The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Zelin, I want to ask you something."

One day, they lay on a hillside, after enjoying their food, they looked at the bright moon and stars on the horizon, leaning against the warm bonfire.

"What's the matter?"

"What kind of person do you think Altariel is? What kind of elf?"

"Hmm... sometimes she is extreme and self-confident, but when she fails, she becomes inferior. I have seen people like this. A victory will make him full of confidence, and a setback will become suspicious. Doubt about yourself." Ze Lin put his hands behind his head and looked at the sky. "But I suspect that the reason she did this is to doubt whether her ability can fulfill the burden on her shoulders. Going to Mordor alone to hunt down the powerful ring spirits, she may take decades, hundreds of years or even longer to do it alone. Arrived. Celebrity gave her a hope, a possibility of successfully defeating the ring spirit in a few months or even a few years. This is fear, the fear of failure."

Virginia pursed her lips.

"I mean, how do you feel about her? I mean, what do you think of her as a person."

"Well, as an individual." Zelin touched his chin. "If it is at work, she would be a good partner, but as a friend, she may be someone who only met once in many years. You know, the kind of person who is always on the road will never stop. Coming down. Every time I'm either on the way to do this, or I'm preparing to do another thing."

Virginia turned over and faced Zelin next to her. "I want to ask, would you invite her to your castle?"

"Why ask?"

"I just want to know."

"I will probably tell her that there is a way to treat her fingers. After the treatment is over, she will return to Lorraine. As she said, she might go to the East. She still has her things to do. Mrs. Galadriel seems to want to send her to perform other tasks."

"What about Shiluo?"

Zelin raised his eyebrows.

"What the **** are you thinking, Virginia."

"I just want to find out." Virginia murmured. "You have made some beautiful female friends in this world."

"Oh, Virginia, Shiluo is a spider, a spider that has been alive thousands of years ago. Compared to me, Gandalf knows her better. And, do you remember when we just arrived in Lonely Mountain, we saw In the dark dense forest? There are many of her heirs in the dark dense forest. As for her appearance, maybe you can refer to those spiders."

"Spider? Ah, sorry, Zelin, I thought she was the same as Ms. Altariel."

"Her human appearance is indeed very beautiful, but..." Zelin shrugged. Along the way, Virginia often asked all kinds of questions. Sometimes it was about how Zelin knew Francesca, sometimes it was part of his encounter with Gnaiya, and sometimes it was about how Zelin had thoughts when he first met Yusevka. Sometimes Zelin wondered what Virginia's curiosity could enable her to do as she gradually let go of her restraint when she was with the demon hunter.

At least Zelin could not imagine before, Virginia actually likes to tell jokes, she can always come up with all kinds of unsuccessful cold jokes, and then laugh all the time after finishing, and Zelin still has to be in the mage When the girl laughed happily, she showed a funny look.

Perhaps the reason why she has fewer friends at Cyrodir and Winterhold College is not just to devote all of her energy to studies and books, although this is certainly the majority.

On the road, they deliberately bypassed some villages, except that they had to supplement horse feed, food and water. The village and town at the western end of the Misty Mountains they entered for the first time is called Buli Town. It is the largest human gathering place in the wilderness, like an isolated island of civilization in the barren ocean. This place is no longer under the jurisdiction of any kings and lords, and the mayor elected by the people manages everything here, just as it did in Changhu Town. From the residents of Bree, the demon hunter learned that the Shire, where the hobbits lived, was just west of Bree, only a few days away on horseback along the road.

The Shire is a hill covered with green grass, and the Hobbits live in caves excavated in the hills.

After having lunch, Bilbo was sitting on the bench in front of the bottom of the bag, smoking a long slender pipe. I don't know how many years, this will always be Bilbo's favorite after-dinner activity, lighting a pipe, leaning on a bench, lazily basking in the sun, and greeting the neighbors he walked by. He is ninety years old. In terms of the life span of a Hobbit, middle age is about to pass, but the vitality of life still stays in his body. He is still as strong and energetic as a young man, except for the more on his face. A few wrinkles, but he has made up his mind. When his first strand of white hair appears on his sideburns, he will find a painter to paint what he looked like when he was young, because at that time he had the most important and beautiful things in his life. Memory.

