Chapter 23: Blessings

The elves had not brought much the next morning, but a little cake that was very tasty and very hungry was set aside wrapped in leaves—it was so delicious because the golden bolt, who was disgusted with dry food, had swallowed all his day's worth of dry food after a little taste.

Then some elven garments, some hooded cloaks like the mist of the night, were packed in baskets and brought to the people. Each one is marked with its owner, for it is said to have been made by the Elven Queen herself.

"They are very good clothes, and the handiwork is quite good, and they are all made in this land. If your question is my guess, then the answer is yes, these are indeed the garments worn by the elves: leaves and branches, flowing water and rocks, which possess the color of all things in the land of Lorian in the night, and which we love. As we weave, we weave into our longing and longing for the land, but they are still just clothing, not armor, and cannot stop arrows or swords. But they should be quite practical for you, they are light to wear, warm or cool when necessary, and they are great for hiding from unkind eyes, whether you are walking on the rocks or in the forest. You are very much favored by the Empress, for she herself and her maids have sewn it with stitches, and no outsider has ever worn our garments before. ”

"Hey, wait, why are there only eight people here?" called Pitzin suddenly, waving his hand, drawing the attention of the others who were basked in the beauty of this garment, "You see, this one is golden, this one is Legolas's, this is Aragon's...... This one is mine, so, where is Zhao Mian's?"

"I don't need that kind of thing, Pipin. Zhao Mian put the dry food in his hand into his space bag, and then began to put other things into categories, "I have lived in the wilderness and other environments for longer than you have lived in this world. The queen sees much more in me than you see. ”

"Ah, are you Mr. Zhao Mian?" the elf asked, he looked at Zhao Mian curiously, then nodded at her, and said, "The emperor and empress are waiting for you. ”

"Really?" Zhao Mian pondered for a moment, then raised his head to look at the other party and said, "Then, take me over." ”

The road was not short – Zhao Mian walked for about two hours to reach his destination. Celepon and Lady Galadriel stood side by side on a boat that looked like swans—the water made many splashes near its curved chest, its beak glittered with golden light, its eyes as black as lumps of coal set in yellow gems, its huge white wings spread out—the two kings of the elven clan turned their heads in unison, as if they knew Zhao Mian's arrival.

"I've heard you've got something to do with me—hopefully it's not bad news. Zhao Mian looked at the two elves in front of him in silence, and after a short period of time, he said, "So, what is the matter, please tell me." ”

"We don't know where you're from, but you're like a stranger to the land. The Empress looked at Zhao Mian for a moment, then spoke, "You are like Mithlanda, and we didn't realize your presence until you and the dragon suddenly appeared in the sky above Calasgalaton......

“…… But you are not a threat, we cannot see your past, but we do see hope. Selepeng took the words, and he looked at Zhao Mian solemnly, like ice condensing on his face, "I know that our next offer may be a bit excessive—but it may be a necessary thing, Galadriel does not approve of me doing this, but I insist on it." ”

"What do you want me to do?" Zhao Mian frowned and thought for a moment, he asked, "Guarding Frodo all the way to Mount Doom? Isn't this kind of thing...... Wait, you want to ......" Zhao Mian's face was a little bad, he raised his head and looked at the emperor in front of him, "...... This is no joke, Your Majesty Celepeng. ”

"No one said it was a joke, Your Excellency Zhao Mian. King Celepeng said, staring at Zhao Mian tightly, "I hope you can take over this burden at that time—you who can compete with the Demon King must not be afraid of the power of that ring." You don't show any signs of temptation along the way, and that's enough—"

"No! I won't do that!" Zhao Mian shook his head, he looked up at the sky, the sun's rays shining on him from the treetops, as if turning into wings behind him, he turned his head to look at the emperor in front of him, "I won't do that! When the ring was handed to the hobbit named Frodo, the burden was given a name—and everyone trusted it, including Gandalf!" Zhao Mian took a deep breath, he grabbed the hilt of Grossag's sword in the space bag, and pulled it out vigorously - the holy flame shone on it, and the dark forest corridor became extremely bright at this moment, as if it illuminated the darkness of people's hearts, "We put this responsibility in the hands of that hobbit - he was so innocent and kind at that time, and even now, he still maintains the strength of that hobbit." But you gradually begin to distrust him - just as you do not believe that you can resist that temptation. Indeed, the power that corrupts our minds makes us afraid, and this fear becomes a gap in our hearts, making your mental defenses vulnerable. ”

"No, it's not ......"

"I believe in him, I believe in the hobbit who has held the ring tightly until now, and has not fallen into the darkness because of the temptations of darkness, I believe in the hobbit who rose to the meeting of Rivendell and took on the burden of never returning to his homeland, and I believe in the naïve and happy hobbit who has made a responsibility that has little to do with him become his own because of his own homeland and the homeland of others. Zhao Mian said, and he plunged his great sword into the ground - like inserting a piece of tofu, Grosag easily cut through the hard white stone on the ground, and a little light began to condense on the blade. Not only the blade, but also Zhao Mian's body began to glow, and this light gradually overshadowed the not dazzling sun in the sky, illuminating everything near it - Zhao Mian's voice came from it, "I hereby grant blessings, Holy Light, please answer my prayers, and send your light here! Please be hope when everything is plunged into darkness, when all people are in despair, when all living beings are about to be destroyed!"

Brilliance...... It was dim, but where Zhao Mian stood, an entire stone block on the ground turned into a huge forehead gem - this gem shimmered with holy light, and the gold revealed the brilliance of bright silver. It was embedded in the place, giving off a soft glow, and all the elves in the vicinity felt their spirits lifted, as if someone was cheering them on.

Zhao Mian pulled out the great sword, and at that gap, a flash of light disappeared, and a large sword with a gauntlet like two wings was imprinted on it, and an inexplicable power was spreading from it—Selepeng felt that the sky had never been so bright as it was today.

"I've fought against enemies that can corrupt the mind - I was just one of the few people in the crowd, and I know that this power is not terrible. Zhao Mian took the big sword back into his space bag with some gasp, he looked at the two emperors, "This blessing will be activated at the last moment, if you think he can't bear such a heavy burden - Selepeng, then you can watch this place! A weak hobbit will eventually destroy the invincible Demon Lord!"