1918, The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon (18)
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Frodo was awake,
But there was only darkness before his eyes.
After being stabbed by the strangely named "Mushroom Blade", severe pain and paralysis continued to be felt from the wound, which gradually blurred his consciousness. At the same time, everything in front of him gradually became dark.
This feeling is difficult to explain. It is not "black" in color or "dark" when there is no light.
To put it bluntly, he felt like he was in a fog that was getting thicker and thicker. The fog gradually isolated him from everything in the outside world, and slowly but surely assimilated him into a part of the fog. In the process
Everything that can be seen, heard, and touched gradually becomes blurred, and because the "heavy fog" also cuts off the light, he thinks that he is trapped in "darkness", but in fact, the surroundings are just "darkness".
Nothing” is all.
Frodo judged that if this situation continues to develop, he will definitely become the same existence as those Nazgul, which is what Aragorn calls a "ghost".
The herbs Aragorn found, which were said to be able to relieve "mushroom wounds", only made his wounds no longer painful, but they were completely helpless against the slow and firm "isolation".
At the beginning, Frodo could still feel it. He found a big horse and three ponies and took himself, Sam, Merry, and Pippin on the road day and night, and he cooperated very well to stay awake.
But as time goes by, Frodo's perception of the outside world becomes more and more blurred, and he is even unable to determine whether he is really awake or whether he is dreaming that he is awake.
However, since he will turn into a wandering spirit once he falls asleep, perhaps his current state is still the former.
So, judging from the combination of these gray and black blocks around them, the group may still be on their way and have reached a valley with a river somewhere - perhaps they have reached Rivendell?
Ta da da, da da, snap.
At this moment, the sound of horse hooves stepping on the gravel road and then stepping on the shallow water was heard.
This was the sound of nature to Frodo, who had not heard normal sounds for a long time, so he subconsciously looked up, or in other words, "felt he raised his head and looked in the right direction."
Pasha, pasha.
The first thing that emerged from the thick fog was a white and strong white horse... No, judging from the shining silver horn on its forehead, it should be a unicorn, and the horse sitting sideways on the unicorn's back
, is an elf girl with black hair, black eyes, pointed ears, a white dress, and a necklace around her neck. She exudes a faint white light, making the "fog" unable to get close to her and the unicorn under her.
Every penny.
If appearance is quantified, and Miss Rose's appearance score is 5, Frodo thought: She is 130.
The 130-point elf girl looked at Frodo with a faint smile on her face, and then spoke.
"[Elvish] menno o nin i eliad annen annin~ (abandon me for protection)"
"[Elvish] hoho o-ngurth~(Keep him safe)"
The soft Elvish language came. Although Frodo didn't know what it meant, the string that had been stretched suddenly relaxed. His intuition told him that he could fall asleep now and didn't have to worry about becoming a wandering spirit.
Already.
After thinking briefly, Frodo chose to trust his intuition.
——Third Age, 3018, October 24——
Rivendell.
"[Elvish]Lasto beth nin,(Listen to me quietly)."
"[Elvish] tolo dan nan galad. (Return to the light)"
As a low but rhythmic male voice sounded, Frodo slowly woke up from his deep sleep.
But after I opened my eyes, I had to close them again because they were filled with gold, silver and white.
The darkness in front of my eyes lasted too long, and I couldn't look directly at the bright light for the time being.
"Where is this..." Frodo asked, feeling the soft quilt under him and his arms that no longer hurt but only felt slightly numb.
Even in the short period of time he just opened his eyes, he could clearly see the person beside the bed.
"The Elven Territory, Rivendell, the City of Elrond, and your destination." The man replied.
"What time is it now?" Frodo asked again.
"October 24, 10 o'clock in the morning," the man replied: "You were in a coma for about two weeks, but fortunately, there were no sequelae."
"Hmm... um..." Frodo tried to open his eyes again. This time, the golden sunlight, silver interior decoration and pure white walls did not stop him.
"Gandalf!" Frodo jumped up from the bed and threw himself at the old man in gray robes beside the bed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm late," Gandalf caught the hobbit and patted him on the back: "I made you suffer undeserved suffering."
"No, you have done a good job, especially that excellent guide," said Frodo: "I have never seen such a good person."
"Really?" Gandalf's hand shook: "It's a pity that he is not here now, leading his battle group to clean up the surrounding Mordor troops, and I can't hear your praise."
"Wouldn't that be dangerous?" asked Frodo.
"Well..." Gandalf said with an expression as if he had a toothache: "His name as 'Strider' has already resounded throughout the wilderness. The real danger is the guys he considers to be 'enemies'."
"Really? Can you tell me more about Mr. Aragorn's deeds?" Frodo let go of Gandalf and sat back on the bed: "I didn't find a chance to ask him in person before, and he fell into a coma later."
"Well... uh," Gandalf hesitated for a moment and said, "He is the legendary figure whose reputation has increased the fastest in recent years, but outsiders must not have imagined that he worked so hard to become the King of Gondor and to work with Rivendell.
Princess Duskstar is getting married."
"Princess Evening Star..." Frodo thought of the elf girl he saw before he fell into coma. The elf girl with 130% appearance seemed to have a black pendant that was as bright as the Evening Star hanging around her neck.
"Is it like the 'Legend of Princess Lúthien'?" Gandalf said: "Interestingly, the Princess of the Morning Star who gave up immortality in the legend and only wanted to spend her life with a short-lived species was the Dusk Princess.
Star Princess' great-grandmother."
"Um...smell, sniff." Frodo didn't know how to respond for a moment, but suddenly something that did not belong to the elven city came into his nose, so he turned to Gandalf: "You have sulfur, fire, and molten iron on your body.
And the smell of forged weapons, is the lack of time to meet up related to these things?"
"There is a part of the reason, but the bigger reason is my own mistake." Gandalf nodded and shook his head, stood up and walked to the door, opening the exquisite elf house door: "You can first listen to the other person involved.
.”
Boom!
The half-opened door was completely knocked open by a small figure speeding over. Then, the person who hit the door rushed to Frodo with a plate containing snacks: "Baggins~ This is what I'm searching for."
I just found it in Elf’s Kitchen, do you want to try it?”
"..." Frodo looked at the shining blue "gem" on the plate: "No, thank you."
At this moment, there was a burst of noise outside.
"[The Light of Elendil] has been stolen! Watch out for these dirty dwarves!"
"Don't think we're afraid of you! Hug the tree's pointed ears!"
Frodo looked at Sophie.
Sophie blinked, looking like she didn't understand what was going on.
"I thought it would be safe if I brought the Lord of the Rings here, but," Gandalf shook his head and took away the "blue gem" on the plate: "Now it seems that this difficult journey is just heading outside the door.
