Edoras.
The capital of Rohan is particularly noisy, lively and busy today.
Not long ago, news came from the Golden Palace in order to better protect the people and better fight against the coming war.
His Majesty King Théoden announced that all residents of Edoras would be moved to Helm's Deep.
Departure time is tomorrow morning.
It takes half a day and one night to clean up. Although it is very rushed, there is no way to take care of so much at such a critical time.
After all, life is the most important thing.
"Helm's Deep!"
"He only thinks about Helm's Deep!"
"At this time, it is time to attack Saruman's minions head-on instead of hiding in the mountains."
"The king is unwilling to go to war, who else does he expect to protect them?"
From the gate of the Golden Palace, Gandalf, dressed in white robes, strode out with an angry expression and an angry tone.
Morgan, Legolas, and Gimli were three behind Gandalf.
In such a major matter that concerns the fate of the entire Kingdom of Rohan, it is naturally difficult for them to interfere.
Legolas and Gimli were not qualified enough to participate in such a thing.
But with Morgan's race and identity, he is qualified to speak.
Even if I open my mouth, it's useless.
Because Théoden has made up his mind not to directly resist Saruman's attack, but to take refuge in Helm's Deep Valley.
Morgan saw this clearly, so he never spoke aloud from beginning to end.
The same goes for Eowyn's brother, Marshal Eomer.
He and Gandalf shared the same sentiment at first.
However, because of the king's insistence, he could only and must obey Théoden's orders.
Morgan and Éomer could see Théoden's plan.
Presumably Gandalf can do it too.
It was just that he was unwilling to give up, so he persisted.
Théoden probably made his decision from the first day he woke up, after hearing the news from Gandalf and hearing the news brought by Éomer.
But Gandalf had a deep friendship with him, so he was willing to listen to Gandalf's advice for several days.
Of course, it's possible that Théoden might have made a similar decision at the beginning but just couldn't confirm it, and it's possible that he didn't finalize it until today.
In short, everyone has different thoughts and thinks differently.
It can't be judged simply as right or wrong.
Just like Morgan.
If he were Théoden, he would probably choose to retreat to Helm's Deep.
Because Rohan is really difficult at this time.
"He also thinks about his people as much as possible. After all, Helm's Deep once saved Rohan in the most critical period. They regard it as the last castle of Rohan."
Quickly following Gandalf into the stable, Morgan took Gandalf's words and spoke.
He has been in this world for a long time and knows many major events that have happened in the past.
"But there is no retreat in Helm's Deep. Once besieged, there is no way out except a fight to the death. This may also play into Saruman's mind."
Gandalf turned to look at Morgan and said solemnly: "Théoden thought that going there would ensure the safety of the people."
"But I'm worried that it's more likely to turn into a massacre."
"Though Théoden is determined, I am still worried, worried about Rohan's survival."
Standing in front of a stable, Gandalf looked at Morgan in front of him with a heavy face and said: "I want to go out, you must stay."
"Théoden needs your help, and so do the people of Rohan, Morgan."
"Just like Bard needs you in Lake Town and Lonely Mountain, Thorin Oakenshield also needs you."
"Helm's Deep must be defended!"
Gandalf looked at Morgan's eyes as he spoke with extremely heavy eyes.
"I will definitely keep it."
Morgan nodded seriously. He knew better than anyone the serious consequences that would result from the fall of Rohan once Helm's Deep was captured.
Seeing his old friend's expression, Gandalf forced a smile, turned around and walked into the stable.
In the stable is a tall, strong white horse that is all white with no mottled hair.
This white horse is called "Jie Ying". It is currently the best horse in the Kingdom of Rohan and is also known as the "King of Horses".
It was Gandalf who came to Rohan last time to persuade Théoden and warn Saruman of the threat, but Théoden ignored the advice and drove Gandalf away.
Before leaving, Gandalf was asked to choose a horse to leave. Unexpectedly, Gandalf tamed the best horse.
The horse also returned to Edoras at the call of Gandalf the day after Morgan's four-person team arrived in Edoras.
Turning over and sitting on the horse without a saddle and harness, Gandalf felt a little emotional for a moment: "I have been walking on this land for three thousand years, but I have never felt that time is so urgent."
Morgan smiled and opened the stable door. Gandalf rode up and looked at Morgan: "When the dawn appears in five days, I will return."
