Sword and Magic and Taxi

Here comes Saruman! said Pippin cheerfully.

Zhao Mai nodded and said to the halfling: Thank you for telling me. He let Zeratul and Thrandis practice by themselves, then got up and walked toward the palace.

No, Saruman is in the direction of the gate at the entrance of the valley, and the Elf King Elrond is also over there.

I know, Pippin. It's Frodo I'm looking for. He's still resting in the palace. Is Sam over there too?

Oh, Frodo, he is there. What are you doing looking for him?

Someone has to protect his safety. By the way, do you believe me?

Merry rushed over and held Pippin's shoulders while he was breathing heavily, but this did not stop Pippin from talking. You are a very brave man, we believe in you. You saved Frodoye from the Ringwraiths! Of course, there is Aragorn, he is also a good person, but he made us very tired and unfed along the way. . Mr. Tverdo, how many meals do you think we should eat a day?

As long as it is grown by yourself or obtained through labor, you can eat it when you are hungry, no need to be limited to a few meals.

You really understand us halflings! Pippin's favorable impression of Zhao Mai suddenly rose to a new level.

When Saruman entered Rivendell, Frodo was on the balcony of the palace looking at the welcoming crowd below. After being stabbed by the Witch King, he felt that the world was different. Even though he was surrounded by flowers, running water, birdsong, and tree shade, he still couldn't relax and felt strangely alienated from his surroundings. No matter what you see with your eyes, smell with your nose or hear with your ears, it always seems to be separated by a hazy veil.

Master Frodo, are you not packing your things?

What are you packing for, Sam? Frodo turned his head and looked at chubby Sam stuffing things into the parcel. Some birch branches and leaves, a handful of acorns, a whole jar of soil here, and a small bag of various flower petals. His package is as round and cute as his body.

Of course it's to prepare for going home. Sam said: Master Gandalf asked us to come here, and here we are. Watching elves is fun, but it's not always good. I'm starting to miss the Shire. If I go back now , and it can be done before planting. I have always been envious of the big oak tree above Bag End (Frodo’s residence). This time I asked the elves to send me a lot of acorns, so that I can plant them when I go back.”

Yeah, big oak tree. Frodo nodded. The oak tree was planted by his uncle Bilbo Baggins to commemorate the friend he had met during his adventures - Thorin Oakenshield. Of course, there are dragons, the treasures of Lonely Mountain, and the incomparable brilliance of the Arken gems. Frodo also misses the Shire, but what can he bring back from this adventure? His chest started to hurt again where he was stabbed by the Witch King.

The story this time cannot be compared with Mr. Bilbo. There is no dragon, and there is no cave troll that can turn into stone, but a story with elves is a good story. If there is no terrible black knight (the Ringwraith), then it will be better But the most pity is that there are no fireworks from Gandalf. If he could cast fireworks in Rivendell, then the place would be even more beautiful!

Maybe one day your dream will come true. Zhao Mai appeared from behind them and walked over with the grain reserves and small flowers.

Mr. Tverdo, thank you for saving me. I have always wanted to find you to thank you, but the Elf King said that my body has not yet recovered and refused to let me leave the room. And I see from here that you have been busy teaching the elves , so I didn't bother you. Frodo wiped his hands on his body and bowed to Zhao Mai. Thanks.

You're welcome, I'm happy to help. Zhao Mai accepted his thanks with a smile, and then said: The situation is more complicated now, so I'll keep it short. Because Gandalf didn't show up, you may be in danger now. But please remember Well, for the sake of a friend of mine who has lost his memory, and also because of my natural duty, I will protect you. You have my guarantee.

After hearing these words, it was obvious that Frodo was very nervous. Danger? Where does the danger come from? We are in Rivendell. Isn't this the safest place on the continent?

Danger seeks danger, and you're wearing the very thing that attracts danger the most. I can feel it...I can see what you're carrying, and it's a heavy burden for you, but it's a shame that you're still Gotta keep wearing it.”

Can you see it? Frodo stretched out his hand to take out the Supreme Lord of the Rings, but Zhao Mai stretched out his hand to stop him: Keep it, hide it, don't give it to anyone. Someone is coming.

Zhao Mai turned around and blocked the door of the room with his body, while Saruman was walking towards this side accompanied by the Elf King Elrond. He was a hale and hearty old man, with gray hair and beard combed straight down to his chest. His eyes are deep and wise, and every expression, even the slight trembling of his wrinkles, seems to be full of profound meaning. In his hand was a black staff. The cold metal has four spikes protruding from the top, with milky white ivory crystal stones inlaid in the middle. The image was almost the same as his magical tower - Orthanc Tower.

His hearty laughter can be heard from a distance, and his voice has the power to listen and agree. But when he saw Zhao Mai, his laughter stopped abruptly. Which elf is this? Why are you blocking the way?

You can't pass through here. Zhao Mai looked directly at Saruman. Back off and get out. I won't let you pass.

How brave! Saruman slapped his staff on the ground, and then said: Lord Elrond, is this your elf guard? How brave? However, if he is executing the order and knows that I am Who, then I will reward him instead.

This... The Elf King blinked, and then said: This is the warrior who came to help us, blocking the Ringwraiths on the banks of the Xiangshui River, and even fighting against the Witch King Angmar, protecting our borders and security. He has some You can understand being nervous, right?

Fighting Angmar? Is this true? Saruman narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao Mai: A lucky elf - I must say this. The Witch King must be out of shape, otherwise it would be difficult for him to be so lively and vigorous .Although the evil force will eventually fail, we must not take it lightly, especially not to exaggerate the results and underestimate the enemy.

He took another step forward, but Zhao Mai did not waver at all and still stood at the door: I am blocking you here. I am not accepting orders from anyone, so you don't need to find anyone else, just come to me directly. Kurunil, I know him. You've been here for a long time, and you can't get in while I'm here. Leave now.

Saruman took another half step forward, his robes rustling on the ground. Frodo came behind Zhao Mai and looked out from the side. Saruman glanced at it, then smiled meaningfully. He seemed to give up the idea of ​​moving on, and said to the elf, Okay. Lord Elrond, can you tell me where my chamber is?

It's still the same room as last time. I still keep it.