"Robbers! Bandits! Scum! Bastards! What on earth are you going to do?"
On the two horses, two hobbits were placed horizontally on each side. Their hands were tied behind their backs and their feet were tied tightly. They were lying on the horses' backs and yelling curses.
Hobbits are indifferent to the world, love peace and are hospitable. Compared with other races in Middle-earth, they are undoubtedly much kinder, so there is no way to curse people, just a few words over and over again.
"Russell, isn't this...not good?"
Aragorn looked back, feeling a little depressed. Now he didn't have to worry about causing misunderstandings, because no matter what he said, the four hobbits wouldn't believe a word.
"It's a little noisy!" Russell nodded, walked to the horses, cut the blanket into rags, and stuffed a piece into each person's mouth.
This time, it was completely quiet!
Aragorn was even more upset: "That's not what I mean. Gandalf and I are friends, and we will become friends with them. We...we should take the four of them to Rivendell in a gentle way, not like this, Do you get me?"
"I understand! But it's useless for me to understand. You have to tell them and see if they understand!"
Who do you think caused this?
Aragorn "..."
"Aragorn, I understand what you're saying, but that's not important. When we arrive at Rivendell, all misunderstandings will be resolved, and we will all still be good friends." Russell clapped his hands, indicating that this was nothing.
"Can……"
"There's nothing good about it. You guys just have to be more cheerful when doing things. We are being hunted and time is running out, so we can't do anything."
"Oh, I remember you weren't like this before!"
"There's nothing I can do, I've lost my memory!"
Russell knew that it was more reasonable for Aragorn to gain trust first, but the Ringwraith had been following the four hobbits. The hotel was a dangerous place and there was no time for them to connect emotionally.
Just like Russell said, all misunderstandings will be solved when we arrive at Rivendell. In this case, what's the point of fighting the Ringwraiths to the death? Naturally, avoid them if you can.
"Russell, you have to be mentally prepared, we will be in danger along the way."
"It's okay! If you're weak, you can't beat me, so don't be afraid. If you're strong, I can't beat me, so there's no point in being afraid..."
What Russell said made sense. Aragorn was speechless. He felt something was wrong, but he didn't know how to refute it. His brows became even more melancholy.
…
Several people left the territory of Brei, passed through the mountains and forests, and walked through a prairie.
There is still a long way to go from here to Rivendell, and it would take more than ten days to get there quickly, let alone four hobbits. Moreover, without the cover of the forest, walking in the open grassland is extremely eye-catching, which increases the possibility of being caught up by the Nazgul.
The four hobbits are named Frodo, Sam, Pippin, and Merry. Among the four, Frodo is the leader. Sam is the gardener of his family and his best friend since childhood. The remaining two are him. A distant cousin.
After getting along for a few days, Frodo and the four were loosened from the rope, and gradually became familiar with Russell and Aragorn, knowing that the other party had no intention of harming them.
With the Supreme Lord of the Rings in sight, Russell and Aragorn had never had any involvement, and with the stories Aragorn told about Gandalf, they quickly got closer and initially gained the trust of the four.
Crossing the plains, the terrain slowly rose, and the group came to the rolling hills. On the outline of the hill in the distance, an abandoned tower can be vaguely seen, staring into the distance like a lookout, bathed in the sun, as dazzling as a crown.
"That's Weathertop, also known as Amon'Thul!"
Aragorn had a complex look on his face. The person who built the tower was his ancestor Elendil, a name full of glory, but the later ones had shamed this honor, and he had been escaping, feeling that he was not worthy of it. This honor.
There were so many thoughts in Aragorn's mind, as if he was being suppressed by a huge boulder. He was breathless in pain. He wanted to vent but didn't know who to talk to.
"Russell, you know, I..."
In the middle of his words, he consciously closed his mouth because Russell and Frodo walked away.
…
The night was getting darker, clouds shrouded the sky, the wind was a little moist, and there was a high possibility of rain. Aragorn and Russell discussed it and decided to go up to the tower to spend the night.
"Russell, we will keep vigil in two shifts, and you will be responsible for the second half of the night."
Aragorn said depressedly. He finally worked up the courage and wanted to find someone to talk to about his pressure. As a result, feelings brewed and the person he talked to ran away, almost causing him to vomit blood.
Deep darkness enveloped the earth, and the distant woods moved with the wind, accompanied by rustling movements, like ghosts sneering, making people shiver.
"Russell, tell us a story!" The four hobbits were very excited and not sleepy.
Compared with the serious Aragorn, Russell was more popular among the four people. The stories he told were profound and connotative, making people unable to stop listening.
"I have to work the night shift, so I can only tell one story and then go to sleep."
"Well, one will do, it's better than none."
Aragorn was about to leave when he saw Russell was about to tell a story. He subconsciously stopped his steps and pricked up his ears to listen.
Russell cleared his throat, and he was the best at telling stories: "In the dark and deep Rivendell, a young man named Aragorn was sleeping soundly in the grass. In order to fully integrate into nature, he shed all the noise and noise of the world. …”
"What does the noise in the world mean?" It's a bit esoteric, and Frodo and the other four don't quite understand it.
"It's just clothes!"
Aragorn: "..."
Suddenly becoming the protagonist of the story, and having no clothes on, he knew that the next words would be bad, but he still resisted interrupting and wanted to continue listening.
"At this time, an elf picking mushrooms passed by and counted while picking. 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4..."
"After the elf left, another one came, also counting while picking. 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4...5, 6, 7, 8..."
Frodo and the other four looked confused. Aragorn really couldn't bear it, but he couldn't say that he understood. He coughed lightly and said, "Russell, I want to remind you that the elves know magic and may be listening to you." story."
"No way, are elves so boring?" Russell was surprised, then shrugged and said indifferently: "Elves are a long-lived race. They have never seen any big winds and waves. It's just a short bedtime story, so you shouldn't be worried about it."
"That's not necessarily true..."
Aragorn said secretly, elves are all petty. Ever since I fell in love with Arwen, her father Elrond started to look at me coldly, looked down upon me in various ways, and finally kicked me out of Rivendell.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded in the distance, and under the dark night, the dull roar came closer and closer.
With the murmur of death, five black shadows appeared, moving at high speed on the gray hilly slopes. They were covered in black robes, riding devil-like horses, and arrived below the Wind and Cloud Summit in the blink of an eye.
"The people who were hunting us before!" Frodo exclaimed.
Aragorn lowered his head and looked into a pair of scarlet eyes: "It's the Nazgul, or they are catching up."
"What should we do, should we escape?"
"There is no way to escape. They have blocked the escape route, so we can only fight." Aragorn shook his head.
"Go up there, it's going to thunder..." Russell looked up at the sky. The clouds were thick and it would be a pity not to use them.
