he can't see it clearly. He only knows that there are two figures he is familiar with.

He glanced at the twins, and saw that although they were deeply attracted by the little golden ring in his palm like everyone else, in the end, they were still with Elrond, Gandalf, and Groffin. Del and Aragorn, like them, got rid of the control of the Supreme Lord of the Rings.

Frodo glanced at every face, but none looked at him.Most of the people in the meeting lowered their eyes, staring at the ring closely, while the rest seemed to be in deep thought.

A great terror came over him, as if he were waiting for some doom to be pronounced, which he had foreseen, but hoped in vain for never to come—and now the Silver King had lifted the mists, Let him face his fate: he must really let it go, like Bilbo, so that he will not be a slave to the Ring like Gollum.

"If this be my fate." Frodo waited long before he mustered the strength to speak, but was surprised to hear his own words, as if some other will were speaking through his small voice. "Then I'd take it!" he said.

Elrond looked up at him.For an instant Frodo felt the piercing look penetrate his heart. "I think this task is assigned to you by Fate, as Lord Turka says, Frodo," said he. "It is a burden so heavy that no one can force it upon another. Will force it on you, but if you will take it, I say, you have chosen rightly; and, if all the great friends of the ancient Elves Hador, Húrin, Túrin, and even Beren himself , you should also have a place among them."

Glorfindel also said: "This hour belongs to the people of the Shire, who rise up from their peaceful fields to shake the towers and resolutions of the Great. Who among all wise men has foreseen this hour? Or, is it Because they are too wise to foresee this moment before it comes?"

"That's it!" Gandalf watched as the silver king handed the ring back to Frodo, and said: "The Holy White Council has decided to give the ring to Frodo for safekeeping! We all protect him until the ring-bearer Completely destroy the enemy's weapons!"

Seeing this, the others bowed their heads and paid high respects to the ring-bearer.

To sum up, the news that Turka Arakano openly declared war on the darkness of Middle-earth at the meeting that decided the fate of Middle-earth quickly spread, which made people who were tortured in that sad and dark age The people were very excited.

April is the season when everything grows.

Although the Rohir people in West Emnet have experienced too much suffering and too much sorrow, there are still smiles on their skinny faces at this moment.

Because of the abundant rainfall this year, warblers fly and grass grows in the vast wetland plain, and the green grass stretches endlessly.It can be expected that in autumn, the newborn horses will be fatter and stronger than in previous years.And this is the only light for the people of Rohan who have almost lost hope.

Of course, it could also be that there were too many corpses buried under that land, which made the land of hope that originally belonged to the Rohir people more fertile.

Éomer ran very fast, regardless of the fact that it was not so suitable for his identity.He was wearing shiny armor, with a sword hanging around his waist, and the cold chain mail made crackling sounds from time to time as he ran, but his quick and light steps did not affect him.

He strode up the steps in front of the Meduselde Palace, and ran to the palace gate in a few strokes.Then he was stopped by guards.

"My lord, please keep your weapons." The guards of the palace gate crossed their spears and said.

The excitement in Éomer's eyes faded slightly, and he said, "You know who I am, soldier. How dare you stop me?"

However, a voice sounded from behind the guard, "This is the king's order." Hama, the captain of the guards and the gate guard, said, "Lord Eomer, no one is excluded."

"Hama." Éomer looked at the loyal captain of the guards in surprise.

But the burly captain with a brown-red beard and hair nodded helplessly, and said in a low voice, "This is an order from the stingy king, Iomer, please forgive me."

Marshal of East Rohan, nephew of Theoden, son of the heroic Éomund, when Éomer heard the name of the viper, the disgust in his eyes was naked and undisguised, but in the end he could only sigh and surrendered his waist. sword in between.

"Keep it well, don't let it get damaged in the slightest, because I have a hunch that I will use it soon." He said to the guard.

"Please rest assured." Hama took the sword: "I will keep it personally."

Éomer nodded, then walked past the guards.Immediately, someone lifted the heavy wooden bolt on the hall door, and slowly pushed the door inward, and the thick hinges creaked.

Éomer stepped into the hall.

(End of this chapter)