The night is dark.
The cold wind howls in the mountains.
Morgan held the elf sword and looked ahead warily.
Behind him, Aragorn had quickly awakened four young hobbits.
It has been a long time since they left Hobbiton. After experiencing the trials along the way, several hobbits react quickly even if they are temporarily awakened from their dreams.
You knew something was wrong when you saw Aragorn and Morgan.
The first thing the four hobbits did when they woke up was to quickly put away their blankets, pack their belongings, and prepare to run away.
Anyway, it wasn't the first time. Several hobbits dealt with it very skillfully.
Ahead, Morgan stepped forward cautiously, holding a long sword and bowing slightly.
So late at night.
Such wilderness.
The sound like horse hooves that I heard just now is definitely not something that can be explained by accident or coincidence.
Especially when the team is facing the pursuit of the group of Nazgul behind them.
"Morgan..."
At this time, Aragorn called softly from behind.
He knew that they had all packed up, signaling that they could run away.
Morgan quickly looked back, then slowly backed away.
at this time.
At the rocky intersection ahead, no sound was heard, and a figure suddenly appeared.
A tall and straight elf figure with white robe, blond hair, handsome appearance and cheerful appearance appeared in Morgan's sight.
Seeing the familiar figure appearing in front of him, Morgan was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Why is it you, Glorfindel."
Glorfindel, also known as "The Golden Flower Lord".
Morgan was introduced to the powerful elf by Lord Eldron when he was on vacation in Rivendell.
Morgan didn't know much about Glorfindel's affairs.
All we know is that this powerful elf has lived in Rivendell for a long time.
When Morgan first arrived in Rivendell, the other party lived there.
Morgan knew Glorfindel, and although they didn't interact much, their relationship was pretty good.
"Long time no see, Morgan."
Glorfindel was handsome and cheerful, so when he spoke, especially when he smiled, he was very contagious and made people feel sincere.
In fact, the other party's character is indeed very sincere and good.
"What, you don't want it to be me?"
"Or were you expecting those... Nazgul?"
Glorfindel said with a smile.
This surprised Morgan: "How do you know there are Nazgul?"
"Not only do I know that there are Nazgul, but I also know that they are hunting you."
Glorfindel finished speaking with a smile, and then said seriously: "Lord Eldron asked me to come to meet you."
"Lord Glorfindel..."
At this time, noticing the movement in front of him, Aragorn stepped forward and realized that it was Lord Golden Flower, and he immediately bowed and saluted.
Aragorn was sent to Rivendell at an early age.
Glorfindel had lived in Rivendell for a long time and had almost watched Aragorn grow up.
Aragorn must remain respectful in front of this powerful Lord of the Golden Flower.
As for Morgan, he was communicating with Glorfindel as a peer, so naturally he didn't need those etiquettes.
Glorfindel calmly accepted Aragorn's salute and nodded: "So you are here too..."
Before he finished speaking, four hobbits came out from behind the boulder.
Glorfindel smiled: "It should be just those hobbits..."
The night is getting darker.
Behind the boulder, the bonfire burned again.
Seven people sat around the campfire.
After some conversation.
Morgan and Aragorn finally understood. It turned out that Lord Eldron had obtained the Nazgul and was hunting down the Hobbits led by Morgan.
Glorfindel came specially to meet Morgan and the others for this purpose.
As for why only Glorfindel came, it was because he was one of the few elves in Rivendell who could rival the Nazgul.
Morgan knew that the Golden Flower Lord was very powerful.
Although I don’t know exactly how strong it is.
But he felt that the opponent's strength should not be worse than his own.
With the addition of Glorfindel, the team escorting Frodo to Rivendell is much stronger.
It's still some time before dawn.
The four hobbits fell asleep again.
Their physiques are far inferior to those of the three long-legged human elves in front of the fire.
Morgan sat in front of the fire, glanced at Frodo who was sleeping behind him, and then at the elf Glorfindel in front of him.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, remembering that at this time in the plot, Frodo had been seriously injured by the Witch King of Angmar, the leader of the Nazgul, with the Morgul Sword.
At this time, after receiving the news, the person Rivendell sent to support was not the one in front of him, but "Princess Muxing" Arwen.
That night, the Nazgul did not catch up in the end.
The night passed quickly.
Early the next morning.
