Lonely mountain.
Under the towering snow-capped mountains.
After dark night.
Bloody clouds rose again in the eastern sky.
Another dawn has arrived.
In front of the dwarf kingdom of Erebor, around the vast battlefield.
A large number of densely packed marching tents have already been set up.
On the battlefield, except for the Dongyi army, which was still astonishingly numerous in brightly colored clothing.
There are also a large number of siege equipment made by the Dongyi army to attack the gate of Erebor.
It is a pity that the Dongyi army defeated the humans and dwarves of the River Valley State one after another, and finally they all shrank into the Kingdom of Erebor. It is already the seventh day.
The Dongyi warriors besieged the human and dwarf kingdoms for seven days, but were still unable to break through Erebor's extremely strong gate.
When the eastern light group rises again.
"hold head high..."
The horn sounded again.
A prepared Dongyi warrior force immediately approached the gate of Erebor and quickly launched an attack.
"Swish swish swish..."
Wave after wave of arrows continued to shoot towards the tall and thick walls of Erebor.
It's just that at this time, the human and dwarf defenders already knew the attack pattern of the Dongyi army.
Except for a few soldiers who huddled on the city wall with their shields, always paying attention to what was going on outside.
The other soldiers had already descended from the city wall by this time.
Because the barbarians from Dongyi outside always attack during this time these days.
"It's great to get so many arrows for free."
Behind the gate of Erebor, the dwarf Bofur picked up an arrow that fell in front of him and couldn't help but say.
"I don't think..."
"It feels really bad to be blocked by the enemy at the gate of your house and not be able to go out to meet the enemy."
The dwarf Groyin immediately said with some dissatisfaction.
"You're right, maybe you can talk to Thorin and the others."
Bofur glanced at Thorin Oakenshield, who was standing with King Brand of Riverdale not far away, and gestured to Groin with his lips raised.
"snort..."
Groin glanced at Bofur, hummed slightly and said nothing.
He was just dissatisfied and felt a little aggrieved that he could only be beaten by the enemy in front of his house but could not open the door to fight.
Find two kings to deny their war plans?
He's not stupid.
"How long are these guys going to besiege us?"
Looking at the large number of arrows shot into the city gate from the city gate in front, King Brand said helplessly: "You are not planning to surround us, are you?"
"I hope they think so."
"They will definitely be the ones who can't hold on when the time comes..."
Thorin Oakenshield answered calmly and continued: "I'm afraid they are waiting for news from the south..."
"South, yes, many days have passed. I think the war in the South should have an outcome."
"I don't know what's going on with the Kingdom of Gondor now, or whether Modo's side has won..."
King Brand said this.
Both of their expressions quickly became heavy.
The importance of the southern battlefield needs no overstatement.
If the Kingdom of Gondor wins, everything will be fine.
And once Sauron of Modo wins.
What they will face next may not only be the Dongyi army, but also the arrival of the Orc army.
Only then will it be really dangerous.
The Dongyi army's dawn attack did not last long.
When the arrow rain stopped.
When Thorin Oakenshield and King Brand wanted to walk up the city wall.
"quack..."
Suddenly, a raven flew from the sky outside into the tall city wall.
Thorin Oakenshield immediately looked up and saw the raven's eyes immediately lit up. He immediately stretched out his hand, and the raven flew directly onto his arm.
Thorin skillfully found the letter from the raven's anklet.
When he took down the small creed, King Brand and the dwarves Balin, Kili, and Dvalin gathered around him.
Thorin Oakenshield glanced at the people around him and opened the creed in his hand:
"Gondor and Rohan were victorious, Mordor was defeated, the Ring was destroyed, Sauron was defeated..."
Creeds are limited in size, but such a small creed carries such important news.
Thorin Oakenshield clutched the creed tightly, took a deep breath, turned to look to his side and decisively ordered: "Kili, Balin, go, defeat Morda immediately, and tell those outside about Sauron's death. Barbarians."
"Then, gather all the soldiers, we must make them taste the taste of revenge this time!"
"yes!!"
Kili and Balin quickly went down.
King Brand followed suit and issued the same order to humans.
Just when the news of the defeat of Mordor in the south and the death of Sauron came from the gates of Erebor.
The leaders of the Dongyi army accepted the truth of this incident faster than the dwarves and humans inside the Erebor Gate imagined.
Because they had been suspicious for days.
Therefore, when the dwarves spread the news of Mordor's defeat.
