The Bizarre Adventure of the Warhammer Elves

Chapter 477 Ash-soaked Dried Tofu

A grand birthday dinner is being held in Hobbiton in the evening. Hundreds of hobbits who are good at singing and dancing all gather in the square to sing and dance.

Bilbo, with the same smile on his face, took out the wine that he had collected for many years from his home. While busy responding to the blessings from his relatives and friends, he walked through the crowd and came to Rohan.

Looking at this elf friend who had never missed his birthday party for several years, Bilbo could not suppress his excitement and said gratefully:
"My elf friend, thank you for coming to my birthday party every time. I really don't know what language I should use to thank you for your participation!"

"No need to thank you, Bilbo. The friendship between you and me is not something that can be measured in words alone."

Rohan smiled and bent down to take the freshly squeezed juice from the other party. Finally, like a magic trick, he conjured a book wrapped in maple leaves out of thin air and handed it to the other party and explained:
"This is a book I read and recorded about the notes and summaries of elven adventurers who explored all over the world. It records the customs, customs and precautions in most parts of Middle-earth.

Although you have sworn a few years ago that you will never leave Bag End again, I think you are still curious about the outside world, right?

Since you can't see the outside world in person now, you might as well learn interesting knowledge from books. Maybe it's a comfortable choice for you, right? "

After speaking, Rohan handed the book to Bilbo's arms, while secretly observing the detailed changes in his friend's face.

Rohan had never encouraged Bilbo to explore the world since Bilbo was frightened by the howling of wolves and Orcs a few years ago when he moved him home and swore not to travel far.

As a time traveler, the plot is his biggest advantage when facing this Middle-earth world and Archaon in the future, so he should have allowed the development of the plot to continue strictly in accordance with the original storyline.

But as a friend, Rohan had no reason to force Bilbo to do unpleasant things, so he never explicitly or implicitly asked Bilbo to explore the outside world over the years.

And this time, the reason why he wanted to send this manuscript, which was considered precious to the elves, was also to observe Bilbo's micro-expression to judge whether the other party really hated taking risks.

Rohan has not met Gandalf yet, but if Bilbo shows even a little disgust, then even if Gandalf wants to let him serve as a snitch in the future, he will do his best to stop him.

But if the spirit of adventure hidden in Bilbo's heart had not been wiped out by the previous threats...

"This is really a precious gift. Thank you so much!"

Hearing that the humble notebook in front of him was actually made by Rohan himself, Bilbo couldn't help but reveal a sincere smile, and then he surprised Rohan with a maple leaf package.

What was placed inside the maple leaf package was a thick notebook with wet ink. Rohan's beautiful handwriting made Bilbo feel happy, and he fell in love with this notebook almost immediately!

After seeing Bilbo's expression, Rohan still had a gentle gentleman's smile on his face, but he was already smiling in his heart.

Hahahaha~ It seems that there is no too outrageous change in the big movement. There is a high probability that Gandalf's little snitch will still embark on this magical journey of the dwarf expedition in the future, right?
Just when Rohan was about to continue getting acquainted with Bilbo, he suddenly noticed from the corner of his eye a tall gray wizard's hat standing behind a tent in the distance, so he frowned and changed the subject:
"Bilbo, I just saw one of your female relatives stuffing the silverware into your clothes in Bag End and taking it away. Maybe you should stop this behavior."

After hearing this, Bilbo, who had originally planned to sit down and look through the notebook, couldn't care less at the moment. He hurriedly took the notebook and angrily rushed towards his bottomed hole:

"What! That must be Lobelia Sackville Baggins again! My cousin-in-law, I never thought he would be so bad as to come to my house and steal the silver spoon! I'm going... "

Looking at Bilbo's retreating back, Rohan could only say sorry to him secretly in his heart, and then he changed his expression solemnly and walked towards the suspected wizard's pointed hat.

huh~ clap!
The happy hobbits were enjoying themselves at this time and did not notice the departure of the main host of the party, and from time to time, happy children would light fireworks and firecrackers and fly into the sky.

Gray robe wizard hat, Shire, fireworks banquet...

These keywords were superimposed together, and the name that Childan had been saying all this time flashed through Rohan's mind almost immediately:
"Mithrandil?"

Rohan stretched out his hand to try to stop the other person, and then he saw a hobbit walking out from behind the tent carrying a pile of groceries, and then looked at Rohan in confusion in front of him.

The top of the pile of groceries is a gray pillow that looks like a pointed hat from the side.

The hobbit was obviously startled by the tall elf with wings in front of him. Then he looked at the sword on Rohan's waist and couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and asked:
"Mr. Elf, could you please give way for a moment? Are you blocking me?"

"Oh, sorry, I recognized the wrong person."

Seeing this, Rohan stepped out of the way apologetically, and then looked with some confusion at the hobbit children who were setting off fireworks and firecrackers and were only as tall as his calves.

If these fireworks weren't made of magic, could they still be made of gunpowder?

But even in the Gray Port, Rohan had never heard any news about gunpowder, not to mention that Hobbiton didn't seem to have the conditions to develop gunpowder?
Just when Rohan was debating whether to explore the manufacturing process of these fireworks, a cheerful old voice suddenly sounded from behind him:
"Dear Elf, you seem to be looking for a very wise old man. How do you know his name?"

"My friend Childan said he was an elder who could ignite courage in people's hearts, and my teacher Glorfindel said he was a respectable and wise man."

"Hoho? It sounds like his evaluation is very good, so I wonder what your own evaluation of him is?"

(〃)
Rohan could clearly feel that the old man's voice coming from behind him was gradually distorted by his praise, so he deliberately teased and said:

"In my opinion, she should be an old man who smokes a pipe all day long and is always late for important occasions, but overall she should be very interesting."

