There was silence, and all eyes were focused on Frodo. A sudden combination of shame and fear made him tremble, and he felt extremely reluctant to show the Ring. He also felt disgusted by its touch, and he wanted to stay away from this place.
But a pair of majestic eyes made him hesitate.
Under the gaze of the Silver King, Frodo took out the Lord of the Rings hanging around his neck with trembling hands, then tore it off and placed it on the stone table in the middle.
Bang.
It was as if a voice sounded in everyone's hearts at the same time. Although it was obviously very light, it was extremely heavy. But the moment Frodo put it down, he suddenly felt relaxed, as if all the darkness left him, and beauty and hope returned to his body and mind.
He took a deep breath, with a relieved smile on his face. After bowing slightly to Turka and Elrond, he sat back in his seat.
Gandalf gave him a pleased, encouraging smile.
In the morning light, the small ring on the stone table shone brightly. It seems to have magic power. And so it is. The eyes of everyone here couldn't help but be attracted by it, and many people's eyes and faces showed a complex look of greed, desire, fear, and hope.
"Behold! This is Isildur's nemesis!" said Elrond.
"The prophecy is true." Boromir took a breath and whispered to his brother Faramir: "I saw the broken sword, and I saw the enemy's weapon. The King of the North is also here. You and I have been feuding for many years. Justice will be served.”
Faramir stared at the golden thing and was quite excited.
The dwarves have also heard the story of the Lord of the Rings. After all, one of the Seven Rings is now in the hands of Thorin II, but not many people have actually seen the Lord of the Rings, so they also whisper about it.
The elf stared at the Lord of the Rings on the stone table with fear and disgust, twisting his body uneasily. The twins had a curious and obsessed look in their golden vertical pupils that were exactly the same as their father's.
"Hulum, houlum." Treebeard let out a low hum: "What an evil force. It reminded me of the war many, many years ago. At that time, Fangorn Forest could even reach all the way from the north. Stretching up to the Mercedras, ah, it was a beautiful and peaceful time.”
"quiet."
Turka said, his voice majestic and mighty, like evening drums and morning bells, and like the gods being angry. Almost everyone was shocked, and the shadows lingering in everyone's hearts and the Elf Garden immediately dissipated.
Nolatu shook his head and broke away from the longing emotion in his heart. He looked at the small, golden ring in surprise, and like his brother, he frowned deeply.
"After listening to Lord Elrond, today, each of you has a chance to speak, but you must not speak nonsense."
Everyone lowered their heads slightly to show respect for this great king.
Elrond continued: "Many of you have heard the story of the One Ring. Each of our races suffered from the evil power of the enemy until Isildur (Isildur) held Nasill. Use the Holy Sword to cut off his fingers, and the rule of the former Demon King will be ended."
"It was also at that time that the ring fell into the hands of Isildur, but soon the ring, which possessed part of the Demon Lord's power and will, was lost in the Battle of the Golden Iris Marsh. It betrayed Isildur, causing him to A tragic death in the fast-flowing waters of the Golden Iris. Humanity's rise to decline."
"For many years, it sank to the bottom of the Golden Iris River, submerged by silt and algae. Even the greatest wise men never found it. Until Guru discovered it."
"Gollu." Bilbo exclaimed: "Ah, this name is so nostalgic and disgusting."
Eldron looked at him: "Yes, this is a very long story, involving many people, and Gulu and you are just one of them. But now, please let me tell the story as plainly and simply as possible. Let me explain the story of what happened in Middle-earth over the past countless years, so that you can know why you were called here today."
Bilbo bowed and apologized to Elrond.
So Elrond continued: "In fact, how Gollum discovered it is unknown, because since it climbed out of the dark cave in the Misty Mountains, it has disappeared. This is Mithrandir. The dwarves and the elves of Mirkwood can all prove it."
The wizard mentioned nodded along with Gloin and Legolas. They explained how they found Gulu in the forest and the lonely mountain, so that the story could be connected more smoothly.
And Gandalf said: "I finally found its trace in Nindalf Marsh, but it was too late by then. Gollum had been captured by someone, and his whereabouts are a mystery."
Elrond said: "It is obvious that it has fallen into the hands of the enemy, and it was at this time that Sauron learned your name." He looked at Bilbo.
"Then everything is explained clearly." Bilbo thought of the chase many years ago, still a little frightened in his heart. He looked at the wizard and Turka: "His minions, those riding big black horses The killer invaded the Shire and was destroyed and driven away by Old Smaug and the elves.”
"Destroy?" Gandalf said: "Bilbo, they are all immortal evil spirits. They will not die. They will only escape into the void until they are summoned again by their evil master."
Only then did Frodo realize that so many things had happened. He thought that if he had not been rescued by Tom Bombadil, he might have died on the spot.
However, even so, after being awarded this ring by Annuminas, he still could not escape the pursuit of these terrible evil spirits. If the twins hadn't arrived in time at the last moment, he probably wouldn't have been able to see the beautiful scenery of the valley.
"We already know the matter about Gollum and the ring, but please forgive me." Boromir stood up, keeping his eyes on the ring on the stone table, and said: "But this must not be the whole story, right? One question: How is it In the hands of a hobbit?"
Elrond said: "Of course not. As for how it fell into the hands of the hobbits, the ring bearer needs to tell his own story."
Bilbo stood up immediately, bowed apologetically to the dwarves and wizards, and then said: "Forgive me for not telling my friends at the beginning. Because at that time, I only wanted to take that treasure as my own and get rid of the inconvenience. I have the stigma of being a thief. But maybe now I understand things better. Anyway, here’s the thing.”
As he spoke, this respectable old hobbit recounted the adventure about dragons, magic, and treasures that took place half way across Middle-earth many years ago. Its excitement was almost as exciting as any other in the world. A legend that everyone could not help but be surprised and moved by.
Finally, another protagonist in the story spoke up.
"At that time, I knew that it was fate that made Bilbo become the holder of the Demon Lord's weapon, just like the responsibility that each of us carries." Turka said, looking at the ring on the stone table with a somewhat confused look. Disdainfully, somewhat solemnly: "I told Bilbo not to tell the third person about this, because the enemy might also be looking for his ring! And as I expected, the Hobbit kept its number safely and secretly. Ten years to this day.”
"So this was what you relied on to escape from the Elf King's palace that day." Legolas said: "This is indeed beyond the elves' expectations!" He looked at his old friend with a smile, his handsome face flashing Bright light.
"It has been hidden from the dwarves for a long time." Gloin, one of the people involved that day, also laughed and said: "Bilbo Baggins, the master of the shadows! The silent one!"
Bilbo bent down deeply, with a cheerful smile on his face as well.
The corners of Turka's mouth raised slightly;
The atmosphere at the entire meeting became relaxed. The bright sunshine filtered through the white clouds and fell on the earth, illuminating the garden of the Elf House with warmth.
