"Mr. Ain, how did you feel when you became a dragon? Can you see a hobbit in the sky? ”

"Invisible, smaller than an ant."

"Will you breathe fire? The kind that burns down the Fagon Forest in one bite? ”

"Yes."

"Do you have wings on your hands? Like in the ballad? ”

"Yes."

"What's that like? It's so weird that if I have wings on my hands, it's inconvenient to smoke. ”

……

Sam was in a much better mood than Frodo, without the Lord of the Rings, and his adventure was like a tour, so he asked questions curiously.

Mo Tie was not impatient and patiently answered his question.

The scenery from Rivendell was not bad, and Sam was in good spirits, and when he reached the swamps and meadows, he lamented that the long journey had been featureless.

"Oh, Mr. Ain, you don't even smoke a pipe? The best long-bottomed tobacco in Middle-earth is in the Shire, and when I get back, I'll bring you a whole barrel. ”

"Hehe, okay."

With laughter and laughter, they walked out of the misty mountains and towards the east.

On the snowy mountain, Sam complained, "Mr. Ain, can't you melt the damn snow?" ”

Frodo had heard Bilbo's adventures and knew more common sense, and he reluctantly said, "Sam, the snow can't melt, and there is more snow on the top of the mountain, and they will rush down in one go." ”

"That's right, The Hobbit. This is not the Shire that is like spring all year round. ”

Mo Tie tightened his cloak, took Sam's luggage into his hands, and took the lead in opening the way.

Graton Plains, overgrown with dead grass and seemingly dead and silent, the further south you go, the more sunlight becomes, and this desert environment is the most boring.

Even Sam was so thirsty that he couldn't speak.

When he rested at night, Frodo was in a state that was not right, and his chest ached.

"East of the Misty Mountains is Sauron's territory, and it's dark here, and Frodo's wounds will be very painful." Mo Tie explained.

Sam anxiously asked, "Mr. Ain, is there anything you can do?" ”

"No, Lord Elon has used all the methods. Rest assured, it won't be fatal, and you'll be fine when you get back to the Shire. ”

Frodo lay wearily on his side, close to the campfire, and put his hand on the Ring on his chest. Pain consumed his will. He asked, "Mr. Ain, how long are we going to go?" ”

Mo Tie looked up at the silent night and the plain, and said, "It won't be too far, through the wasteland, we can go down the Anduin River and resupply in the Lorian Forest." ”

"Rorian Forest? Is there an elf queen there? Frodo asked.

"Yes, Queen Galadriel is there, beautiful and powerful."

"Does she know you? Mr. Ain. Sam wondered, "I'm just trying to make sure we can get supplies." ”

"Don't worry, she's an old friend of mine." Mo Tie said with a smile.

On the Anduin River, Frodo tells Sam the story of Bilbo's time, which took place in the upper reaches of the great river, Long Lake.

"The river is so wide, and the long lake must be as vast as the sea." Sam said enviously, but he wasn't Tuck or Baggins in his bones, "Of course, I'm not envious of your cousin's adventurous life, no matter what, the hobbit should be honest in the Shire." ”

"No, Sam." Frodo couldn't help but smile, "The width of the river has nothing to do with the size of its source, and the long lake is not big. ”

Sam was stunned for a moment and said, "Oh, okay, but there are dragons fighting in Long Lake, so it's definitely not small." ”

The sun shone on the river, sparkling and frodo and Sam were soon rocked to sleep by the boat.

"Whoosh!"

There was a pitch-black arrow flying from the river bank, Mo Tie lifted the wooden pulp, blocked it, he turned his head to see, there were half-orcs on the bank pulling their bows and shooting arrows in the distance.

Using a few shields to block the two sleeping companions, Mo Tie stood up.

"It's been a long time since I've opened a bow, let's see if my technique has regressed."

The most things around him are arrows, and he carries several full quivers each time, and as for the strong bow, a "dust" is enough.

It is not easy for the orcs to shoot the black arrow into the small boat floating in the center of the river, and many thin half-orcs lack strength and range, so they can only waste the arrow in the water.

Mo Tie's arrows were powerful, nailing one orc after another to the riverbank.

Drifting all the way, their boat slowly rowed through the corpses displayed by the orcs.

In the middle of the night, Frodo and Sam woke up.

"Sorry, Mr. Ain, for a hard afternoon. We didn't expect to be so tired that we fell asleep. Frodo said apologetically.

Mo Tie smiled slightly: "It's okay, the journey is always harder than you think." ”

"Where have we been?" Sam asked confusedly.

"Rorian."

The hobbit may have some innate poetry, otherwise it would not have been the emergence of two generations of adventure novelists, Bilbo and Frodo.