The Dongyi army originally stationed in front of the gate of Erebor immediately became panicked and wavered.
Half an hour later.
When King Thorin Oakenshield led the dwarf army;
Brand, the king of the river valley state, leads the human army.
When the two armies rushed out of the gate of Erebor's high and thick city wall and rushed towards the Dongyi army's station.
The Dongyi army, which had lost its will to fight, began to flee in panic.
...
Northern dark forest.
Deep in the woodland kingdom.
In the small sky garden.
The Elf King Thranduil was sitting on the exquisite and luxurious throne, looking lost in thought with two letters in his hands.
"Mordor is defeated, Sauron is dead..."
"No wonder those orcs in Dol Guldur suddenly retreated a few days ago..."
Putting down the creed in his hand, Thranduil took a sip of the fruit tea on the long table in front of him, then looked at the attendant beside him and ordered: "Go and invite Tauriel."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The attendant quickly left.
Thranduil's eyes once again fell on one of the creeds on the long table in front of him.
"The Coronation of the King of Aragon..."
"What should I prepare as a gift?"
Just as Thranduil frowned and thought about the gift he wanted to give.
Tauriel, who was wearing brown leather armor, was already standing in the small garden.
"Your Majesty, are you looking for me?"
Tariel's voice brought Thranduil back to his senses.
"Yes."
"I just received the news that the southern kingdoms of Gondor and Rohan have defeated Modo, and Sauron is dead."
"Aragorn will be crowned King of Gondor in three months."
"I am going to ask you to bring gifts to Gondor for me to celebrate Aragorn's coronation."
Thranduil just finished speaking.
Tariel immediately asked in confusion: "Let me go to Gondor?"
"There are too many things happening next in the kingdom..."
Thranduil immediately waved his hand and said, "You don't have to worry about those."
"This is the most important thing..."
"This is what Morgan meant, for you to take Ulysses and Yvonne with you to Gondor."
"He just sent this, take a look."
Thranduil said as he knocked on one of the creeds on the long table.
Tariel felt a little uneasy when she heard that Morgan asked her to take her son and daughter to Gondor.
Suppressing the joy in his heart, Tariel stepped forward and picked up the creed.
Sure enough, it was Morgan's handwriting.
King current.
Tauriel didn't look at it much and quickly put the creed away.
Seeing Tauriel's usually cold face these days, there was a rare hint of joy.
Thranduil also smiled, and then said: "Now let's talk about what gifts to give..."
after an hour.
Tariel was in a happy mood and walked briskly into the house.
Two little figures, one tall and one short, quickly rushed out of the house and rushed into Tauriel's arms.
"Mother..."
"Mom, when will dad come back?"
"I miss Dad..."
"Soon, Eveni will be able to see her father soon."
"Really?"
"of course it's true."
"Because we are going to Gondor."
"Where is Gondor?"
"Gondor is in the south of the world."
"Is dad in Gondor?"
"Evonne is so smart."
"whee..."
Two days later.
A team of elite wood elf warriors rode out of the gate of the Woodland Kingdom.
Speeding towards the Kingdom of Gondor.
...
Gondor.
It was just getting dark.
The White City of Minas Tirith.
In front of the Palace Square.
Several members of the expedition team, as well as Lord Elrond's two sons "Elladan" and "Elrohir" are already waiting here.
Morgan was standing in front of the white tree that had bloomed.
Next to him was the fat and strong black horse Carrot.
The carrot raised its mouth to eat the flower bones on the white tree, but was slapped away by Morgan. At this time, the guy stretched his neck and harassed the young mare held by Legolas with an expression on his face.
"What's going on today?"
"You're all hiding this from me again."
Gimli looked at Legolas with a dissatisfied expression, then looked at Morgan and said.
"You won't go wrong if you come along."
Legolas said nothing more and Morgan didn't say anything.
Jin Li was depressed and couldn't help it.
ten minutes later.
Aragorn appeared in front of the square fully armed.
Jin Li stepped forward to ask, and then he realized that everyone was going to pick someone up this time.
Although he still couldn't guess who everyone wanted to pick up.
The group then rode towards the gate of Minas Tirith.
More than two months have passed since that catastrophic war.
Baicheng had basically recovered by this time.
Destroyed houses and buildings were rebuilt and city walls rebuilt.
Plus there is no threat from the Modo orcs.
