Zelin thought for a while, and found a description that he thought was more appropriate.

Suddenly, a group of elf riders appeared on the long bridge in the distance. Xisally sat up, frowned, and then turned to look at Zelin who also looked at the long bridge.

"What's the matter?"

"Don't worry, it seems to be... it's Lothlorien's elves, maybe a messenger."

Chapter 2382 The Blind Man

After more than ten days of free time in Rivendell, Zelin finally decided what he would do.

Maybe the leisure time is good. Staying in a beautiful place, the elves are friendly and sometimes chat with friends. Bilbo took Zelin to the outskirts of Rivendell on more than one occasion and pointed to the nearby mountain roads and stairs. Tell Zelin how he and Thorin came here back then, and what happened here.

"At that time, Gandalf took us here. When I was still busy enjoying the beautiful scenery, this kind of beautiful scenery was not very good. As a result, Thorin and the others had taken up their weapons and looked like an enemy."

Bilbo smiled and slapped his thigh, and put the elf dagger beside him: "After we entered under the leadership of Gandalf, an elf named Lindel greeted us. As a result, Gandalf was still asking where Elrond was. When there was a place, King Elrond led his cavalry to kill the orcs and rushed in. At that time Thorin shouted and prepared to meet the enemy! While dragging me behind him, they leaned back to back like an iron barrel and pushed me Surrounded by them. Fortunately, Gandalf is there, otherwise Thorin might really have to stalemate with them all day and night!"

"Considering Thorin's temper at the time, it might not be possible to do so."

Zelin raised his head, the towering rock walls on both sides of the mountain road squeezed the sky, leaving only a gap in the sun above his head. He didn't know how such mountain roads were dug out, maybe it was magic.

"I have been seeing elf messengers in the past two days, do you know what's going on?"

"Messenger? I saw it too." Bilbo took out his pipe and tried several times without lighting the tobacco. Zelin made a come over to him, then snapped his fingers.

Smoke immediately emerged from the pipe.

"It's really convenient."

Bilbo laughed.

After taking a few breaths of smoke, Bilbo let out a long sigh: "I saw the messenger, every day, I don't know what can be urgent to such an extent. I am worried about Frodo now. Leave a mess to him. He is a good boy, but his fate is not so good for him. His parents died when he was young. Later he stayed in the brandy hall, and then moved to the bottom of the bag. I thought it was good for him, and it was better to leave the bottom of the bag to him than to my annoying relatives. Who knows, I threw him into another flame instead."

"With Gandalf's help, Frodo will have no problem."

Zelin pursed his lips: "I know one too. I thought I could let her be by my side and have a safe and stable living environment. Don't think about other distressing things. As a result, later... I was not there, and as a result, a group of enemies wanted to target one of my friends, so she stood up and helped me. Obviously I had been taking care of her, but turned around and turned into her to help me. After that, she got herself involved in another trouble. Fortunately, she finally resolved it safely."

"King Elrond said I'd better not leave Rivendell." Bilbo picked up the sword that had accompanied him for more than 50 years. Of course, the actual time may not be that long. He spent many times in the world of demon hunters. Here, maybe this is one of the reasons why he didn’t show his old attitude: “Otherwise, I would like to take this sword to visit Frodo, hope he won’t get into trouble. I really want to go back, oh yes Sometimes, sometimes there is a voice in my heart telling me that I should go back."

"Maybe I can go to the Shire."

Zelin suddenly said: "It just so happens. I'm also very curious about what Gandalf is doing. The elves here told me that Gandalf went to the Shire in June, and there was no news later. Maybe. He left some letter in the Shire, but it stands to reason that Frodo should have come to Rivendell in three months."

Bilbo wrote a letter, hoping that Zelin would give it to him if he saw Frodo.

After waiting for another day, without receiving any news, Zelin decided to go to see King Elrond. Unlike the world of the Demon Hunter, in his world, the travel time is very short due to the Yaluga River and the Ponta River, and the speed of message transmission is also very fast. In addition, many human settlements are located along the river. In the coastal areas, most of the land can be reached by boat, so even from Willen to Kermohan, it only takes five days. But here, the Anduin River and the Misty Mountains divide the world into two, while there are no rivers in other places, and you can only rely on walking and horse riding.

Zelin feels like a blind or deaf person here. He can neither hear any news nor see any danger, even if everyone knows that the danger is close at hand.

"You can't leave Rivendell, you carry the Lord of the Rings."

"Maybe I can leave this ring in Rivendell." He squeezed the silver ring in his hand: "When Frodo arrives with another ring, you can find a way to solve them together."

"No, preceptor, this is not a good idea."