People often talk about the sudden disappearance of Bilbo back then, and when people thought he was dead, he suddenly appeared with two large boxes of gold and silver. Sometimes, they also talked about why Bilbo was younger than ordinary people. People have all kinds of things. Such speculation, but Bilbo just treated it as a joke. Only occasional gossip can bring Bilbo's thoughts back to the past, the thrilling time in the lonely mountain, in the river valley, in the dragon fire and the melee, and the long journey with the dwarf friends that year.

There are very few outsiders in the Shire. For the residents of the Shire, all people outside the Shire are outsiders. Gandalf is the most familiar guest here. He sometimes comes here. When you are alive, people often remember the wizard's fireworks, which is the most joyful and cheering moment. As always, Bilbo was enjoying Shire’s best tobacco leaves, basking in the sun, thinking in his mind whether to write a new page in his storybook today, and suddenly, a hustle and bustle made him raise his eyelids. Looking at the short wooden bridge at the entrance of the Shire. He first noticed two figures riding on horses, and there was no doubt that foreign guests had arrived. As we all know, even if a hobbit is riding a horse, he will only ride a pony. This tall horse belongs to humans and elves.

Suddenly, one of the figures riding on a horse made Bilbo's eyes widen. That figure overlapped with the appearance of an old friend in his mind. Bilbo stood up, tilted his toes and looked in the direction of the short wooden bridge. Unsurprisingly, after dismounting from the horse and asking other people for a few words, the two riding figures walked towards the bottom of the bag.

In the end, the two horses stopped less than five meters from the bottom of the bag.

The demon hunter recognized the person he was looking for at a glance.

As in the past, the only difference is probably that Bilbo's forehead has become wider and his cheeks are not as thin as in the past. It can be seen that his life has been very good these years.

"Oh..." Bilbo put away his pipe, widened his eyes in disbelief, and asked tentatively. "Zelin?"

"Bilbo."

Zelin smiled and walked over, he squatted down and hugged his old friend. "I haven't seen you for so many years, you seem to be living well, Bilbo. I should have been here earlier."

"No, dear Zelin, you will be very happy when you come to visit me. Come on, good afternoon. Old Bahrain visited me a few years ago, and then you came. Have you seen Bahrain? He still has He was as healthy as before." Bilbo patted Zelin on the back happily, then pulled him to the bottom of the bag, with a smile on his face. "Drink tea? Two drinks? Biscuits? Just so, I just made tea. I still have a few bottles of old wine, just as old as I am. They are my father’s treasure. Applesauce? Or pine nut sauce? Oh, look. What am I talking about, come in quickly, and this lady? Are you with Zelin? Come in quickly, you are welcome in the bottom of the bag."

"I saw Bahrain not long ago. His body is as strong as he used to be." Zelin bent down and walked into his home with Bilbo. Virginia looked curiously at the hobbit-style cabin. "Actually, I went through an adventure with Bahrain not long ago. Some orcs wanted to make bad ideas, and we taught them a lesson."

"Adventure, ah, I often think about everything we did when we were in Lonely Mountain." As he said, Bilbo turned around and blinked at Zelin. "And the card you gave me. You might not believe it. Even the old Tucker family likes this kind of stuff. Please sit down. There is a bucket of tobacco over there. Even if you use it, we will pay for it. One day can be spent!"

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ps: Look at The Hobbit again, Bilbo is still handsome

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"...When I came back, because I had been away for too long, people here thought I was dead. Fortunately, I didn't miss Rivendell's scenery too much. Otherwise, I would definitely sell my property at auction by mistake. Yes."

"Then you can use the gold and silver you carry with you to reclaim what you sold."

"Oh, don’t be kidding, these old furniture stayed in the bottom of the bag when my grandfather’s grandfather, and never walked out half a step. His sword and books are all in it. Ah, yes, I said, I want you to see the story I wrote.” With that, Bilbo walked quickly to the book room inside the bottom of the bag. In the mahogany box next to the desk, he rummaged through it and took out a hardcover book. "Charre's young children like to hear me tell the story of Lonely Mountain. Perry Green of the Tucker family has always wanted to figure out what happened after the great eagle came. His curiosity is really endless."

Zelin flipped through his book, which began when Bilbo met Gandalf in the Shire.

"I guess you will have to write this book for a long time."

