The Holy Spirit was very fast, but not in a way that made Bilbo feel uncomfortable. They first walked south along the Running River and soon crossed Changhu Town.
Looking at the long wooden bridge on the shore of Lake Esgarros, Bilbo even thought of the hospitality of the people here. I remember those days of singing and laughing. Reminds me of the bargeman who always had a straight face.
He wanted to go in and say hello to them, but the hobbit was really homesick at this time, so after hesitating for a while, he finally decided to continue on his way.
Beorn transformed into a huge black bear and followed closely behind.
They crossed the dense forest river, walked south along the east side of the big green forest, and came to the entrance of the old forest road.
At this time, the cold has become more and more pressing. Almost all of the forest has turned yellow, and the smell of decay is strong and a bit desolate.
Looking at the deep and foggy forest when he came, and the shadow of the mountains behind him that could no longer be seen, Bilbo couldn't help but ask: "Lord Hal, there is a question that has been in my mind for a long time." Why did Mr. Ka leave early? I thought I could say goodbye to him."
"Bilbo Baggins, you are indeed a remarkable person, but only for your kind."
At this time, they had entered the trail built by the elves in ancient times, and the crisp sound of horse hooves was like a clear spring, echoing in the deep forest. Hearing the Hobbit's question, Nahal spoke, "But this world is very big, and your story is just a small chapter in it. The Son of Destiny, who is concerned by the powerful ones, has things he needs to worry about. His destiny is far from being revealed, so he must devote more energy to the south."
"While you were going on this small but wonderful adventure, the human world had undergone drastic changes. Orolin, who you call Gandalf, was involved in it. Lord Turka was rushing over to deal with it."
Bilbo perked up after hearing the wizard's news.
It had been many months since he had heard anything from the wise and astute old man since they had parted in Beorn's hut. I still remember the days when the two of them smoked and said hello in front of Bag End in Hobbiton. But when I turned around and looked again, this magnificent adventure was over.
Except for the holy Nahal and Beorn, who transformed into a big bear, there are no companions left along the way, which only makes Bilbo feel sad and nostalgic.
He asked: "Can I ask what happened? I heard Lord Turka and Gandalf talk about the plague and so on. Has this terrible problem been solved now? What trouble did Gandalf get into? What happened in the human world? What?"
But Hal obviously doesn’t want to talk to us hobbits about this, because as the old dwarf and even Hal said, if the big guys can’t solve these problems, what can he, a hobbit, do?
So, Hal said: "Bilbo Baggins, although you are kind-hearted and a good person, these questions are really beyond your ability. Asking them will only make you more troubled. Besides, you don't want to go home. Is it? Home is in front of you, and the world is behind you. Hobbit, it’s time to go home! Let’s put all those annoying problems behind us. Your adventure is over. Enjoy your short and brilliant life. Let’s live forever, we will have the chance to meet again in the future!”
With that said, Nahar hissed, turned into a silvery lightning, and ran in the deep green forest. The surrounding branches and vines avoided the Holy Spirit coming from the blessed land in the west.
Seeing this, Bilbo knew that his story indeed ended here.
With worries for his friends and trust in the Silver King and the Wizard, he hugged the strong and graceful neck of the Holy Spirit Nahal tightly, feeling the joy of returning home.
Although Beorn is not as fast as Holy Spirit, he is not too far behind when running with all his strength.
And on the other side of the world.
As Turka Aracano cleanses the North of the Dark Lord's remaining poison.
Gondor.
Minas Tirith.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh."
A huge horn sound came from the south, and a majestic army appeared at the end of the sky. The cavalry was neat and the infantry was winding. There was no end in sight.
The people in the Holy White City cheered loudly.
Finally, after almost eight months of expedition, the people of Gondor welcomed the return of the warriors who went on the expedition.
"Victory!" Countless voices shouted, and the whole city boiled.
"Our warriors are finally back! Victory!"
The flag bearer who had already announced the order was riding a white horse representing victory, galloping along the avenue like an arrow. The sunlight of the day stretched the shadows of the cavalrymen.
As they galloped on their horses, they shouted: "The king returns victorious! The king returns victorious!"
The excited crowd didn't even pay attention to what they were shouting. Everyone stood beside the neat streets, stretched out their hands, and blessed these warriors who had returned from victory.
The expression on his face was one of excitement and honor.
At this time, the six upper gates of Minas Tirith were opened one after another. The regent wanted to welcome the brave warriors of Gondor in the high royal court, and asked the prime minister for news of the crown prince as soon as possible.
So the loud horseshoes continued to echo in the sky over this great city. Every time they passed a city gate, the people there gave out huge cheers, and the whole city almost boiled.
And it is these cheers that make a person even more worried.
