End of the Sky

"Bandit! Bandit! Scum! Asshole! What are you doing?"

Immediately, the two horses laid two Hobbits side by side. Their hands were tied back, their feet were tied to death, and they screamed on their horses.

The Hobbit are indisputable, they like peace and hospitality. Compared with other races in Middle-earth, they are undoubtedly much kinder, so there is nothing fancy about scolding people.

"Russell, isn't it ... not so good?"

Aragorn glanced back, his mind was a little broken, and now he doesn't have to worry about causing misunderstanding, because no matter what he said, the four Hobbit would not believe a word.

"It's a bit noisy!" Russell nodded, walked over to the horse, cut the blanket into rags, and stuffed one in his mouth.

Now it's completely quiet!

Aragon even collapsed: "I'm not referring to this, I and Gandalf are friends, and they will also become friends. We ... we should take the four of them to Rivendell in a gentle way, not like this, do you understand me?"

"Understand! But I understand it's no use, you have to tell them to see if they don't understand!"

Who do you think caused this?

Aragon "..."

"Aragorn, I understand everything you said, but it doesn't matter. At Rivendell, all misunderstandings will be resolved, and everyone is still a good friend." Russell patted with both hands, saying that it was nothing.

"can……"

"It's nothing good, but the grandfathers have to do things happily. We are chased and killed, and time is tight, we can't get ink."

"Well, I remember you weren't like that before!"

"No way, I have amnesia!"

Russell knew that Aragorn's way of gaining trust first was more reasonable, but Ringing had been following the four Hobbits. The hotel was a dangerous place and had no time to contact them.

As Russell said, all misunderstandings will be resolved at Rivendell. In this case, what's the point of fighting your life with the Ringmen, naturally you can avoid it.

"Russell, you have to be mentally prepared, and we will be very dangerous along the way."

"It's okay! Weak can't beat me, don't be afraid, strong can't beat, it's useless to be afraid ..."

Russell was very reasonable. Aragon was speechless and felt that there was something wrong, but he didn't know how to refute.

...

Several people left Berry, walked through the alpine woods, and walked on a prairie.

There is still a long way to go before Rivendell. It will take ten days to get the horses up, let alone bring four Hobbits. Moreover, without the forest cover, walking in the open prairie is extremely eye-catching, increasing the possibility of being overtaken by the spirits.

The four Hobbit people are called Frodo, Sam, Pippin, and Meri. Four of them are led by Frodo. Sam is the gardener of his family and a friend from childhood to old age. The remaining two are him Distant nephew.

After getting along for a few days, the four Frodo were loosened the rope, and gradually became familiar with Russell and Aragon, knowing that the other party did not mean to hurt them.

The Lord of the Rings was near, and Russell and Aragorn had never been involved. In addition, the story between Aragorn and Gandalf soon got closer, and initially gained the trust of four people.

Crossing the plain, the terrain slowly rose, and a group of people came to the rolling hills. On the outline of the distant hill, an abandoned high tower can be seen faintly, watching the distance like an observatory, basking in the sun, as dazzling as a crown.

"That's Fengyunding, the famous Amon Sur!"

Aragon's face was complicated, and his tower builder was his ancestor Irundil, a name full of glory, but the latecomer shamed the glory, and he had been escaping, consciously not worthy of it. This glory.

Aragon had a lot of thoughts in his heart, as if held down by a boulder, and he was out of gas in pain, and wanted to vent without knowing who to talk to.

"Russell, do you know, I ..."

At the end of this, he closed his mouth consciously, because Russell took Frodo four away.

...

The night was getting darker, the clouds covered the sky, the wind was a little humid, and it was likely to rain. Aragon and Russell discussed and decided to board the tower for the night.

"Russell, we have a vigil on two shifts, and you are responsible for the middle of the night."

Aragon said depressed, finally found the courage to find someone to talk about the pressure, but the feelings were brewing, the talker ran away, and almost did not vomit blood.

The deep darkness shrouded the earth, and the distant woods moved with the wind, accompanied by the movement of the shiver, like a ghost sneer, and people trembled.

"Russell, let us hear a story!" The four Hobbits were drowsy and drowsy.

Compared to a serious Aragon, Russell is more popular with four people. He tells a small story with deep reasoning and connotation, which makes people want to stop.

"I still have to work the night shift, so I can only tell one story, and sleep after obedience."

"Well then, one can work, it's better than nothing."

Aragon was about to leave. When Russell was about to tell a story, he subconsciously closed his feet and raised his ears to hear.

Russell cleared his throat and told stories. He was best at telling stories: "In the dark and deep Ravendale, a young man named Aragorn was sleeping in the grass. In order to integrate himself into nature, he faded the red noise. ... "

"What does the red dust noise mean?" A little esoteric, the Frodo four did not understand.

"Just clothes!"

Aragon: "..."

Suddenly became the protagonist of the story, and he wasn't wearing any clothes. He knew that there would be no good words next time ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but he still couldn't stop and wanted to continue listening.

"At this moment, a little elf collecting mushrooms passed by and counted while picking. 1,2,3,4,4,4,4,4 ..."

"After the elf left, there was another one, which was also counting while picking. 1,2,3,4,4,4 ... 5,6,7,8 ..."

Four of Frodo's faces were aggressive, and Aragon was intolerable, but he couldn't say that he understood, and he coughed: "Russell, I want to remind you that the elves will be magic, maybe they are listening to you. story."

"No, isn't the elf so boring?" Russell was surprised, then shrugged, indifferently said: "The elf is a long-lived race. I haven't seen any strong winds and waves. It's just a little story before bedtime. It shouldn't be reassuring."

"It's not necessarily ..."

Aragon said secretly that the elves were careful. Since I fell in love with Arwin, her father Elrond has begun to look at me with cold eyes, all kinds of look at me unpleasantly, and finally drove me out of Rivendell.

At this moment, the hoof hoof sounded suddenly, and the dull roar came closer and closer in the dark.

With the mumble of death, five black shadows appeared, moving at high speed on the gray hilly slopes. They were all covered in black robes, riding on demon-like horses, and in the blink of an eye they came to the top of Fengyun.

"People who chased us before!" Frodo exclaimed.

Aragorn bowed his head and looked down, matching his scarlet eyes: "Is it the spirit, or is it caught up with them?"

"What should we do? Are we going to run away?"

"Can't escape, they sealed the retreat, only one battle." Aragon shook his head.

"Go up there, it's going to thunder ..." Russell looked up at the sky. The clouds were thick and it was a shame to leave it.