Early the next morning, the sun rose from the east. The sunlight passed over the high misty mountains and illuminated Eriador.
A few sparrows were chirping on the treetops, celebrating that today was a sunny day.
Halbarad, who had been awake all night, stretched himself out and prepared to return to his tent to take a nap.
It is usually safer at this time, because those robbers who want to take advantage of others will not get up so early at all. They will either cause trouble in the middle of the night or in the afternoon.
However, today was an exception. A large group of bandits suddenly appeared on the trail in the distance and kept approaching the village. Halbarad's eyes were filled with anger in an instant.
If too many tribesmen hadn’t gone to Annuminas, I would have led others to kill those scumbags who couldn’t stand up!!
Now he is being pestered by the other party again and again. This time he must let the other party see how powerful the Dúnedain people are.
The angry young ranger quickly tightened his grip on the longbow and blew a loud whistle to remind his companions.
The enemy is approaching!!
But soon, the expression on Halbarad's face turned to confusion, because the gangsters were in a very strange state at this time.
The first person's hands were tightly tied with a piece of hemp rope, with a piece of parchment sandwiched between them.
The rope also extended all the way back, tying up a blindfolded prisoner every half a meter, and the bandit gang of dozens of people spread for a distance of 20 to 30 meters.
Everyone walked forward cautiously under the leadership of the leader, fearing that they would go in the wrong direction, accidentally bump into something, and fall to the side of the road.
In fact, they had fallen down four or five times that night, and each time it took a lot of time to help the fallen person up.
This journey usually didn't take an hour. They set out at midnight and walked nonstop for three or four hours before finally arriving at their destination at dawn.
The leader of the bandits had tears in his eyes.
In all my years of living, I have never seen such a bully. Even if he wanted to kill or behead someone, he actually let them tie him up and drive him blindfolded at night. Moreover, he had to arrive before dawn.
Otherwise no one can live.
Moreover, I have suffered countless hardships along the way, and in the end, I have to send myself here to do hard labor! This is not to mention how frustrating it is.
Is this something humans do?
No matter how angry and aggrieved he was in his heart, the bandit leader still had a mean smile on his face, and he said condescendingly to the young ranger holding the sword: "My lord, my lord, it was all a misunderstanding before.
, I have a letter here, another adult asked me to send it to you, you can read it, you will know after you read it."
At this time, Halbarad's head was filled with questions. Basically all the faces of the bandits he remembered were here, and he didn't know who made these guys look like this.
Full of questions, Halbarad snatched the parchment from the robber's hand and read it intently in the sun.
It is written in common language and the handwriting is quite neat.
To young Hal Barad:
Thank you for your hospitality last night, young man. These robbers are my return gift. Rather than killing them, I think it is more appropriate to leave these insignificant lives to help you build your home.
In addition, please help me send a message to Aragorn. I am very happy that he listened to my advice and began to work hard to restore the country. However, the darkness is still strong and danger is everywhere. You should not act too hastily and be cautious.
Dealing with every decision is what a qualified leader should do.
If you are in danger, you can go to Fislet and ask my wife for help. I think she will be happy to do so.
I wish you perseverance and courage in the days to come!
Alan Sharian
Halbarad, holding the letter in his hand, already had some guesses in his mind, but he still couldn't believe it was true.
He had received an excellent education since he was a child, and he had some knowledge of the previous kings of the Arno royal family, but he had never seen such a unique ruler like the one in front of him.
Who would have thought that a joke made last night would actually come true.
"Let's go, scum, today is your lucky day. We have too much work to do. If we can't finish it, we will only have one dinner for you today."
Halbarad carefully put the letter away close to his body, then grabbed the thick rope in front of him, and walked towards the village with the desperate bandits in a happy mood.
Finally, I can live in peace for a while.
At this time, Allen, who was gliding in the air, had already flown through the Troll Forest, leaving the last bridge behind and heading towards Bree. He should arrive at the Prancing Pony Inn in the afternoon.
Last night, he only rested for less than two hours, so he set out in the dead of night, and quickly used his ability to find the bandits entrenched nearby.
To deal with these bullies, Allen didn't need to teach them a lesson at all. He simply showed the scene of wind and fire combined, which frightened everyone to the point where they didn't dare to move, let alone resist.
A huge tornado wrapped in flames directly destroyed the stronghold where the bandits lived, and then the next thing happened naturally. Allen didn't even stay to supervise them.
There is an uninhabited wilderness nearby, and there are many hungry beasts entrenched in the forest. Moreover, it is still autumn, which is the time when the animals are fattening up and preparing for the winter.
However, under normal circumstances, these beasts will not approach places frequented by humans, because most of the time, humans with weapons in their hands are far scarier than wild beasts.
It was obvious that the bandits also understood this truth and obediently followed the road to report to Halbarad instead of taking risks in the forest to escape.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In fact, Allen does not care about the lives of these robbers, his kindness will only be reserved for those who love life, if these scum are unlucky and die
They're already dead, and it's not worth wasting your time looking after them.
He needed to rush on his way and try to get to Hobbiton before night. After all, he still had plenty of time and there was no need to stop in Bree to rest.
In addition, according to Allen's orders, Hermione and the Twilight Knights should stay temporarily at the Green Dragon Tavern in Hobbiton, waiting for Allen to join them.
This time he was going to sea, and Allen had no intention of wandering alone on the sea. It would be too dangerous and too tortured. Even if he went to participate in the Lonely Mountain Expedition, he was with Gandalf.
The sun keeps moving as time goes by, gradually sliding from the east side of the misty mountains to the boundless sea. The afterglow of the sunset fully displays its beauty at this moment, dyeing the white clouds into brilliant flowing clouds.