"At dawn, watch to the east!"
"I will."
Morgan nodded and then stepped aside.
The next second.
Gandalf rode Swift Shadow and rushed out of the huge stable like the wind.
Théoden fully agreed with Morgan, Legolas, and the dwarf Gimli.
Although this was also his invitation, not long ago.
He also invited Gandalf, but Gandalf obviously had more important things to do.
Rohan is a nomadic kingdom on the plains.
For nomads, horses are their most important companions.
that's the truth.
The stables in Edolas are the largest and best-kept stables Morgan has seen in years.
The rows of large stables in front of them were filled with horses belonging to the Rohan royal family.
Ordinary families or hussar warriors would take their horses with them and keep them in their own stables.
"His Majesty asked us each to choose a horse. Which horse should I choose?"
Gimli looked at the tall horses in the stable with a very interested expression.
"Gimli, I think you should choose a pony, the one that suits you better."
Hearing Gimli's words, Morgan looked away from Gandalf's distant gaze, looked at Gimli who was carefully observing a tall horse not far away, and said with a smile.
"I think Morgan is right. It won't be too hard for you to ride that kind of horse."
Legolas smiled and answered.
Why he rode with Gimli a few days ago was because Gimli was too short and couldn't reach him.
Gimli couldn't hear such words, and immediately said dissatisfied: "Huh, don't underestimate the dwarf."
"What horse was chosen?"
At this time, a voice sounded from behind Morgan.
He turned his head and saw Eowyn, wearing a tight blue dress, walking towards him.
"Not yet, would you recommend one?"
Morgan looked at Éowyn and smiled.
Over the past few days, after getting to know each other, he and Eowen became familiar with each other.
"Then...this one."
Eowen did not refuse, and glanced at the entire stable. She quickly walked to a stable and pointed at a tall, strong, black horse with shiny hair inside, and turned to look at Morgan.
Morgan followed forward, and his eyes immediately lit up when he saw the dark horse.
Tall, powerful and slender, with smooth black hair, you can tell at a glance that this horse is a good horse.
What's especially rare is that this black horse actually has a small bunch of white hair that looks like lightning on its forehead.
"It...has no owner?"
Looking back from the black horse, Morgan looked at Eowen beside him and asked.
How could a horse with such outstanding appearance and figure not be noticed by others, especially Rohan, who was proficient in the art of horse control.
"It used to be there, but now it's gone."
When Morgan asked about this, Eowen seemed to remember something and whispered softly: "It was originally prepared for Sioged..."
Now that Xiogede was dead, the horse naturally had no owner.
As soon as Éowyn spoke, Morgan reacted and stopped mentioning the matter, but asked: "What is it called?"
"I don't have a name yet, I haven't had time to get it..."
"It belongs to you now, and it's up to you to name it, Morgan."
Éowyn smiled and opened the stable door, extending her hand in an inviting gesture.
Morgan was not polite either. There was no doubt about the importance of horses in this world, not to mention that he really fell in love with this horse at a glance.
Walking into the stable, seeing Morgan approaching, the black horse immediately started to pace unhappily and snorted.
Seeing the uncooperative nature of the dark horse in front of him, Morgan was a little surprised. Many animals were afraid of him now, but this was the rare horse he had encountered in the past few years that was not afraid of him.
Eowen watched Morgan approach the black horse, her eyes seemed to be looking forward to something.
But the next second.
When Morgan reached out and touched the black horse's neck and cheek.
The black horse immediately calmed down, letting Morgan stroke him like a docile cat.
"Huh..."
Eowen looked at Morgan in surprise. She knew that although this horse was very good, it also had a bad temper, which had caused Sioji to suffer a lot when he had tamed it.
"how did you do that?"
Éowyn looked at Morgan in surprise.
"that's all."
Morgan turned his head, caressed the black horse's long face and said casually.
The dark horse, who was originally so violent in Eowen's eyes that most people would never want to touch him, became very obedient and quiet under Morgan's hands.
But she seemed to notice that the dark horse in front of her seemed a little afraid of Morgan.
But how is this possible?
Then, what surprised her even more.
She heard that Morgan actually named the dark horse: "Carrot!"
"radish..."
...
Essinger.
Upper level of Orthanc Tower.
Saruman, dressed in white robes, was sitting on the stone seat with an unhappy expression.
"Gandalf the White..."