King Elrond’s face has always been serious, and Zelin rarely saw him smile, no matter when he met anyone: "The eye of Sauron is watching Rivendell, and its army is gathering in the east, Raven Dell is just a gathering place, not the last fortress. We have to wait before Isengard sends back new news."

In the Second Age 3431, the Last Alliance army led by Gil-Gallard and Elendil assembled in the Rivendell Valley and marched on Mordor.

"How long to wait?"

Zelin asked, "Do you have news about Shire or Gandalf?"

"No, Gandalf went to find Saruman. The wizard may have a new decision."

"In other words, we don't know anything about the Shire so far?"

Elrond turned around and stopped after walking a few steps: "...Gandalf once said that he urged the Hobbit to go in June."

"But it's September now." Zelin said: "You forged the ring of strength. There must be a way to temporarily store him, right? Honestly, I don't want to carry him for too long. I have already carried this. A ring is more than a month, and it will be two months soon. I know where my limit is."

Last time he carried it for five months.

He was not sure whether the thought of leaving was due to the influence of the Lord of the Rings, or the anxiety and worries caused by the lack of information. But if he could, he didn't want to carry this ring, not even for a moment.

"I'm leaving, go to the Shire, ask for some news, and then come back."

Elrond looked at Zelin: "What do you need?"

"I want to leave on a horse."

Chapter 2383: The Long Road

September 20th, night--

The cold wind blew over the top of Isengard's tower, and the pitch-black spikes with sharp edges and corners protruding upward rushed into the sky, detaining Gandalf like a cage.

Standing on the edge of the tower, Gandalf looked at Isinger. Looking down from the high tower, there are only a few pieces of dark green lingering in the originally lush forest inside the wall, and countless dense black shadows are distributed below, digging the ground, throwing pits, and erecting scaffolding. There are more half-orcs distributed in the dug deep pit. Looking around, it looks like an ant nest that has been opened. The dark shadows inside are constantly gnawing the ground and forest, eradicating the lawn, and the bare gray is like a festering wound. Spread.

The wolf with a height of more than one meter wandered among the half-orcs, and the sound of the trees being pulled reverberated in the dark night sky, and the black smoke from the burning billowed up.

"Pull! Pull! Hurry up, trash, hurry up!"

The chain was tied to the crown of the tree, and seven or eight orcs pulled the chain together. The tree couldn't bear the strength and fell to the ground under the pull.

"These trees are very tough, Master." A half-orc smiled flatteringly at Saruman: "They have deep roots."

"All down." Saruman said blankly: "Burn them, build furnaces, forge armor, all the time!"

The rain could not dissipate the black smoke, Gandalf sat on the top of the tower, the rain soaked the gray robe, the wizard thought and thought. Only the screams of the orcs and the clinking of mining rocks remained below. The tree was uprooted, thrown into the excavated cave, and fell into flames. The fire of forging is burning, day and night. Every day, new orc soldiers gather at Isengard, and more and more orcs are working for Saruman, and the forged weapons and armor are piled up like a mountain, waiting to be distributed.

Outsiders know nothing about it.

Suddenly, Gandalf raised his eyes, and a white moth flapped its wings and flew into Isinger's spire. The gray-robed wizard stretched out his hand, and the moth fell on the rough palm of his hand. The wizard stared at it, as if observing this creature from the outside world, and as if talking with it. After a few seconds, the moth flapped its wings again and disappeared into the dark sky.

Along the avenue west of Rivendell, you can go directly to the Shire. This long road named East-West Avenue, as its name suggests, passes through the wilderness in the west and connects the misty mountains with the western settlements. Along this road, you can directly reach the Hobbit's Shire, the blue mountains where the dwarves live, and Grey Harbor.

"How are you feeling, are you still used to it?"

Facing the setting sun, Zelin pulled on the reins, and the horse ran forward a few steps before stopping. He regained his senses and looked at the mount following him: "If it's uncomfortable, we can slow down."

Frid was sitting on the horse, even if it was hidden by the robe, Zelin could see that the nun's whole body seemed to be tight together, like a ragged person in the ice and snow, her legs curled up tightly. Clamp the horse back.

"I told you that you should change into tight-fitting riding clothes." Zelin said: "I have never seen it before, wearing a long robe that can hang down to the ground to ride a horse."

A few days ago, he and Frid left Rivendell on horseback. He waited in the valley for a few days, but Ganya and Virginia still did not arrive, so considering this matter, Xisari asked to stay here, waiting for others to follow, and told them that the demon hunter The whereabouts of the hunter. When Zelin left, Frid followed. So the demon hunter gave her the ghost horse. After all, it is impossible to keep up with a horse just by relying on a pair of legs. This is not a question of fatigue, but of speed. Although Zelin sometimes didn't understand why he was in ashes, he could still feel the fatigue and strength fade.

"I'm fine."