Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 81
The next day, when Arraine's light came down almost straight on, Bilbo was awakened by the neighing of ponies and the boisterous clamor of dwarves.

He jumped out of bed as fast as he had back home in Bag End.

"Ah, why didn't you call me?" He came to the living room and found that everyone had already started to eat lunch, and the table was covered with food and nuts.But there is no wine, because they all know that it is time to start in a while.

"Lazybones, you're finally up." Bofur said with a grin. "If you don't get up again, we'll finish our lunch and leave you on the road hungry."

"That's impossible!" Bilbo quickly climbed up a bench, and sat down with everyone to eat the lunch prepared by the host for the guests.

While eating, he looked around.

"Where are Lord Gandalf and Lord Turka?" Bilbo asked curiously, noticing that Beorn and the two great men in the party were absent.

"When we woke up, they weren't there. There was only food on the table," Baring said. "Outside somewhere, you know, they don't need to ask us where they go."

In fact, until they had a sumptuous lunch, the owner and the silver king still hadn't returned.

It lasted until around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, when Beorn and the Silver King hurried in.

"We went to look around."

Gandalf said: "Lord Turka and Beorn have found the half-orc spy rider who followed us, and eliminated the threat behind us."

"They are really cunning. They hide very far away and are concealed." Beorn looked a little excited. I don't know if he was delusional, but Bilbo seemed to smell a little blood from his mouth. "But they were still discovered by us. We cut off their heads and erected them on the surrounding forks to warn those shameless guys."

Turka smiled and said nothing.

But no one dared to despise him, because the deeds of the Silver King had been written into stories and poems, and became legends, even Beorn knew it well.

"I hope the next journey will be smoother." Gandalf said: "You can take the old jungle road, which was built when the elves moved westward. Later, the bearded dwarves reinforced it, and it is almost safe."

"You said almost." Thorin frowned, noticing a certain word in the mouth of the old wizard.

The gray-robed wizard opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Beorn glanced at him and said, "The Wood Elves (i.e., Silvan Elves) are more dangerous than the West Elves. They are less wise, but more xenophobic. They don't like other races entering their kingdom. And since ten years Since the previous war, although the greatest evil in the forest has been driven out, other things are also growing at the same time, and it is not safe to walk through Mirkwood at this time."

But Bilbo noticed another word.

"You say you?" The hobbit was very surprised, and even a little bit reluctant: "Gandalf, aren't you with us?"

"I have other tasks." Gandalf took out the bong that he hadn't smoked for a while, lit a twist of long grain leaf tobacco, and puffed: "I can't accompany you on the next journey, but Tour That Lord Ka will look after you, Bilbo, is more reassuring than I am."

This is indeed surprising news, and all the dwarves have read it.

"But without you, I mean: only Lord Turka, wouldn't Smaug be much harder to deal with?" Bofur said hastily.

So why do you say that dwarves are annoying, isn't this coming?

This sentence has the meaning of belittling the silver king.

The wizard hurriedly said: "It's not that I don't want to go with you, but my task is also very important, and I can't shirk it. And can't Lord Turka solve this problem?"

Thorin also said: "Shut up, this is our own business, don't we depend on others for everything?" The dwarves muttered and closed their mouths with worried eyes.

Sorin looked at Turka apologetically.

Turka shook her head, saying she didn't mind.He had already seen a lot of dwarves' temperament, and he was no longer angry at their faux pas and rudeness.

Although Bilbo was very reluctant, but now he can only watch the two parties break up here.

They mounted the horses that Beorn had lent them, and after saying goodbye to Gandalf the wizard several times, they rode out the door.

Beorn gave each a pony, and Gandalf a full-grown horse, to carry them on their journey into the unknown, and to fill them with plenty of food.

With careful planning, this food will last them for several weeks.

These foods are specially packaged for easy portability—nuts, flour, dried fruit in airtight jars, honey, and double-baked cakes that last for a long time and only need to be eaten once. A small mouth can go a long way.It's kind of like an elf's lambas.

The dwarves head east, to Old Jungle Road.

The wizard walked south, preparing to go to Gondor.

This was decided by the Holy White Council in Rivendell.

The plague (witchcraft) made them very disturbed, and the Holy White Council decided to let the wizards go to various places to check the detailed situation.

Among them, Radagast the brown robe went to the north, Saruman the white robe went to Rohan, and Gandalf the gray robe went to Gondor.

They will pay attention to the situation in each place separately, to ensure that if the darkness really returns, then they must clear the shadow of the dark forces in each place before that.

This is more important than slaying a dragon.

