Walking in the deserted wilderness, a thin morning mist shrouded the surrounding land, reflecting the dwarf figure of Charles like a lonely soul, wandering alone in the wilderness.

He wore a black hooded cloak, a white fitted robe, and gray trousers, which were handmade by the best Haradin tailors from expensive cloth (relatively speaking) and to Charr's height.

He carried a short bow made of yew wood with a cowhide handle wrapped around it, and a pot full of quivers.

At his waist he carried a sheathed weapon that was more like a short sword than a large dagger.

Two weapons, the cedar bow, were made by the Charr with the help of the Haradin bow masters.

The latter was exchanged for potions when the dwarves who had passed by the Haradin garrison visited them - the authentic dwarven dagger was a rarity among the Haradins.

In addition to these, he also carried a bulging package with a lot of dry food in it.

He also wore a wing-like straw trinket, a gift from his neighbor Hardo at his last parting, the last time Charles saw him alive.

This ornament is not a precious item, but a traditional Haradin craft.

In the past, the journey of the ancestors of the Haradin people across the mountains to the region of Beleriander was full of hardships and pains.

The steep, continuous mountains and the dangers that exist everywhere in the wilderness have caused heavy losses to the migrants. And the West, with its bright future, seems out of reach.

At that time, they looked up at the sky, and the soaring birds and eagles seemed free and unrestrained, making them want to grow the same wings to cross the difficult mountain road under their feet.

The wing-like ornament became a mascot worn by the Haradins on the road, and each Haradin would weave wings while resting on the road, while looking forward to the Western world of his dreams.

They eventually managed to reach the region of Beleriande in western Middle-earth, where they took root, but the tradition, or the little skill of making the wings, was not lost, but preserved.

It's not precious, but it's full of sincerity.

However, as fate would have it, by the time the charr actually began his journey, the existence of the ornament had already been dissipated by the flames of war.

On the third day of the battle, or rather the end of the war, the Charles quietly left the Haradin colony without saying goodbye to anyone.

At this time, the charr had a high prestige among the Haradins, and it could even be said that they were all in love.

In the small battle three days ago, about six hundred orcs had died, and the orcs shot and beaten to death by Charles alone accounted for at least half of that number.

This amount is destined to surprise all who know it, and it is also destined to provoke the applause and fame of Middle-earth.

But compared to the mysterious and unknown enemy, this small victory is obviously nothing.

……

On the afternoon of leaving the Haradin settlement, the Charles plunged headlong into the vast forest that grew east of the gathering area and surrounded the blue mountains.

The sun shone brightly through the shade of the trees overhead, and sometimes it swayed on Charles's jet-black sideburns peeking out from the sides of his hood.

The speed of the charr walking through the forest with a tree branch was unhurried, and the comfortable little buckskin boots and the light body of the elves made him walk with a sense of floating.

He had two goals of his own, but he didn't know where the green elves in the forest lived, nor did he know the exact location of the two dwarven cities in the mountains.

Even these are just heard of it, in fact, because he has never traveled far away, Charles actually doesn't know much about it.

However, this does not prevent the charr from starting his journey.

Although there is still a deep hatred in his heart, under normal circumstances, Charles is no longer affected by the past.

During his years of living in the Haradin, he was so fond of the unpolluted and beautiful environment of this continent that he even ran around the edge of the forest whenever he had free time.

This may be because the elven bloodline is naturally quite friendly to the natural environment, or it may be that he has gotten rid of the shadow that hangs over his heart, allowing him to release his original nature.

In short, although the journey is long and the goal is not clear, the journey is not boring.

As he went, the ancient trees with bent roots and the sloppy dead leaves of the ground crunched softly when stepped on.

The wild flowers and wild fruits that grow in various small corners from time to time, the crisp and melodious birdsong, and the shade of the trees like a net overhead, all make the Shire walking in the forest full of a unique sense of relaxation.

The dry food he carries with him is very sufficient, and he has lived in this world for a long time, so he knows very well what he can and cannot eat in the wild, so he does not worry about food at all.

During the day, he walks slowly, occasionally stopping by a unique plant or two or a small animal full of spirits.

At night, they will look for suitable trees nearby, climb up and lean on the trunk to take a nap, or go into a tree hole or a cave to get a good night's sleep.

Of course, some natural dwellings in the forest are generally impossible to vacant, and they all have their own owners.

But under the invisible shadows, the animals were driven out by the charr without much resistance—except for a shaggy grizzly bear

Because he missed the soft pillow, he did not chase it away one night after occupying the magpie's nest, but kept it so restrained, and used it as a pillow all night.

Although the shadow ability has been depleted, in fact, as long as it is not fully exerted, the two realms alone can still be maintained for the current Charles.

Also relying on this ability, he survived many dangers during this half-month-long journey.

But it's a pity that for such a long time, he didn't find those "kinds" living in the forest.

But I ran into a relatively rare creature-

A tree that moves.

From afar, the big poplar tree with a small red flower on its head walked slowly but surely through the dense forest, and the crunching sound of the trunk and branches colliding and the roots and legs rubbing against the earth made Charles experience the fun of this world again.

……

As the Charr wandered through the forests at the foot of the Blue Mountains, the Haradin garrison in the Shagerian region welcomed a herd of heavily armed elven armies riding bighorn deer.

Charles had sent people to the north to find elves for help, and the human boy named Hana had finally completed that task today.

It's just that when he arrived near the gathering place and saw the thriving reconstruction, he couldn't help but fall into a deep dazedness. Where is the enemy?

……

In fact, everyone, including the Charles, had forgotten that they had asked for help, so much so that when the elves arrived in a hurry, they saw something completely different from what they had imagined.

The first black-haired elf was annoyed by this, and subconsciously thought that the savage humans were playing tricks on him, and his anger subsided much when he saw a hill of half-orc corpses not far from the gathering place.

After learning more, he was a little incredulous, so he immediately asked the old man of the Haradin about the Charr.

At first, the main question was about the role and means he played in this battle.

Later, it was extended to the two potions made by the Charr in the past.

But in the end, the black-haired elf suddenly asks about Charles's origins and the adoption process.

After learning that Charles had been gone for half a month, the Noldor elf named Calanhill showed a hint of obvious disappointment.

However, he didn't show much emotion in front of the Haradin, and after asking the charr to leave the target to no avail, he turned around and ordered a team of elven scouts to look for clues in all directions.

Personally, after a moment of contemplation, he invited the Haradin to settle near the elven garrison north of Shagerian to avoid a possible recurrence of such an attack.

However, several leaders of the Haradin clan (most of whom had performed well in previous battles) felt that the Elven royal family of the Noldor tribe seemed arrogant and detached in his speech and demeanor, despite his good intentions, and they did not want to get involved in the real war in the north, so they politely rejected him.

The Noldor Elf named Calanhill didn't bother with this, and prepared to leave the place.

However, before leaving, he advised the Haradins not to stay here, because those orcs could attack once unexpectedly, and they would most likely attack a second, or even a third or fourth.

Until the source of the hole is found, this place is full of dangers.

Calanhill was not too persuasive, but his words had to provoke the Haradins to ponder.

After a few days of deliberation, all the Haradins packed their bags and began to move south of Shagerion, west of Beleriand.

Although the wheel of history has shifted and accelerated to a certain extent in the process of driving, it is still slowly turning in a certain direction.