When Frodo and Sam meet Queen Galadriel, they make up two small poems to express their amazement, which makes the queen laugh.

"Starlight blooms in the air, dragging its long, blue-green tail;

The flowers of a tree are pouring like rain, brilliant and dazzling;

But there is beauty far more amazing than this, beyond words, only love. ”

The surrounding elves all laughed secretly.

"Did I say something wrong? Frodo. Sam asked blankly.

"No, you're saying it well." Mo Tie encouraged him.

The elves of Lorian are not the same as other places, they live in trees. The thousand-year-old tree is tall and majestic, and a spiral crystal staircase leads to the top.

Such trees were everywhere, and the elves stood at the door of the treehouse, looking at the combination of Mo Tie and the two hobbits.

"Ain, we're meeting again." Galadriel greeted warmly.

Mo Tie returned the favor.

It's one of the most comfortable breaks from a boring trip.

Before leaving, Galadriel gave Frodo a bottle of Starlight, the Light of Elendil; Give Sam an elven rope made of Heath blue and a Dagger from the Noldor Elves.

"Ain, my gift to you is the Bow of Galatum, and only it is worthy of your archery. It's the best bow for elves, and even if you don't need it anymore one day, you know who to give it to. ”

Mo Tie took the short bow covered with silver patterns and thanked him with perfect etiquette.

Leaving Rorian, Frodo and Sam help paddle together.

"Mr. Ain, can you tell me how to fight? I love this dagger, but I don't know how to use it. ”

"No problem, I'm more skilled at using weapons than anyone in Middle-earth."

In the next kung fu, the three of them had been drifting in the river, and only Mo Tie dared to move forward with such a swagger, not caring at all about the half-orcs chasing on the shore.

Frodo and Sam also saw the thrill of archery shooting, and the small sense of accomplishment that made them happy when they saw a black arrow flying towards them in the distance, and turned their heads to dodge it.

Finally, they arrived at Minas Tirith, earlier than everyone else.

Even Boromir, who returned to Gondor to organize the army, was much slower than them.

"Mr. Ain, aren't we going to see the Regent?" Sam said that it was a title he had heard from the women in the market.

"No," Mo Tie tidied up the quilt in the hotel room and let the two hobbits sleep peacefully.

"Before entering Minas Tirith, I cleared all my pursuers in order to erase our whereabouts. Now, the Orcs of Mordor are still looking for us in the Swamp of Death. So we should keep a low profile at this time. ”

"But I don't understand," Sam asked curiously, "isn't the purpose of our division so that Sauron doesn't notice the movements of the Ring?" You're exposing your whereabouts along the way. ”

Mo Tie glanced at Sam and smiled, "Should I praise you for being good at thinking?" ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Ain. I'm just curious. Sam whispered.

"As long as the Lord of the Rings is approaching Mordor, it will never be able to stop Sauron from knowing the truth. I simply chose a relatively easy path to keep Sauron's attention on me, ignoring Gandalf and the others gathering forces in Middle-earth. ”

Mo Tie explained simply.

It's like luring monsters, Mo Tie took the Ring all the way down the river, and the orcs were chasing him, thus ignoring the actions of the others to reorganize their armies and forces. Unlike in the movie, before the final battle began, the camp of good and orderly was attacked by several waves of orcs.

Now, they are hiding in Minas Tirith, both to wait for Gandalf and the others to assemble, and to force the regent of Gondor to decide to go to war with Sauron once their whereabouts are revealed.

After all, Mo Tie didn't have full confidence in Boromir to convince his father to destroy the Ring.

A month had passed, and Sam had become acquainted with the vendors around the hotel, discussing the reasonableness of the Regent's crop subsidy rate.

Until one day, the gates of the White Tower were wide open, and Gandalf and the others walked in with their heads held high.

Sam sees Gandalf in the gray robe from the crowd while shopping for groceries, and hurries back to the hotel to tell Motie and Frodo the news.

Gandalf went to Rohan, healed the king, and persuaded him to come to Gondor with Rohan's 100,000 cavalry.

Legolas returned to the Woodland Kingdom, and the lord Thranduil remembered Mo Tie and the dragon, so he lent him 20,000 elves.

Jin Li did not find the dwarves of Moria, and only brought back a thick history book that had not yet been written, and he could still make out the last crooked handwriting.

Behind him, though, is a sturdy Ranger leader who wears the badge of the Four-Shield Consortium.

Isolda is old, but the business empire she has built is discerning, and they want to invest in the wasteland of Mordor after the war if humanity triumphs over the darkness.

Aragorn was most astonishing of all, leading an army of the undead, the people of the mountains who had been cursed by his ancestors.

When Mo Tie heard them tell about their experiences, he pursed his lips, hehe, script.