Radagast in the brown robe and Saruman in the white robe have already left. Gandalf should have parted ways with the dwarves when he was in Rivendell, but the wizard insisted on reasoning, which allowed him to accompany the dwarves for a longer journey.

But now that he couldn't delay any longer, it was time for him to set off.

Things in the human world became more and more serious, and Gandalf even had a premonition that this would affect the future direction of the Central Continent.It is the responsibility of the wizard to ensure the safety of this land, and he is duty bound.

In fact, Turka is also very worried about the north, and he has been restless these days.

But the matter of the Lord of the Rings is equally important;
Secondly, he had promised to help the dwarves recover their homeland, and he couldn't shirk it—at this time he didn't know that Arathorn was assassinated and Annuminas was in turmoil.

He just watched the wizard's figure run away with very deep eyes, and then he and the dwarves also started to gallop.

They left Beorn's high fenced domain from the east, and immediately turned southeast, heading towards Mirkwood.

The black mountains stood behind them, and in the distance, a thin line of river was approaching with the trees on both sides.

The sun had just moved west when they set out, and it would cast golden rays over the land around them until evening.

They crossed meadows and valleys, and crossed flowery hills.

Everyone stopped talking and laughing, because they knew that the last dangerous journey was waiting for them.

Night fell quickly, and when the peaks of the mountain showed their hideous faces against the backdrop of the setting sun, they set up camp and arranged shift vigils.

After dawn the next day, it was still a sunny scene.

A layer of white mist like autumn lightly enveloped the ground, and the air was slightly cool, but not long after, the fiery red sun rose from the east, and the mist dissipated immediately.

The adventure team continued to set off.

They rode eastward another day, and at last they came to the entrance of Mirkwood.

It was an extremely magnificent forest, many times larger than the forests Bilbo had seen in the past.

The trees here have thick, gnarled trunks, twisted branches, and long, dark leaves.

Vines cling to them and extend along the ground.

Here, you can't even hear the singing of the birds, the wild deer is gone, and even the rabbits are hidden in the most secret places.

"I don't like this forest very much," murmured Bilbo, riding on a pony. "The atmosphere here is too depressing. I always feel like something is watching me."

"This is the big green forest!" Turka stopped in front of the forest and said, "Our next most dangerous journey. I hope you can follow me closely and don't stray too far from the main road. Although the elves clean up some Dangerous stuff, but forests are one of the easiest places to breed darkness, as are mountains. None of us know what's coming next."

Turka's words only added to the dwarf's and Bilbo's worries.

But none of them retreated, and all of them followed closely behind the Silver King, and walked into this dense and towering forest.

In the distance, a huge black bear stood on a hill, watching them from a distance.

He is Beorn.

In fact, the skin-changing people have been secretly protecting them.until they entered the forest.

Hope my horses don't get swallowed by the forest.

Beorn thought.

He let out a long growl as farewell, then turned and left.

When the dwarves and Bilbo heard the howl, they knew that the bear was gone, and their hearts were even heavier.

The entrance to the path is two large trees leaning against each other, looking like an arch leading to some dark tunnel.

The path was paved with flagstones, but was very narrow, and weaved among the trees.

The sound of the horseshoe stepping on it was like the sound of heavy drums.

Soon, the bright light of the entrance turned into a small bright hole in the distance behind, and there was a dead silence all around.

In this aggravated gloomy atmosphere, it seemed that all the trees were moving towards them, listening intently.

The Holy Spirit Nahar walking ahead has almost become the source of courage in everyone's heart.

Under the deep forest, its snow-white figure is like a ball of silver light, and it is also like a bright light walking in the front, guiding the direction of everyone.

Occasionally, it would stop and wait for the dwarves and hobbits behind to make sure they hadn't lost their way.

Occasionally, it will make a long hiss and run forward quickly to check whether the road ahead is safe.

This reminded Duvalin, Groin, and Orino Ridore that many years ago, under the guidance of this figure, they went straight to the evil ancient fortress in the north to fight to the death with the orcs. .

The dwarves such as Felicili, Balin, Bofur, Bombur, and Oin who did not participate in the series of wars many years ago, although their feelings are not as big as those of Duvalin and Groin, they are still impressed by Nahar's holy and healthy body. The posture attracts and convinces.

"I think."

The Filiqili brothers whispered again: "Even Master Baggins has ridden on it, maybe it will agree to let us touch it."

Although it was quickly interrupted by Bahrain and even Sorin who yelled at them in a low voice.But Bilbo always felt a deep sense of pride at this time.

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