Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth

"Estel enjoys hearing your stories."

Elrond smoothed over the situation and said, "Ever since he heard your legend, he has always wanted to see you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed hearing my story."

Levi shook hands with Aragorn and said, "It seems that you are very interested in adventure."

"Yes!"

Aragorn gave a rather positive answer.

After finishing speaking, he asked: "Have you really fought with a dragon?"

"Of course, it's in Lonely Mountain, the territory of the dwarves."

Levi recalled: "The dragon was a talker. Once you stood in front of it, it would chatter to you non-stop, trying to disturb your mind."

"It will slowly extend the huge dragon head that can occupy your entire field of vision in front of you, stare at you with its golden vertical pupils, and then ask you questions."

As Li Wei told it, Aragorn used his imagination. At this moment, it was as if there was a huge dragon head in front of him, looking down at him.

"And once you answer its words, you will be viciously cursed, so never answer the dragon's words directly. Either keep silent about its questions, or deal with it to delay time."

"And, in addition, it will ask for your name. If you tell it your name, your soul will be taken away by it and your whole person will become its puppet."

Aragorn listened with considerable attention, evidently fascinated by the details of the story.

Li Wei's mind moved and he suddenly said:

"It asked me what my name was."

"Then did you tell it?"

Aragorn couldn't help but ask.

A big face leaned over and replied slowly and rather gloomily:

"yes!"

"ah!"

Aragorn exclaimed and stepped back.

puff.

The corners of Levi's mouth couldn't stop rising, revealing a wicked smile that seemed to have succeeded.

The corner of Falodan's mouth twitched.

Elrond covered his eyes helplessly.

Gilraen took two steps forward and stroked Aragorn's head.

At this time Aragorn also reacted.

The young man took a deep breath, curled his lips, and stood there with his fists clenched, obviously not very happy.

No one has ever scared him so much in his life.

However, after such a small episode, the gap between the legend and reality disappeared. At this moment, Aragorn suddenly realized that in front of him, in addition to the legend in the story, he was also a living person.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, I apologize to you."

Like a magic trick, a small red flower suddenly appeared in Levi's hand, and he handed the flower to Aragorn.

"Flowers that never fade, a specialty of Roadside Fort, I hope they can bring you good luck."

"Thanks."

Although he was a little angry, Aragorn still took the little red flower politely and thanked Li Wei.

After that, there was a small potted plant in his room.

Pat Aragorn on the shoulder and forget about it.

A private reception banquet was held soon, but this time he did not bother the elf chef of Rivendell. Levi chose to do it himself.

After years of accumulation, the variety of food in the synthesis table has become quite rich. All kinds of vegetarian, meat, grilled, boiled, snacks and salads are all at your fingertips.

In addition, Levi also took out more than a dozen barrels of home-brewed wine from his backpack.

On this day, even Elrond couldn't resist drinking a few more drinks.

"Fine wine."

The lord of Rivendell gave a rather brief but pertinent evaluation.

Aragorn held the juice in his hand, looked at the people on the table who were drinking happily, and thought about when he could try it.

It was rare to see his adoptive father, Elrond, look so happy.

That drink must be delicious, right?

But put the drinks aside for now, this dish is so delicious, the ones I ate in the past were just dry food...

Someone didn't know it yet, but the banquet he made at random had an immeasurable impact on the young people in the valley.

Perhaps one day in the future, the Dúnedain leader will think of today's scene while drinking some kind of carefully stewed broth.

No matter what the future holds, one more bite now is one more bite. Listening to the conversations of a few people, this scary lord of the roadside fort next door doesn't come often, and often the dragon disappears without a trace, and no one can be found at all.

In other words, there are very few opportunities to eat dishes cooked by him.

A small banquet where the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves quickly ended.

It was getting late now, and Aragorn was sent back to rest by his mother.

Levi found Elrond and took out a golden apple.

"I can see that he will be responsible for more than just the fate of the Dúnedain."

"When he leaves, I hope you can pass this apple to him on my behalf, which can save his life in times of danger."

Elrond took the apple solemnly, obviously feeling a little surprised and surprised.

I was surprised that Li Wei was actually willing to give away this kind of apple, and I was also surprised that he valued Aragorn.

“What the future will bring and where our destiny will lead, no one can predict these things.”

Elrond maintained his usual style and said: "But it is obvious that today, there is a kind of fate that favors our 'hope (Estel)'."

"I would like to express my gratitude to you on Estelle's behalf."

"And me."

A gentle voice came from the side.

Gilraine.

“On behalf of my children, I thank you for your gift.”

She bowed slightly to Levi.

It can be seen that this mother has a very gentle personality.

Of course, gentleness does not mean cowardice. Like Aragorn, she is also a Dunedain. If necessary, she can always pick up the sword and cut down ten times her number of orcs.

"I hope you don't mind my little prank."

Gilraen smiled and shook her head.

Finally, she said goodbye to Aggra.

The next day, two armored horses galloped out of the valley, and the wind whistled in my ears.

"This is the first time I ride such a fast horse!"

Farodan shouted in front, even at full speed, there was no sign of losing control.

Unlike a certain old man.

"Ha, then you have to be careful, an old man sprained his waist on this kind of horse."

"Then he must be in poor health, and, although I may be older than most humans, I am not an old man."

This full-speed gallop continued until the pass of the Misty Mountains.

In front of a blocked hallway, the two of them ate something casually, planned the route a little, and continued on their way.

In this relatively narrow and obstacle-filled terrain, the horse's speed slowed down a little.

It was also at this time that Farodan suddenly mentioned: "I haven't asked you about your purpose of going to the Far East."

"Purpose..."

"If I must say, it is that I hope the war there can stop, and those who long to return can return to the place they miss day and night, instead of getting lost somewhere."

"Home always has a fatal attraction for some people. This attraction is often far better than gold and anything else, and can even make people desperate."

"You are right."

Falodan sighed: "Indeed."

"Some people are still not satisfied with their homes, while others are working hard for their homes, even if it is just a dreamlike bubble, or a ruin that has been destroyed."

The figure of the old man in blue robe appeared in front of him.

'I may not be able to go back. '

"Are you going to help him go home?"

A strange word came out of Farodan's mouth.

The person behind him somehow understood.

"He will go back."

"Just like everyone else."

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