"Ahem...old man?"

"It seems I guessed right, old man?"

Hearing the old man behind him coughing because of his rants, Rohan turned around and saw a tall but strong gray-robed wizard.Gandalf, the courtesan of Middle-earth, is one of the five wizards who came to Middle-earth from Valinor to assist the free people in their fight against Sauron!

In the Elvish language, Gandalf is usually called 'Mithrandil', which means the wise elder, and he is also the holder of the Ring of Fire, one of the three elven rings.

Facing the rude old man in front of him who seemed to be choking on the cigarette and kept coughing, Luo Han, who had been accustomed to the elegant elf life, couldn't help but frown, and then said unceremoniously:

"Mithrandil, seeing is better than hearing. You do look like an old man with one foot in the coffin. Are you really okay with your health?"

"Ahem...well, it's really rare that the fire energy of elves can still be as powerful as in the first era. I really don't know how Lord Jinhua taught such an irritable elf..."

Faced with Rohan's unkind words, Gandalf, who was choked by smoke, gradually calmed down his coughing, and then complained in a low voice with some helplessness.

As a gray-robed wizard traveling in Middle-earth, he naturally already knew Rohan's identity from Cirdan. After all, the iconic snow-white wings were too obvious.

The reason why he came all the way to the Shire to attend Bilbo's birthday party this time was not only to congratulate the hobbit he had seen growing up, but also to see the legendary twin-tailed comet. one.

"Well, let me introduce you again. My name is Gandalf, Gandalf the Grey. Nice to meet you. Lord Rohan, who is known as one of the twin-tailed comets."

Gandalf cleared his throat first, then bent slightly to salute and introduce himself to Rohan, then reached out and used the Ring of Fire to cast a gorgeous firework in mid-air.

Wow~(⊙o⊙)
Seeing such gorgeous fireworks, the hobbits passing by all around let out bursts of incomprehensible exclamations. Only black lines gradually appeared on Rohan's forehead.

(°Δ°`)
What are you doing?
what are you doing? !

Seeing Gandalf leisurely admiring his work, while using the ring of fire on his finger to light a string of flames to light his pipe, Rohan felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

Ring of Fire!That's the Ring of Fire!

The reason why Rohan has been searching for traces of Gandalf these years is not only because he wants to see this respectable god of Maya, but also because he hopes to have a close look at the Ring of Fire.

In the past few years, he had begun to learn blacksmithing skills under the guidance of Cirdan, and his current attainments were comparable to those of master-level elf craftsmen.

After all, he has had some contact with dwarves in the Warhammer world, so he naturally has a certain understanding of these basic blacksmith techniques, which is why he can make some rune decorations.

But as for how to cultivate powerful runes and apply them reasonably to weapons and armor, Rohan has not been able to find any way so far.

This is not because Cirdan kept Rohan's teachings secret, but mainly because Cirdan was not a Noldor elf who was good at forging, so naturally he was not good at the forging technique itself.

Because of this, Rohan hopes to see with his own eyes the Three Elven Rings created by the former Noldor Elf Lord Celebrimbor. After all, this is an existence that is no less artistic than the Supreme Lord of the Rings!

It is no exaggeration to say that Sauron's forging skills have even surpassed those blind men who control the anvil of Vaal in the Warhammer world. Although they are not as good as Vaal, the god of craftsmen, they are almost the same.

In comparison, now he has only learned a little bit about blacksmithing!
"……Hello."

Facing Gandalf's self-introduction, Rohan, who had become obsessed with forging, had no intention of introducing himself at all. He just stared at the ring of fire between his fingers.

Baby, that's a real baby!

I really want to take it apart now and see what the runes inside look like!
Gandalf:? !
Facing Rohan's naked gaze, Gandalf, who always thought he was experienced even in any situation, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and then asked with some worry:
"Did...what happened? Your Excellency Luohan's eyes seem a little gloomy?"

Hearing Gandalf's question, Rohan realized that his previous behavior seemed indeed a bit rude, and then hurriedly corrected his attitude and asked:

"Nothing, Mithrandir, could you please take off your ring and show it to me? I'm learning forging recently and hope to observe this excellent rune creation up close."

"Oh, so that's what it's for!"

Hearing this, Gandalf breathed a sigh of relief and seemed to be much more energetic.

He thought that this double-tailed comet from the sky had some special quirks, but now it seems that he was overthinking it after all, right?

Gandalf casually took the ring off his index finger, while Rohan hurriedly held it up with both hands as if it were a treasure and murmured:

"Ah...Ring of Power..."

Rohan looked at the ruby-encrusted ring in his palm with some obsession. The runes on it emitted a faint light like a flame under the light of the fireworks, constantly inspiring his heart.

As the Ring of Fire continued to rotate in Rohan's palm, Rohan finally saw a row of rune marks at the bottom of the ring that he dreamed of, so he hurriedly stepped forward to check:

"In this increasingly silent world, may the flames rekindle the indomitable fighting spirit in people's hearts."

A series of runes carved in Elvish language flickered and appeared under the light of the fireworks, and Rohan took out the paper and pen he had prepared in advance and drew them against the series of runes.

What is contained in this is the wisdom of the Noldor elves in ancient times. Who knows who else in this world can teach him such wisdom?
Zoro?Elrond?Or Saruman, the pioneer of industry?
Just when Rohan was sitting at the table, looking at the pen and paper in his hand and thinking for a while, he saw Gandalf curiously looking over and saying:
"The painting looks quite similar. Maybe your talent in rune forging cannot be underestimated. Maybe you can go to the Golden Forest to ask Mrs. Galadriel about forging knowledge."

(End of this chapter)