Gandalf stood on the second-floor balcony of a house, smoking his old pipe, and his staff on his left hand so that he could reach it at any time.
Gramdrin hangs around the waist.
Obviously, even in this great city that should be the last hope of mankind, our gray robe wizards have never lowered their vigilance.
Because he discovered that this holy white city had long been shrouded in shadow. Regarding the battle between the gray-robed wizard and the blue-robed wizard, maybe we can learn about it from a book (extra) in the future. But now, let's turn our attention to what happens next. Because of its far-reaching influence, it even changed the history of Middle-earth.
After paying a heavy price, the gray wizard Gandalf reluctantly repelled the shadow that occupied this last city of hope in the human world.
But the wizard also missed the war between the dwarves and the orcs.
Fortunately, the Silver King arrived in time, and not only successfully completed the adventure, but also triggered a speed race about the fate of Middle-Continent.
When all the wise men who could sense the arrival of the mighty one saw the divine gaze shining in the eastern sky, almost everyone couldn't help but cheer (scream) with excitement (fear).
Because that means that the sacred eyes of the Valar are still paying attention to this continent all the time, and the shadows will have nowhere to hide!
However, Gandalf did not know this at that time.
Now, the wizard Gandalf will fight off his old friend and eliminate the evil magic shrouding this great city for the people here.
As a result, news of the victorious return of the Prime Minister's expedition to Umbar Port immediately spread throughout Gondor.
Out of some concern, Gandalf did not rush back to the Lonely Mountain as planned to help the dwarves deal with the dragon problem, but stayed. Because he felt that the human world would undergo drastic changes.
After waiting for nearly a month, finally, Gondor's expeditionary army returned.
Different from the excited people, Gandalf was more concerned about the words shouted by the standard bearers: The king returns victorious!
"It seems that the human world is about to usher in a terrible turmoil, and the cause is actually Xiao Qiang!" Gandalf bit his pipe and kept puffing away, looking extremely worried.
As a well-known wise man in Central Continent, he has his own room in the Holy White City. Even if others are not around, someone will clean it regularly.
This room is very close to the wall of the royal city, and not far from the shoulder of the mountain that connects the mountain to the Guard Mountain. There is no other furniture in the interior on the first floor except for a small table, two chairs, a bench, and some graceful hangings without figures that shine with dark gold luster.
Walking up to the carved second floor, you will find a bright and airy comfortable room. There is an alcove at each end of the room separated by a curtain, with a comfortable bed in each, as well as a pitcher and basin for washing.
This room has three narrow high windows opening to the north, looking across the huge curved channel of the Anduin River that is still shrouded in mist, looking at the hills of Emyn Muy and the Great Falls of Laeros in the distance.
It was while standing in front of the balcony on the second floor that Gandalf heard and saw Ecthelion's army returning from the south, bringing with it a new crisis and the shadow of terror.
Especially, when he saw the majestic and cruel Ecthelion, the son of Turgon II, leading the way on a tall horse that was all white without a trace of mottled color, among the nobles and nobles of Umbar one after another. Surrounded by their private soldiers and a noble human being who was so perfect that one could almost wonder whether he was the incarnation of the mighty ones from the west, they entered from the tall city gate of Minas Tirith and walked through a There are city gates one after another, leading directly to the seventh-level city where the royal court is located.
Gandalf's long eyebrows even stood up.
His eyes were first attracted by the figure following the hero Ecthelion.
"How can this be?"
The wizard exclaimed, and his seemingly old fingers even pinched the cigarette rod in his hand: "Humans don't have this power! That man is not an elf! Nor is he the Holy Spirit in the West, but the aura on his body is so powerful that it seems..."
As if aware of Gandalf's gaze, Orlandil, who was riding a tall horse, suddenly raised his head and smiled at the wizard on the second floor.
The gray-robed wizard suddenly felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar. It's like falling into the darkest center of the earth.
Cold all over.
And there is no light in sight.
And outside, everyone was cheering;
The roar of mountains and tsunamis extends from the gate of the first ring to the fountain square on the seventh floor.
All are blessing;
Countless white flowers were thrown down from the second floor, from the tower, and from both sides of the street, and fell on the heads of this army with neat military appearance and bright armor. Every weapon and every war horse seemed to have been repainted. Above and below.
"hero!"
Countless voices converged into a huge shout, which shocked the birds in Guard Mountain and Minduoluin Mountain to leave their nests and scream non-stop.
"Hero Ecthelion!"
"Ecthelion the Conqueror!"
"Ecthelion, Lord of Mercy!"
Listening to the cheers from all over the city, Ecthelian reached out and pinched a white petal that fell from the air. Under the exquisite and tight helmet, a smile appeared on his handsome face.