The team of seven continued to set off.
It's not far from Rivendell.
...
Essinger.
The top of the Orthanc Tower.
When Gandalf woke from his cold sleep.
It was already bright.
There was no noise around last night.
A red sun hangs high in the east.
Under the warm sunshine, Gandalf slowly stood up.
Walk to the edge of the stone tower and look down.
The originally vast tree-lined avenues, squares, and gardens below had all been destroyed.
All the big trees and buildings were cut down and torn down, leaving the entire circular square in a mess.
But Orcs are afraid of sunlight.
At this time, the circular square below was quiet.
At this moment, a deep and heavy sound suddenly came from the square below.
Gandalf looked carefully, but there was no trace of an orc in the square centered on the Orthanc Stone Tower.
However, the thick and low trembling sound continued to sound.
Gandalf frowned and looked carefully at the direction of the sound below. He still couldn't see anything strange on the ground, but it was shaking violently.
Looking at the ground of the square that was shaking until it started to crack.
Gandalf seemed to have thought of something, and his expression immediately became extremely ugly.
But he was now trapped at the top of the Orthanc Stone Tower, which was more than five hundred feet high. It was useless to rush.
Now he can only pray that the little messenger he sent out last night can fly faster.
He sat down under the giant horn at the top of the tower.
Gandalf reached for his waist.
Fortunately, apart from taking away his staff, Saruman did not take away his smoking pole.
Take out the shredded tobacco from the cigarette bag tied to the cigarette rod, fill it up, light it, and take a nice puff.
Gandalf felt much more awake.
"I wonder how Morgan and Frodosam are doing now?"
"Have you been overtaken by the Nazgul, have you had the Lord of the Rings taken away..."
Looking up at the light ball in the east, Gandalf thought secretly.
That day the light group in the sky tilted westward.
The sky began to darken.
The originally quiet Essinger Ring was once again lit up by torches. Various noises accompanied the strange screams of the orcs, and the place below immediately became noisy.
Above the stone tower of Orthanc, Gandalf woke up from the cold wind.
Standing up and looking at the square where the firelight gathered below, he discovered that in the middle of the circular inner wall, a huge and ferocious crack with a width of tens of meters and a length of more than 200 meters appeared in the square.
Various loud sounds roared in the fiery cracks.
Outside the crack, a large number of orcs were carrying and carrying the felled trees and throwing them into the crack.
Gandalf looked at the ferocious crack that was shining with the light of the sky, his face became more and more ugly and serious.
He guessed that Saruman was letting the orcs below build a large arsenal, just like Modo, the former Dol Guldur.
"No, this news must be told to Eldron immediately, and to other free races in Middle-earth..."
Gandalf was anxious.
At this time, there was a sudden sound from behind.
Gandalf turned his head and saw a circular opening suddenly appeared in the middle of the top of the Orthanc Stone Tower.
Immediately, a figure wearing a white robe emerged from the circular hole below.
It was Saruman.
"Gandalf, have you thought about it?"
Saruman held the staff and looked at Gandalf, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and in embarrassment, and asked: "Join us, we will have the final say in this world."
Looking at the white-robed wizard in front of him, Gandalf shook his head: "I really can't imagine that the once "wise man" Saruman would actually surrender to Sauron. You let me down so much..."
Before he finished speaking, Saruman immediately swung the staff in his hand towards Gandalf.
Gandalf's whole body immediately flew up and hit the giant sharp horn on the side, falling hard to the ground.
"There is no hope in this world. No one can stop the Modo army."
"Stop resisting, Gandalf..."
"Otherwise, all that awaits you is destruction."
Saruman said as he waved his staff again, and Gandalf flew up again and fell heavily to the ground.
"useless..."
Gandalf slowly got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Saruman in front of him and said: "I already know your plan."
"but..."
Gandalf looked behind Saruman.
I found that the full moon appeared in the sky without knowing when.
Under the bright full moon, a huge black figure was flying quickly towards the Orthanc Stone Tower.
"but..."
"There is only one King of the Ring."
"Only he can control the Supreme Lord of the Rings..."
"He will not share power with you, definitely not..."
As the words fell, suddenly, a loud eagle whistle sounded.
Saruman immediately noticed something was wrong, why did such an eagle roar appear here.
But he didn't have time to react yet.
