1911, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon (11)
——Third Era, 3018, September 23——
Late at night, Bag End.
The originally peaceful and cozy cabin was now dark.
It is not that there are no lights in the house, but whether it is an oil lamp, a candle or a bonfire burning in the fireplace, the light emitted cannot illuminate the space more than half a meter away from them. It is as if the hut is filled with "darkness" and can no longer illuminate the space.
There is no room for any "light".
Hiss—buzz!
In this darkness, a group of light slowly lit up. It was as weak as a firefly at first, but soon spread out. In less than two breaths, all the unnatural "darkness" in the room was driven away, revealing
Standing in the middle of the room, a gray-robed wizard with a long staff in hand and a serious look on his face. At his feet, there were piles of several black and tattered cloaks and rusty armor pieces.
"Gandalf, that's amazing." Sophie walked in from the door, grabbed the pie on the table and threw it into her mouth.
"..." Gandalf subconsciously raised his hand, paused briefly, and then put it down again: "Forget it, a little bit of magic pollution should have no effect on you at all."
"What exactly happened here?" Sam walked in with his head tilted: "Where are the black knights who are looking for trouble?"
"Sophie said they are 'empty shells'," Frodo followed into the house and looked at the debris piled on the ground: "Without the 'filling', of course they will 'collapse'."
"Yes, really? Are they dead?" Sam almost stepped on the black robe and backed away in fright.
"Death is a relief for the 'Ringwraith'," Gandalf shook his head, picked up a poker, and threw the cloaks and pieces of armor one by one into the bonfire of the fireplace: "Their souls
Eternally enslaved by Sauron, even if the husks are 'killed', they can easily regenerate until the One Ring is destroyed - where did you put it?"
"It seems that my guess was correct," Frodo shrugged. "After Bilbo left it to me, I checked the relevant information and roughly determined what it was."
"How are you sure?" Gandalf was watching the "shell" of the Nazgul being burned. Hearing this, he turned to look at Frodo: "I went to Minas Tirith to look up the History of the Fall of Emmenur.
", and found the records about those words."
"According to legend, whether it is the Three Rings of Elves, the Seven Rings of Dwarves or the Nine Rings of Humans, they can all be destroyed by dragon fire." Frodo walked to the window and rummaged in a flower pot: "And the dragon fire is endured once a year.
The one that hasn't been damaged by the burning can only be the Supreme Lord of the Rings - although Sophie looks like a hobbit, she is still a dragon."
"..." Gandalf froze.
"Gandalf is a fool." Sophie finished the pie and turned to the jam bread.
Sam nodded repeatedly, then turned quickly when Gandalf glared at him.
"Actually, Sophie must know what it is, but you never asked." Frodo took out the gold ring covered with mud from the bottom of the flowerpot, held it in his hand and walked back to Gandalf: "What should I do now?"
?You take it away?"
"Oh, no, I can't touch it, not even for safekeeping," Gandalf took two steps back: "I have now developed the idea of using it to do good things and the confidence not to be tempted by power - and this is absolutely
impossible."
"But those 'faceless ghosts' have found it here. I can't keep it here." Frodo handed it to Gandalf again.
"No, no... [Don't tempt me]!" Gandalf struggled with his eyes and suddenly shouted loudly.
"Hey!" The inexplicable pressure in that voice made Sam squat down with his head in his hands.
"..." Frodo was stunned, and held the ring in his palm with his five fingers together: "Why are you shouting so loudly?"
"Sorry..." Gandalf breathed out: "The more powerful a person is, the harder it is to resist its charm. On the contrary, hobbits who are loose in nature and don't have many goals are not affected by it. The same is true for Bilbo, and so are you.
."
"Really?" Frodo looked at Sophie who was still eating a lot: "Are you sure?"
"Huh?" Sophie looked back: "That ring is a big talker."
"A big talker?" Gandalf asked doubtfully.
"It said it could fulfill any of my wishes, give me extremely powerful power and countless treasures, and promised to rule the world with me," Sophie said while eating.
"Hiss..." Gandalf took a breath: "How did you answer?"
"I said I wanted to see Ilúvatar, gain the same power as Melkor, and turn Arda into an endless cake, and it ignored me no more.
," Sophie hummed: "In order to prevent it from deceiving Bilbo, I will burn it once a year."
"..." Gandalf froze for the second time.
"What's the matter? Who are they?" asked Frodo.
"What she said were...'the Supreme God who created this world', 'the former master of the Demon King Sauron' and 'Middle-earth itself'," Gandalf laughed: "The wish is too huge, and it is also against the Lord of the Rings.
It's a method of bewitching, but simply talking about it is useless. This only proves that Sophie really thinks so. Under those wishes, only food can slightly attract her attention."
"You still haven't said what to do with the ring." Frodo looked down at his clenched fists.
"Anyway, Ciel is no longer safe. You have to leave with it. First go to the 'Prancing Pony Inn' in Bree. I have to discuss countermeasures with the 'White cil' and I will go to you later."
," Gandalf's eyes turned to Sam who was peeking out his head secretly: "Sam, you go with Frodo. If he loses to the bewitchment of the Lord of the Rings, you have to be responsible for waking him up."
"Oh, okay, after all, the gardener always has to follow the master." Sam agreed immediately.
"Will Sophie come with us?" Frodo looked at the hobbit girl who had already cleared away the food prepared in advance.
"No, in fact, I came here originally to find her." Gandalf shook his head and said to Sophie, who was looking at him: "After the Demon King Sauron woke up, he gathered the Harad people from the east to attack the Lonely Mountain.
, Changhu and Iron Hills have launched an attack, which is also where your rations are produced. I hope you can rush to their aid."
"No, it's too much trouble. It's better to go to the Shire." The little hobbit girl yawned, as if she was ready to take a nap after eating.
"Huh...it's just 'tribute' over there. It may not taste good, but you know what? Those Haradurs brought their tamed mammoth war elephants," Gandalf paused and added reluctantly
Said: "It's huge in size, firm in texture, and delicious."
"Mammoth!" Sophie's eyes widened suddenly. After being stunned for two seconds, she jumped out of the window. The next moment, the little hobbit girl turned into a giant dragon covered with red scales, and flapped its wings.
The resulting hurricane disappeared into the night sky in the blink of an eye.
"..."X2
Frodo and Sam looked at the gray wizard with contempt.
"Ahem, anyway, you go to Bree and wait for me. If I can't make it in time, there will be a Chapter Master named Strider who will pick you up." Gandalf held up his hat and quickly left Bag End.
