Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1150 1132. Return
At the edge of the old forest, Lann and Gandalf first watched Bilbo leading the pony towards the green, peaceful and harmonious Shire.

Next, the two of them will separate.

"I really hope you can go to the White Council with me again."

Gandalf held his wand and spoke to Lan with great regret.

"I felt a lot more relaxed when you shut Saruman up last time."

"He is a strong and focused person, so I have no complaints about him presiding over meetings. He just always targets me, which makes me passive every time I attend a meeting."

The old wizard led his cow-colored horse and hung his drooping silver scarf around his neck.

Under the lush white beard, a mouth kept mumbling.

"That's your problem, Gandalf." Lan said lightly. "I have my own things to do."

"Tom Bombadil?"

Walking on the edge of the old forest, Gandalf looked into the forest and uttered a name.

"Are you going to find him?"

"What else?" The demon hunter shrugged. "He was very friendly when he entertained me, but he turned around and threw me out."

As he spoke, Lan lowered his head to the side and looked at the old wizard's pointed hat.

"Why, you want to meet him too? Well, this might help your career."

Gandalf's grey pointed hat, which had been rising and falling with every step he took, showed noticeable stiffness and hesitation, but in the end, it returned to normal.

"No." Gandalf's first words were a little hesitant, but his second was completely relieved. "Well, still no!"

"As I have told you, this ancient creature cannot understand our struggles and perseverance. He appreciates good and resists evil, but he is not sensitive to it."

"He will curb the spread of evil out of his own conscience, but this curb is not strict or resolute. Again, it's because he doesn't understand."

"So be it." Gandalf looked at Old Lin again. "Let this ancient being stay peacefully in its own territory."

"Okay, okay." Lan En echoed perfunctorily, "The words of our old wizard are so meaningful and profound."

"But I'm going to look for him again."

Gandalf looked up at the tall witcher beside him with disdain, then curled his lips under his beard, swung the sleeves of his gray robe and walked forward.

"Then let's look forward to seeing each other again in the future, Dragon Slayer Lan En."

"Goodbye, and may you live long and healthy, Gandalf the Grey."

Lan En even started laughing as he spoke.

Wishing a Maia a long and healthy life. The time Gandalf has witnessed may be longer than this world.

The old wizard didn't even turn his head, but just shook the sleeves of his wide gray robe as he walked away, as a greeting.

Lan En, Qilin and the Ball of Fluff looked at each other, and then walked into the old forest together.

This old forest, which looked unremarkable from the outside, had a strange feeling when they entered.

Lan En, Qilin and Velvet Ball only felt that the lush vegetation was spontaneously making way for the branches and vines that were blocking the way.

The dewy grass was not slippery.

In this intentional or unintentional, natural giving way, they were naturally led to a place.

After walking to an open area, the roaring bear head pendant on the demon hunter's neck began to jump spontaneously.

And Lan En's eyes also showed a look of "as expected".

A small river flowed along the edge of the clearing, and a huge willow tree grew on the muddy ground near the river bank.

The trunk and bark are covered with knots and scars, showing the tree's great age.

The witcher walked over with a mischievous smile on his face and kicked the trunk of the willow tree with his toes.

"Bang, bang, hey, are you really being honest now?"

The strange thing was that even though there was no wind, the willow branches that were originally close to Lan En's side all rustled and moved to the other side.

As if she was disdainful and avoiding him.

The fluffy ball sat on the Qilin's back and came closer to look at the old willow tree curiously.

This was the old willow tree that had wanted to eat them.

A leisurely and soothing song came from the woods in the distance and kept getting closer.

Qilin turned around at the sound of horse hooves, and Lan En simply leaned his back against the old man of the willow tree, stood with his arms folded across his chest, and looked in the direction where the singing came from.

Sure enough, less than half a minute later, there was a rustling sound of tree branches rubbing against each other.

A yellow hat with blue swan feathers on it was the first to emerge from the woods.

Next came a round face with a smile that seemed to be always happy, and a red beard and red hair.

Then there is the body in the blue coat.

He was about the same size as a dwarf, with one arm holding several tender green pine branches and the other hand holding a walking stick.

"Ah! You guys are back!"

As if he had known this before, Tom Bombadil walked over without any surprise.

He held the cane in his hand and raised his hand to hold down his yellow hat.

"Did you enjoy your trip?"

he asked with a smile.

Lan En crossed his arms over his chest, leaned against the old man of the willow tree and shrugged.

"I did meet a lot of good friends, but my armor was ruined. But it doesn't matter. What are you doing holding the pine branch?"

As he spoke, Lan En took two steps forward and stretched out his hand as if to help him.

But Old Tom waved his hand and shook his smiling face: "Winter is coming soon, and it's time for the golden berries to dress up. These pine branches will be just right for that time. I searched for a long time before I found such a good one!"

"Looks like it's time for you to go, right?"