At this moment, Alan finally arrived in the Shire. After landing in a deserted field, he dragged his extremely tired body and walked step by step towards the quiet and peaceful Hobbiton.
Long-term flying is still a big burden for Allen now.
When gliding, you need to concentrate on observing the direction of the wind and maintain your body shape at all times. This is not an easy task.
Even the big eagles in the Misty Mountains can't fly for a whole day, let alone Allen, a human, who is still a novice who has just flown for a few days.
In the Hobbit world, a sudden appearance of a large human will quickly attract many eyes, and whispers are inevitable.
When they saw that the direction of the visitor was Baggins' Bag End, these little people quickly looked relieved and were no longer surprised. It was more important to go home to eat and collect clothes.
It's so common, so common. Every once in a while, strangers come to visit Grandpa Baggins, and everyone is not surprised.
The sky was getting darker little by little, and the lights were on in the windows of Bag End. Alan looked at the marks that still existed on the wooden door, smiled softly, and rang the doorbell quietly with "Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding".
"Wow! Look who is here!! My dear friend, please come in, please come in quickly!!"
Bilbo opened the door and recognized who it was as soon as he looked up. Even after more than ten years, Alan's appearance has not changed at all, it is exactly the same as when he first came to Bag End.
Well, this time he may be a little more embarrassed than before. His clothes are almost all wrinkled, covered with dust and mud spots, and there are also a few yellow leaves stuck to them.
"Good evening, Master Bilbo." Allen smiled briskly and walked in.
"What would you like to drink? Tea? Mead? Or something strong. I have several bottles of good wine from the Gamgee family. It's a strong liquor that has been aged for many years. I think it's time to open a bottle.
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Under Bilbo's warm reception, Bag End instantly became lively. Ellen carefully avoided the chandeliers and beams on the roof and followed the host to the dining room.
"You came just in time. I just bought some very good ham. It has a mellow taste and moderate saltiness. It is very delicious when paired with bread and cheese. You will definitely like it. You should have some pickles, oh, oh,
I also have a fish, should I fry it or bake it? Forget it, let’s stew it. My mother often says that a bowl of stew is the most appropriate gift for guests coming from afar.”
"Bilbo, Bilbo, just keep it simple and don't bother yourself too much."
Allen looked around, looking at the books piled up everywhere in the room, and picked up one at random. It was actually a love story about elves. Its name was written in elven script on the cover.
song of".
"No, no, no, it will be fine soon. No matter what, you should trust the cooking skills of a hobbit. How about some sausages? I know you have a big belly. Where is the dessert in the hotel? Is it apple pie or sponge cake?
What?? There’s some really nice blueberry sauce here too!!”
The cheerful voices of hobbits came from the kitchen, and Master Bilbo Baggins was very happy at the arrival of his friends.
"Of course I trust your cooking skills, Bilbo, you can make the arrangements. You know, I'm not very picky about food." Alan no longer refused his friend's kindness, and he really needed a sumptuous dinner.
As the old saying goes, if you have a hobbit friend, don't be polite to them when it comes to food, and accept the enthusiasm from a gourmet.
Soon, a sumptuous dinner was put on the table, and the glasses were filled with amber liquor, drank up, and then refilled again.
"How long has it been since we last met, Alan? Three years, four years. I remember the last time a large number of people gathered at my house. Time really flies by."
After drinking two glasses of wine, Bilbo started talking again.
"It was lively in the first time, maybe two months ago. It was my birthday. Legolas came, Gandalf was there, and the kid who was often with them, he called himself Thorongil.
, but I know that his name is Estel, you called him by his name last time, I still remember it, I am not confused, but Legolas called him Aragorn, which is really strange."
Alan quietly listened to Bilbo's chatter and enjoyed the delicious food. He was indeed very busy and often could not take care of his family and friends. If nothing else, he did not go back to Andrea for her birthday this year.
So much so that his daughter wrote a letter in crooked handwriting expressing her dissatisfaction with her father.
"Is Legolas still in Eriador?" Alan asked curiously.
How many years has it been since the prince of the woodland elves came out? Has he not been home for so long? Allen had to worry about Thranduil, he was an empty nester.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Yes, he said he was helping a group of respectable people rebuild their homes. The dwarves from the Blue Mountains would come down occasionally. I also helped them once.
, the nest of a black magician was eradicated. It was so dangerous that time. There were terrifying black shadows everywhere, but the excellent snitch relied on his dexterous steps to slip under the enemy's nose and destroy his magic.
, and then, then the battle is won.”
As he spoke, Bilbo drank another drink, but slowly touched his pocket with his left hand. Of course Alan knew what was there, but he did not mention it, but praised his friend's victory with a smile.
At this time, Bilbo had been carrying the Supreme Ring for more than ten years. Although the impact would not be as severe as Gollum's, there would definitely be some. If something went wrong, Alan did not have Gandalf's inspiring ability.
"By the way, you're just talking about my business. Allen, you look like you're tired of traveling, aren't you just here to see me? Do you need help?"
Faced with Bilbo's curiosity, Allen told about his plan to go to sea while eating dessert.
According to Alan's understanding, most hobbits don't like to take boats, except those who live in Brandy Hall.
But Bilbo Baggins, who has been living in the Shire, has shown great interest in going to sea. I don't know if he is drunk, or if the bloodline from the Took family is burning again.
In short, Allen failed to refuse his friend's request, and finally agreed to take a hobbit to Gray Port. As for whether Bilbo would go to sea by then, that was another matter.