Chapter 5: Rivendell
Rivendell
Walking through the lonely land of Ostergulus, the rest of the place is like its name, you walk in the wilderness, and it is rare to encounter even a sign of human activity except for you and your companions, and Zhao Mian even misses the days in Audem - because the sand pirates always come to your camp when you are not expecting. And here - to be honest, it's hard to find even a trace of a living creature.
It took three days for Zhao Mian to finally look forward to the return of the war horse - this time he had walked back to Oster with the three hobbits for the third time, and on the fourth day after the Freewalker left, he had finally crossed the Final Bridge - well, God knows why it was called that, Zhao Mian found the name on the sign erected at the head of the bridge.
After crossing the terminal bridge, it is not far from Rivendell, but it is also the most dangerous part of the road in fact - this place is called the Ogre Forest, just by listening to the name you can know the danger here, after all, there is no creature that is not dangerous to be called an ogre, right? He respects the shortest straight line between two points, because I don't know what's going on, this place actually looks like a labyrinth, Zhao Mian decided to open the way after going around to the starting point twice, China's great thinker, writer, philosopher Mr. Lu Xun didn't say: "There is no road in this world, there are more people walking, there is a road." ”
Rivendell is a very beautiful place, no matter how beautiful you imagine this place, but even more so for Sam and the other three - after all, after nine days of wilderness survival training, the moment you see a city, you will find it indescribably beautiful.
"How's Frodo?" The elves here are not like the elves of Azeroth, they are more like humans-although the ears are equally pointed and long, they are not so strange and curious about the arrival of Zhao Mian and the three hobbits, they are very calm, so calm that when Zhao Mian and the three hobbits finally find the Freewalker in a corridor under the shade of a tree, they are not surprised by the arrival of Zhao Mian and the others. It was strange, but it wasn't that unacceptable, so after Zhao Mian had set up the three hobbits with Freelander, they had to go to see how Frodo was doing, and although Freelander had repeatedly said that the other party hadn't woken up yet, he asked, "I know he shouldn't be awake yet, but what is going on with his body." ”
"Very well, after the treatment of King Elrond, he has begun to recover gradually. Leaning against the white wall of the building behind him, Freewalker said—after a few days of settling down, I have to say that his face looked much better than he had been in Buli, and he looked much more energetic, and apparently he had been finely dressed, and he looked very handsome," King Elon and Gandalf are interested in you, as they are not unsure that the wound will be healed, but you have been able to suppress the spread of the curse and heal the wound it caused, making it much easier to heal. ”
"yes, that's good. Zhao Mian nodded, he looked around, several dwarves had just come out of the back of the building on one side, and those elves didn't seem to be so surprised - this is not normal on this continent, Zhao Mian coincidentally found that the dwarves and elves here are not friendly, there seems to be a big difference between them, because Zhao Mian once watched the people of the two clans have an argument in the tavern of the bazaar, so he asked, " The atmosphere didn't seem right, the elves were too calm about outsiders, and there were even some dwarves - it was a spectacle that they didn't get into a fight or compare themselves to each other. ”
"It was an order from King Elrond. A voice answered Zhao Mian's question, Zhao Mian turned his head to look, an old man with white hair slowly walked out of the door where the hobbit walked in just now with a magic staff, Zhao Mian could clearly feel that the old man was not human - although it looked very similar, he looked at Zhao Mian and said, "The master here is preparing for a meeting, and the preparations have been started since you marched here." Ah, you must be the traveler that Aragorn mentioned, and I wonder if I will have the privilege of knowing your name—for it is easy to confuse people by always addressing them as friends or travelers, and people don't have such good memories when they get old. ”
"Of course, my name is Zhao Mian - the pronunciation of this name may be a bit too tongue-twisting for you, so you can call me Mian or Zhao. Zhao Mian looked at the old man in front of him and the cane in his hand, "Although this may be a bit presumptuous, I don't think you can say that you are old - your physical condition is even better than that of this Freelander next to you, the experience of wandering in the wilderness for a long time has made him a little lacking in nutrition, but you are healthy, and there is no problem with even saying that you are too healthy." ”
"Well, it seems that you were able to heal Frodo's wounds by accident. The old man said with a smile, he stood up from under the eaves, and then stretched his body slightly-Zhao Mian found that the old man was much taller than him, and just as he had judged at the beginning, the person standing in front of him was not a human being, but some kind of life that was close to a god. From the old man's waist, Zhao Mian saw that there was also a saber, this sword was initially covered by wide sleeves, but at the moment of greeting Zhao Mian, this sword made people feel sharp- Just like this old man, although his appearance is so unnoticeable, like those old and weak old men walking on the street, the great strength contained in his body, and the seemingly emaciated, but full of strength of the body, can burst out with dazzling brilliance the moment it is displayed. As if remembering something, he blinked his eyes and said to Zhao Mian - his beard shook slightly, "Oh, you see my memory, just let a stranger say his name without saying it himself - this is a very rude thing. He changed his staff to his left hand, stretched out his right hand, and said, "You can call me Gandalf - that's what the people of the Northland call me most, but there are also people who call me Incanos, and those from the South do, and if you like the pronunciation more, then call me by that name." ”
"As for me, though those who fear the wilderness call me the Freewalker, if you could call me Aragorn, I'd like it even more—after all, it's a better name than a nickname. As soon as the old man finished speaking, the Freewalker, now called Aragorn, said his name in the same way.