Lan, Flannel, and Kirin all nodded. "Thank you and Mrs. Goldberry for the cookies. I saved three good dwarves with them. We really should be leaving now."

As for what the witcher had said to Gandalf before, about coming to cause trouble for old Tom, it was just a joke.

"To save lives! Aha! There is no more legitimate and perfect use for this!"

Tom Bombadil said jovially.

"Goldberry will be happy to hear that!"

He leaned his cane against the old willow tree pretending to be dead next to him, and then he clapped his free hand in celebration.

All his actions were like those of an ordinary woodcutter.

"But since you are leaving soon, I will give you a small gift, Lan En."

Tom Bombadil said so.

"You make this great piece of music more exciting and interesting. Please don't refuse. In a way, this is a thank you."

"Well, I accept?"

Lan En said this uncertainly, glancing to the side.

"Won't this take too long?"

An inexplicable wind began to blow, and in mid-air, it seemed as if a mirror suddenly appeared in the air.

And this 'mirror' is becoming more and more obvious.

"No, no."

Old Tom waved his hand and spoke nonchalantly, as if he didn't notice the strange sight in the open space.

After he finished speaking, although the airflow was still disturbed, there was really no sound at all.

"Come on, Lan. Excuse me, you have to lower your head a little."

The smiling old man carefully put down the pile of pine branches in his arms and walked up to Lan En.

The witcher also bent down to follow suit.

Then, Old Tom gently touched Lan's forehead with his finger.

"All right."

It was just a light touch, and nothing else happened. Old Tom straightened his yellow hat with a blue feather, bent down and picked up a bunch of pine branches and his walking stick.

"Goodbye, kids! Have a nice trip!"

After saying hello, the short old man hummed the ballad again, went into the woods without looking back, and disappeared without a trace.

From the perspectives of Flannel Ball and Qilin, Lan, who was tapped on the forehead by Tom Bombadil, froze after such an ordinary action.

He stared ahead with empty eyes, unable to focus.

After Old Tom left, the wave of chaotic magic became even more violent.

The roaring bear head pendant on Lan En's neck was jumping around like dancing, and the sound of the air flowing inexplicably became stronger and stronger. Finally, a "crackling" sound exploded in the air, and patterns similar to broken glass appeared out of thin air.

"Xilulu!"

'It's over! Lan has been fooled by old Tom!'

Qilin was like an anxious big dog, jumping around the demon hunter, rushing forward and stopping suddenly from time to time, as if trying to scare him awake.

“Is it that serious, meow?!”

The fluffy ball was also confused, so it quickly jumped off the Qilin's back, ran to the frozen Lan En and shook his body.

But at this moment, Lan En reached out and pressed down the furry little paw that was waving in front of his eyes.

His expression was still numb, and he even seemed a little demented, but at least he said something logical.

"No, I'm fine."

As he said that, he walked towards the already opened celestial sphere intersection rift.

The fluffy ball and Qilin quickly followed him and looked at him worriedly.

Fortunately, this state seemed to be very short-lived, only about two minutes, and the witcher returned to his normal state.

But the surprise in his eyes was always strong.

This state lasted even until he stepped into the water of Lake Vizima again.
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"So," the Lady of the Lake said calmly, playing with a strand of her dark green hair with one finger. "That's what Galadriel said?"

"She said that when we were playing together in Valinor, she was actually the one who took care of me? Humph!"

Although the tone was calm, facing the naked goddess sitting on the throne of waves, Velvet Ball still felt a little scared for some reason.

Kitty cautiously took two steps back and tugged at Lan's clothes. Unfortunately, the demon hunter, who was usually very good at dealing with the goddess, seemed to be thinking about something and did not respond at all.

The Lady in the Lake seemed to have noticed the problem and was not worried at all. She skipped her favorite "teasing" part and asked questions to the calico cat.

This made the fluff ball feel like sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn in its back, and like a fishbone stuck in its throat.

But there was no way. In the slightly narrowed eyes of the Lady of the Lake, the kitten could only meow timidly and a little embarrassedly.

The lady's hand reached out to Lan En's waist as he was deep in thought, and with a swish she drew out her long knife.

Although he didn't seem convinced, his tone was a bit dangerous.

But when she saw the knife with her own eyes, Lady in the Lake's eyes showed nostalgia, smile, and appreciation.

"Galadriel, the light of the Two Trees."

The essence of the Light of Earendil is the light of the most precious treasure in the world - the Silmaril.

The Silmarils were made by the greatest Elf craftsman, Fëanor, who preserved and merged the light of the Two Trees that once shone on Arda, and then made the three Silmarils.

For the Lady of the Lake, who had played and studied with Galadriel in Valinor during the era of the Two Trees, the 'Light of Earendil' only appeared in the First Age.

The name of this light that she was more familiar with was - [Light of the Two Sacred Trees].

(End of this chapter)