"Then, I hope you can keep this ring." Frodo suppressed the excitement in his heart and said with a red face: "This thing is a heavy burden for the hobbits. I hope it can stay away from us and stay away from us." Ciel.”
But Turka said to him: "Frodo, as I said, every man has his duty. Although I can defeat my enemies and clear away the shadows of the past, this alone is beyond my power. "
Then, in the eyes of everyone's surprise and fear, the silver-white king picked up the magic ring and put it on his smallest thumb.
"Look."
Turka said, raising his hand for everyone to look at, only to see nothing happen.
Frodo even thought for a moment that there was something wrong with his eyes. But Bilbo spoke up and said: "If I didn't understand it all those years ago, I do feel the power of destiny now."
"This trouble was caused by a stupid hobbit, so it's best for him to come out and fight for his life to clean up the aftermath." He sighed, "I live very comfortably here, and I have made a lot of progress in writing a book. I've even started to conceive of the ending: he lived happily ever after. It's a good ending, even if it's cliche. But now I have to change it, because it doesn't seem to be possible. At least , and obviously there will be several more chapters to come - if I come back alive to write them. When should I set out?"
Boromir looked at Bilbo in surprise, but when he saw that everyone else respected the old hobbit, he swallowed the laughter that rushed to his lips in time. Only Gloin smiled, but his smile came from memories of the past.
"Of course, my dear Bilbo," Turka took the Lord of the Rings off his finger, turned it around between his fingers like a small toy, and then held it in his palm: "This trouble is indeed You caused it, but now you know very well that this trouble has nothing to do with you. You chose to let it go, and you can't take it back. In fact, any hero will only participate in a small part of the great cause. It belongs to you The part is over, and you're just a recorder from now on. Finish your book, and leave the ending intact! There's still hope for it to come true. But maybe you should be ready to write a sequel."
Bilbo bowed slightly: "Since you said so, my lord, it must be so. And I feel that I don't have any strength or luck left to deal with this ring. It has grown, but I have not. However, now the problem has returned. Now: What should we do with this ring? We all know that it should be destroyed by the flames of Mount Doom, but what should we do with it in the meantime?"
Turka looked around everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Frodo: "Unfortunately, Frodo, this responsibility belongs to you! I will smooth the way to Mordor for you, but in the end, the choice must be made by you. , do you understand?" He spread his palm and placed it in front of Frodo.
This was not a prophecy, but as his power grew, Turka now felt more strongly about what was to come. He vaguely felt that the Fellowship of the Ring would definitely be born, but it would obviously not be carried out in the original way.
But no matter how far away the scene was, he couldn't see it more clearly. He only knew that there were two familiar figures inside.
He glanced at the twins and saw that although they were deeply attracted by the golden ring in his palm like the others, in the end they still ended up with Elrond, Gandalf, and Glorfin. Del, like Aragorn, got rid of the control of the Supreme Lord of the Rings.
Frodo glanced at every face, but no one looked at him. Most of the people in the meeting lowered their eyes and stared closely at the ring, while the rest seemed to be deep in thought.
A huge fear enveloped him, as if he was waiting to pronounce some kind of doom sentence. He had already had a premonition of this, but he had been hoping in vain that this moment would never come - now, the Silver King has revealed the fog, Let him face his fate: he must, like Bilbo, truly let it go, before he becomes a slave to the Ring like Gollum.
"If this is my destiny." Frodo concentrated for a long time before summoning the strength to speak. However, he was surprised to hear his own words, as if some other will was speaking through his small voice. "Then I'm willing to take it!" he said.
Elrond raised his eyes to look at him. For a moment, Frodo felt the sharp gaze piercing his heart. "I believe that this task is, as Lord Turka said, destined to you, Frodo," he said. "It is a heavy burden, so heavy that no one can force it upon anyone else's shoulders. I do not will impose it on you, but if you bear it willingly, I say you have made the right choice; and though all the great Elven friends of old were gathered together, Hador, Húrin, Túrin, and even Beren himself , you should also have a place among them."
Glorfindel also said: "This moment belongs to the people of the Shire, who rise from their peaceful pastoral and shake the towers and resolutions of great men. Who among all the wise men could have foreseen this moment? Or maybe it is. Because they were too wise to predict this moment before it came?"
"That's it!" Gandalf watched the Silver King return the ring to Frodo and said: "The White Council decided to hand over the ring to Frodo for safekeeping! All of us will protect him until the ring bearer Completely destroy the enemy's weapons!"
Seeing this, other people lowered their heads and paid high respect to the ring bearer.
To sum up, the news that Turka Arakano openly declared war on the darkness of Middle-earth at the meeting that decided the fate of Middle-earth quickly spread, which made people tortured in that sad and dark era. people were very excited.
April is the season of growth for all things.
Although the Rohirrim people of West Emnet have experienced too much suffering and too much sorrow, smiles still appeared on people's skinny faces at this moment.
Because of the abundant rain this year, the vast wetland plains are covered with green grass, and the green grass stretches endlessly. It can be expected that in the fall, the new horses will be fatter and more muscular than in previous years. And this is the only light for the people of Rohan who have almost lost hope.
Of course, it could also be that there were too many corpses buried under that land, making the land of hope that originally belonged to the Rohirrim more fertile.
Éomer ran very fast, regardless of the fact that this was not really in line with his status. He was wearing shining armor, with a sword hanging on his waist. The cold chainmail made rattling sounds from time to time as he ran, but his steps were quick and nimble and were not affected.
He strode up the steps in front of the Meduseld Palace and ran to the palace gate in a few clicks. Then he was stopped by guards.
"My lord, please leave your weapons." The palace gate guard crossed his spears and said.
The excitement in Éomer's eyes subsided a little, and he said: "You know who I am, soldier. How dare you stop me?"
However, a voice came from behind the guard, "This is the king's order." Hama, the captain of the guards and the guard at the palace gate, said, "Lord Éomer, no one is exception."
"Hama." Éomer looked at the loyal guard captain in surprise.
But the burly captain with a brown-red beard and hair nodded helplessly. He said in a low voice: "This is the order given by the king of Tongue. Éomer, please forgive me."
Marshal of East Rohan, Théoden's nephew, son of the heroic Éomund, when Éomer heard the name of the poisonous snake, the disgust in his eyes was naked and undisguised, but in the end he could only sigh and handed over his waist. The sword between.
"Keep it well and don't let it get any damage, because I have a hunch that I will need it soon." He said to the guard.
"Don't worry." Hama took the sword and said, "I will keep it personally."
Éomer nodded and moved through the guards. Immediately, people lifted the heavy wooden latch on the palace door and slowly pushed the door inwards, making a creaking sound on the thick hinges.
Éomer stepped into the palace.