"That's the idiot Gandalf."
Remembering what he saw through the eyes of Rohan Théoden, Saruman stood up, his face gloomy, and he murmured to himself.
"Do you think you have received divine favor and want to compare yourself to me just because you changed into new clothes?"
"Don't even think about it..."
Although he said he didn't care, he saw Gandalf in white robes.
Saruman did feel the crisis.
But when he decided to turn to Sauron and attempt to rule the entire world by fighting for the Supreme Lord of the Rings, he had a similar realization.
I just didn't expect it to be so soon.
I didn't expect Gandalf to be promoted to White Robe so quickly.
Saruman frowned in thought.
"The wizard was followed by three people..."
At this time, a voice came from the direction of the entrance of the hall.
Wearing a black robe, with a pale face and one leg sloping up, he walked into the hall.
The visitor was of course Grima.
Grima, the former chief advisor of Rohan who came to Isengard from Edoras in Rohan a few days ago, had successfully escaped from Théoden's sword.
"A human, an elf, and a dwarf..."
Grima said, approaching Saruman.
But before he finished speaking, Saruman suddenly sniffed, glanced at Grima who was walking beside him, and interrupted with obvious disgust: "You smell like a horse."
The words fell.
Grima immediately froze in embarrassment.
Neither is it to keep talking, nor is it to keep moving forward.
Saruman sat back down on the great stone throne.
Grima also recovered from his embarrassment, looked at Saruman who was meditating alone and said: "Théoden will definitely not stay in Edoras for long."
"He knew it couldn't be defended, and he knew we were going to attack in a big way."
"I guess...Théoden will probably retreat to Helm's Deep."
"It is the last and strongest castle in Rohan. He has mentioned it to me more than once."
"But it's not easy for them to walk into the mountains. It's still a long way. Plus there are a large number of men, women, old, young, women and children, so their movement will definitely be slow."
"Maybe we can do something..."
Grima kept talking to himself.
Finally, Saruman, who was sitting on the stone seat, slowly stood up.
...
East of Rohan.
Near the northern edge of Gondor.
In the vast and boundless wilderness.
One man and one horse were running towards Edoras, the capital of Rohan.
...
Morning in Edoras.
It was just getting dark.
The whole city is already busy.
As nomads.
The people of Rohan are no strangers to migration.
With yesterday's king's order.
Under the guidance, the entire residents of Edolas headed outside the city in an orderly manner.
When the light group rises in the eastern sky.
The first ray of warm sunshine shines on the earth.
Edoras's thick wooden door was locked.
As the last warrior followed the huge and endless team, he moved forward.
The migration and refuge of the Kingdom of Rohan began.
He was accompanied by the entire population of Edoras.
The migration journey certainly won't be boring.
In the middle of the long queue is the throne.
King Théoden and Éowyn, as well as Morgan Legolas and the dwarf Gimli were walking together, while Éomer led the knights to walk on both sides of the huge migration team.
At this time, Legolas and Gimli, who was riding a tall horse, were chatting about something.
In front of the two of them.
Morgan, riding a black carrot, and Eowen were also walking together, chatting as they walked.
"Morgan, I heard my uncle say that you are a dragon-slaying warrior?"
Eowen suddenly turned her head and looked at Morgan and asked.
"Why, doesn't it look like it?"
Morgan looked at Eowen and said casually.
"of course not..."
"It's just that the most widely circulated thing I've checked is that the evil dragon in the north named Smaug was killed by two dragon-slaying warriors in Lake Town."
"One of them is called Morgan..."
Éowyn continued.
Morgan nodded: "That's right."
Eowen probed: "Does "Morgan" have the same name as you?"
Morgan smiled: "Not only are the names the same, but the people are also the same."
Morgan smiled, but Eowyn could not.
She looked at Morgan for a moment, and after observing Morgan carefully and repeatedly, she said in disbelief: "That evil dragon died sixty years ago, so you are at least sixty years old?"
"No, seventy...eighty years old?"
Morgan chuckled and nodded: "I am eighty-nine years old."
The words fell.
Eowen's face darkened: "Are you a Dúnedain?"
"I have heard that the descendants of the Númenóreans live far longer than ordinary people."
Morgan shook his head: "No, in fact, I don't know what I am now."
At this time.
"Huhu..."
A cold wind blew.
Both fell silent.