"Of course, it must take a long time to write." Bilbo shook his fist and said regretfully. "Oh, Zelin, don't you know how much I want to see the mountains and mountains again and finish my work in a quiet and beautiful place. What about you, Zelin, do you want to venture elsewhere?"

"Even if I want to rest here, I'm afraid fate won't let me stop now, just like your book. If I were your reader and had not experienced the Great War in the Lonely Mountain, I would urge you. Finish this book as soon as possible, so that I can understand what happened between the elves and the humans under the lonely mountain, and how Smaug was defeated." Zelin joked. "And my idea of ​​resting now is that you suddenly go out and tell those children who like your story. There will be no more legends of dragons and treasures, and there will be no more cities of elves and dwarves. They It will be very sad."

"And it will disturb me all day long in the garden." Bilbohaha laughed, the kettle in the kitchen blared, he jumped off the seat and ran over. "Oh, the tea is ready. I'll be back soon. You will eat the biscuits first. The apple pie will be ready for a while."

"Don't prepare too much, Bilbo." Zelin shouted at Bilbo's back. "Don't be too tired just because we came."

"No, wait a minute, I remember I still have some sponge cakes. This is my favorite dessert. Maybe I can cook a few eggs. I don't mind if you eat some first. Tired. Sit back and rest."

Bilbo's voice disappeared behind the corner of the kitchen with his back. Zelin sat back on the chair again to prevent his head from touching the chandelier hanging on the top. If the Hobbit's house is not short and small, it is a comfortable and comfortable residence for many races. A spacious living room without smoke, with well-decorated walls, neatly paved stone bricks and carpeted floors, small but exquisite fireplaces, extended tunnels connecting the kitchen, bedroom, and living room, as well as a wine cellar and a special dining room . Outside the round windows are neatly manicured flowers, and the fragrance of flowers flows into the window from time to time. Good lighting makes the caves in the ground appear to have nothing to do with the term dark and damp.

"This is a good house, isn't it?" Virginia reluctantly put down the dessert in her hand, wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, and looked at Bilbo's house with admiration. "It reminds me of my house in Cyrodir, when I lived in it with my parents and brother. It's small but comfortable and decent, but I don’t have a fireplace in my house because I’m worried that it will light the wooden house. Those are old wood, and it will be very cold in winter. I didn't expect you to have such a friend, Ze Lin."

"I didn't expect you to have such a friend."

Virginia blinked. "I thought all the friends you met in another world were pretty girls."

"Uh, actually, I know a lot of good people, they have men and women." Facing Virginia's jokes, Zelin coughed slightly. "It's just that you often see women."

"I believe in you." There was a certain emotion that made Zelin unpredictable in the voice of Virginia. Looking at the eyes of the demon hunter, the mage girl showed an innocent expression. "Why do you look at me like this? I have always believed it, Ze Lin."

"Um... well."

Zelin and Virginia lived in the Shire for a few days. The relaxed environment and beautiful scenery made Virginia's perception of Middle-earth improved a lot. Perhaps if they only came to the Shire, not many people would regard the Shire and Mordor as the same world. Bilbo entertained the demon hunters. Zelin learned that only Bahrain and Gandalf had been here after the battle in the Lonely Mountain. Bilbo was very happy to see Zelin come to visit him.

Before leaving, Zelin also invited Bilbo to go to his own castle if he wanted to. He knew how to walk, and when he arrived at the lonely mountain, he could reach the place where the demon hunter was.

As for the ring of power in the pocket of the demon hunter.

He didn't intend to seal it somewhere. It was meaningless. The mage who sealed the ebony blade under the Longxiao Palace was probably not the same. Lord Balgruf was fine, but his son became a follower of Mephala. The person. He must give the ring to someone who can trust and is strong enough in spirit. Of course, it is a person who does not belong to Middle-earth.

On the way back to the Lonely Mountain, Zelin and Virginia passed Rivendell and met the lord Elrond. This is a majestic elf lord, with a high forehead and hair hanging on both sides of his cheeks, as well as a serious and tight face, so that people who see him for the first time can always feel irritable and majestic on him, but any After a friendly person talks with him, he will realize that Elrond is gentle and friendly to the guests. When Thorin and Bilbo went to the Lonely Mountain together, they passed Rivendell and accepted Elrond’s hospitality. He was also a friend of Gandalf, and Zelin thanked Elrond for allowing him and Virginia to enter Rivendell's territory and rest there for the night.