Gandalf immediately turned around and rushed towards the edge of the stone tower, jumping into the void below.
Saruman stepped forward immediately.
I saw Gandalf jumping down and being caught by a giant eagle.
Then one person and one eagle quickly flew high into the sky and flew away.
Looking at the giant eagle disappearing in the distance, Saruman whispered softly with a cold face: "So, did you choose death?"
...
Eastern Avenue.
After walking through the forest where three giant trolls were.
The six-man, no, now seven-man team of the Fellowship of the Ring headed straight towards Rivendell.
Three days later, not far from the Brunan Ferry at Xiangshui River.
Behind the seven-man team.
Finally the figure of the Ringwraith appeared.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
The loud sound of horse hooves came from behind.
The expressions of the seven-member team who were chatting and laughing just now all changed immediately.
In such a vast wilderness, the entire team could not outrun the Ringwraiths riding black horses.
Speaking of which, he looked at the six Nazgul rushing towards him from behind.
At this time, the team with Morgan, Aragorn and Glorfindel in the team is actually not empty of those Nazgul.
However, don't forget that there are four hobbits in the team.
The hobbits had just come out of the Hobbiton. They might be able to hold on for a while against the orcs, but they would definitely be unable to fight back against the terrifying monsters like the Ringwraiths, which were invulnerable to swords.
Morgan and Aragorn seemed to have less difficulty dealing with the Nazgul.
However, only they themselves understand how difficult the Nazgul are.
Moreover, in the entire Middle-earth world, how many people can compare in strength with Morgan and Aragorn?
Therefore, the most urgent thing to do is to send Frodo away first with the Lord of the Rings in his possession to avoid future troubles.
Coincidentally, Glorfindel was holding a horse that he had ridden when he left Rivendell.
"Glorfindel, take Frodo first!"
Morgan looked at the Nazgul approaching quickly behind him and turned to shout to everyone: "Frodo, hurry!"
Everyone also understood that the situation was urgent at this time.
Glorfindel climbed onto his horse and pulled Frodo onto his horse.
"Then be careful, I'll be waiting for you in the valley."
Glorfindel looked at everyone and said quickly, and then he suddenly clamped his feet on the horse's back, and the white horse immediately jumped out and galloped away towards the front.
Seeing one man and one horse walking away, Morgan immediately turned to look at the three hobbits: "Sam Merrie Pippin, you three are leaving too!"
"This is not far from the Xiangshui River. As long as we cross the Xiangshui River, the Ring Spirits will not be able to catch up..."
As he spoke, Morgan took off the long bow from his back and looked at the three people who were still indifferent and shouted: "Hurry up and leave!"
"Yes Yes..."
"Then Master Morgan, Aragorn..."
"Be careful!"
Knowing that these two people were going to stay to stop the terrifying Nazgul, the three hobbits immediately said and ran forward.
"then..."
Morgan ignored the three hobbits and threw the removed longbow quiver to Aragorn.
A new longbow and a quiver full of arrows immediately appeared in his hand.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
The sound of horse hooves became louder and louder.
Getting closer.
Looking at the ring spirits running towards them.
Morgan stretched out his hand and three arrows were placed on the long bow that was stretched into a full moon.
Not far away, Aragorn only had one arrow.
Although he is also familiar with bows and arrows, he is definitely not comparable to Morgan.
In order to prevent the Ring Spirits from rushing past them, the two of them stood side by side with a wide distance between them.
"The eyes are the fatal part of those dark horses..."
Morgan spoke quickly, and Aragorn nodded in understanding.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
The distance is getting closer and closer, and the momentum of the ring spirit is astonishing.
Finally, Morgan took the lead in strumming the bowstring.
"Swish swish..."
Three arrows roared away with a sound of breaking through the air.
The next second.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Two loud noises.
The two transformed evil black horses crashed to the ground together with the Nazgul on their backs.
At this time, the arrow in Aragorn's hand finally shot out.
"Whoosh..."
The arrow shot out and hit the leading horse's scarlet eye socket.
"Bang!"
There was another loud noise, and the black horse fell to the ground with the arrow.
At this time, the remaining three dark horses rushed over quickly.
Morgan and Aragorn decisively threw away the long bows in their hands, raised their hands and drew out the swords from their waists, and rushed towards the three Nazgul.