During this period of time, Minas Tirith has received more tourists and merchants from other places than before the last war in the Pelennor Fields.
Moreover, it is completely foreseeable that in the future, Minas Tirith will only get better and better and more prosperous.
The expedition team left the gate of Baicheng.
Under the leadership of Aragorn, they headed straight to the north.
At noon.
At the intersection of a mountain pass, the expedition team finally welcomed the person they picked up.
Jinli finally knew who they were picking up. It turned out to be a large group of elves.
Among them are Elrond, the Elven Lord from Rivendell, Bilbo Baggins, the former Ring Bearer, Glorfindel, the former Lord of the Golden Flower, and Celeborn and Lord of Lothlorien of the Golden Forest. Galadriel, Lady Galadriel.
Finally, there is Arwen, the "Princess of the Evening Star" that Aragorn most hopes to see.
In the afternoon.
When the light group in the sky tilts westward.
The vast army finally returned to Minas Tirith.
At this time, there are still twelve days before Aragorn's coronation ceremony.
a week later.
early morning.
It was just getting dark.
Morgan got up, fully armed and dressed, and went out.
He took the black horse Carrot from the attendant.
Morgan rode Carrot directly out of the Gondor Palace and headed towards the gate of the White City.
He went out of the city today just like Aragorn a week ago to pick up people.
Aragorn picked up his future wife and father-in-law, the elves.
Morgan went to pick up his wife and their two lovely sons and daughters.
But it's a little different from Aragorn.
Except for Gandalf, Morgan didn't call any of the other friends in the expedition this time.
Walking through the noisy streets.
Morgan rode a carrot out of the city gate and walked to the meeting point agreed with Gandalf outside the city gate.
He suddenly discovered that not only Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli were there, but also Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin, the four little hobbits.
Finally, there was Gandalf, who had a white beard and white hair, was wearing a pure white robe and holding a cigarette in his mouth, which was slightly out of place. He was looking at Morgan and smiling.
"It's not my fault, it's them who clamored to come."
Gandalf looked at Morgan's look and immediately smiled.
"Morgan, Tariel and Ulysses Evonne were coming and you didn't tell me."
Legolas stepped forward and looked at Morgan with dissatisfaction.
"That's right, I didn't even tell you. Fortunately, I reacted quickly enough this time and finally didn't miss it. Hehe..."
Gimli also muttered immediately, laughing to himself as he spoke.
Frodo also smiled and answered: "Uncle Morgan, you always talk about your daughter Yvonne and son Ulysses. Sam and I haven't met yet..."
Seeing that everyone from the expedition team had arrived, Morgan was not happy. He could only apologize and said with a smile: "Big things are coming soon. I have seen how busy you are recently..."
"Morgan..."
But before he could finish speaking, Aragorn interrupted: "The coronation is almost done, we just have to wait for the day to come."
"Tauriel came to Gondor this time with His Majesty Thranduil's gifts and blessings. As the host, I should welcome..."
"Morgan, your behavior this time was inappropriate, don't you think so?"
Aragorn changed his tone as he spoke, looked at the others and asked.
"right..."
"That's right..."
"What should I do if Morgan did something wrong?"
"Drink as a penalty!"
"The fine is not enough. I have never seen Morgan drunk..."
"What else can be punished?"
"I...I dare not say..."
"..."
"Coming from Mirkwood, I know which way to take..."
"Let me lead the way..."
Soon, with Aragorn leading the way, Morgan led a large group of people towards the north.
In the afternoon.
The expedition returned to Minas Tirith once again.
Accompanying them was an elite troop from the Dark Forest.
There are also the female elf Tauriel and Yvonne sitting in front of Morgan, and Ulysses sitting in front of Legolas.
There are still five days until Aragorn's coronation.
In these five days, except for the first day after Morgan spent a whole day with Tariel.
The other days were basically spent traveling around Minas Tirith with my wife, daughter and son.
In these few days.
Envoys from the dwarven kingdom of Erebor in the Lonely Mountain and the human kingdom of Dale arrived in Gondor.
Princess Eowen of Rohan and Éomer, who had been promoted to the heir of Rohan, also came to Gondor again after burying the body of King Théoden in Edoras (members of the expedition team when burying King Théoden are present).
There are also some other small forces lords and lord envoys who have rushed to Gondor in the past few days.
As Minas Tirith gets more and more lively.
The day Gandalf had chosen for Aragorn on the night of victory three months before had finally arrived.
