"Robbers! Brigand! Scum! Bastard! What the hell are you going to do? ”

On the two horses, two hobbits were placed horizontally, their hands tied behind their backs, and their feet were tied to death, and they were lying on their horses and scolding.

The hobbits are peaceful, hospitable, and undoubtedly much kinder than the other races in Middle-earth, so they don't have any tricks to swear, just a few words over and over again.

"Russell, isn't that ...... Not so good? ”

Aragorn glanced back, his mind a little broken, now he didn't have to worry about causing a misunderstanding, because no matter what he said, the four hobbits wouldn't believe a word.

"It's a little noisy!" Russell nodded, walked over to the horses, cut the blanket into rags, and stuffed a piece in the mouth.

Now, it's completely quiet!

Aragorn collapsed even more: "I don't mean this, Gandalf and I are friends, and I will be friends with them." We...... We should have taken the four of them to Rivendell in a gentle way, not like this, you know what I mean? ”

"Understood! But it's useless for me to understand, you have to tell them to see if they understand! ”

Who do you think is causing this?

Aragon "......"

"Aragorn, I understand what you say, but it doesn't matter. When we get to Rivendell, all misunderstandings will be solved, and we are still good friends. Russell clapped his hands and said it was nothing.

"......"

"It's nothing good, but the old man just wants to be refreshed when he does things, we are being hunted down, time is pressing, and we can't ink."

"Alas, I remember you weren't like that before!"

"No way, I've got amnesia!"

Russell knew that it would make more sense for Aragorn to gain trust first, but the Ringwraiths had been following the four hobbits and the hotel was a dangerous place, so there was no time to give them a relationship.

As Russell said, when it comes to Rivendell, all misunderstandings will be solved. In this case, what's the point of fighting with the ringing spirits, you can naturally avoid it.

"Russell, you have to be mentally prepared, we will be very dangerous along the way."

"It's okay! The weak can't beat me, don't be afraid, I can't beat the strong, it's useless to be afraid......"

What Russell said made a lot of sense, and Aragorn was speechless, feeling that something was wrong, but he didn't know how to refute it, and his eyebrows became even more melancholy.

……

A few people left the territory of Buri and walked through the alpine woods, and walked through a savannah.

It's still a long way from Rivendell, and it will take about ten days to get on the horse, let alone four hobbits. Moreover, without the cover of the forest, walking in the open prairie is extremely eye-catching, increasing the possibility of being chased by the Ring Spirit.

The four hobbits are named Frodo, Sam, Pippin, and Merry, and Frodo is the leader of the four, Sam is his family's gardener and friend from childhood to adulthood, and the other two are his distant cousins.

After a few days of getting along, the four Frodo were loosened, and they gradually became familiar with Russell and Aragorn, knowing that the other party had no intention of harming them.

The One Ring was close at hand, Russell and Aragorn had never been involved, and Aragorn told the story between him and Gandalf, which soon narrowed the distance and initially gained the trust of the four.

Passing through the plains, the terrain slowly rises, and the group comes to the rolling hills. In the distance, an abandoned tower looms over the outline of the hill, looking into the distance like a lookout, and in the sunlight, it shines like a crown.

"That's the top of the storm, which is also known as Amunsur!"

Aragorn had a complicated complexion, the man who built the tower was his ancestor Elendil, a name full of glory, but who came after him to disgrace this glory, and he had been running away from it, feeling unworthy of it.

Aragorn was so full of thoughts that he felt like he was being crushed by a boulder, gasping for breath in agony, wanting to vent but not knowing who to talk to.

"Russell, you know what, I ......"

In the middle of his sentence, he consciously closed his mouth, because Russell had gone away with Frodo.

……

As the night grew thicker, clouds covered the sky, the wind was slightly damp, and it was likely to rain, so Aragon and Russell discussed it and decided to climb the tower for the night.

"Russell, we have two shifts of vigil, and you are responsible for the second half of the night."

Aragorn said depressedly, and finally mustered up the courage to find someone to talk about the pressure, but the feelings brewed, and the person who confided in him ran away, almost suffocating his blood.

The deep darkness shrouded the earth, and the distant woods moved with the wind, accompanied by the movement of the squirrel, like a ghost sneering, and people trembled to see.

"Russell, tell us a story!" The four hobbits have hairy hearts and no sleepiness.

Compared with the serious Aragon, Russell is more popular with the four, and the short stories he tells are profound and connotative, which makes people want to listen to them.

"I also have to work the night shift, so I can only tell one story and go to bed after listening to it."

"Alright then, one is fine, it's better than nothing."

Aragon was about to leave, and when he saw that Russell was about to tell a story, he subconsciously put away his steps and pricked up his ears to listen.

Russell cleared his throat, telling stories he did best: "In the darkness of Rivendell, there was a young man named Aragorn who was sleeping soundly in the grass, and in order to immerse himself in nature, he had shed the noise of red dust......"

"What does it mean to be noisy in the red dust?" It's a bit esoteric, and the four of Frodo don't understand it very well.

"It's clothes!"

Aragon: "......"

Suddenly becoming the protagonist of the story, and without clothes, he knew that there must be no good words to say next, but he still held back and didn't interrupt, wanting to continue listening.

At this moment, a mushroom-picking elf passed by, counting as he picked it. 1，2，3，4，4，4，4，4……”

After the elf left, another one came, again picking and counting. 1，2，3，4，4，4… 5，6，7，8……”

The four of Frodo looked confused, Aragorn really couldn't bear it, but he couldn't say that he understood, and coughed lightly: "Russell, I want to remind you, the elves know magic, maybe they are listening to your story." ”

"Wouldn't it, elves be so boring?" Russell was surprised, then shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Elves are long-lived races, I haven't seen any winds and waves, it's just a little bedtime story, I shouldn't be at ease." ”

"It's not necessarily ......"

Aragorn said secretly, Elves are cautious, ever since I fell in love with Arwin, her father Elrond began to look at me coldly, looked at me unpleasantly, and finally kicked me out of Rivendell.

At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded, and in the darkness of the night, the dull roar came closer and closer.

With the murmur of death, five black shadows appeared, moving at high speed on the gray hilly slopes. They were covered in black robes, riding demonic horses, and in the blink of an eye, they were below the top of the storm.

"The man who hunted us before!" Frodo exclaimed.

Aragorn lowered his head and met a pair of scarlet eyes: "It's the Ring Spirit, or they are catching up." ”

"What to do, are we going to escape?"

"They can't escape, they have blocked the way to retreat, and they can only fight." Aragorn shook his head.

"Go up there, it's going to thunder......" Russell looked up at the sky, the clouds were thick, and it wouldn't be a pity to leave them there.