The hoarse voice in his ears did not attract Frodo's attention. The cheers throughout the banquet were continuous, which also pushed the atmosphere to a climax.

Many hobbits enthusiastically raised their wine glasses, and laughed when they pushed the glasses and changed them.

"Woo woo"

Just as the banquet was in full swing, the moon in the sky had disappeared for some time, and with the disappearance of the moon, a strange whirlwind swept in.

This strange whirlwind came very suddenly, and before everyone could take precautions, it swept the scene, and the fallen leaves mixed with countless winds made people even more embarrassed.

When the gale came, Gandalf, who was the fastest responder, covered his face with his sleeve. But for some reason, listening to the wind whistling in his ears, Gandalf's heart suddenly welled up with bad thoughts.

Gandalf covered his face with his sleeve and looked at his old friend, Bilbo, who had been an adventurous all his life.

Bilbo may not be the greatest adventurer in the world, but his decades of adventure are the kings of adventure in the field, and even Gandalf can't compare to them.

In Gandalf's gaze, Bilbo's brows furrowed, and the sound of the wind swept up the fallen leaves and hit his face, but Bilbo raised his head as if unconsciously, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the courtyard.

"Old man, I think we're going to be in trouble!" Feeling Gandalf's gaze, Bilbo's voice came out of his mouth.

Gandalf nodded thoughtfully, and with a sharp grasp of a leaf tumbling in the wind, he grabbed it.

The leaves in my hands have withered and yellowed, as if autumn has arrived early. Gandalf grabbed it lightly in his hand, and the leaves suddenly split apart.

It's the end of June, and it's the time when the leaves are at their greenest. Looking at the yellowed leaves in his hand, Gandalf held a group of staffs in his hands, and he didn't think that the yellowing leaves were the result of the early arrival of autumn.

"Shh

"Pedal Pedal Pedal

The sound of horses' hooves resounded in my ears as the neighing sounded, and the strange gale subsided.

Many of the hobbits present sat back down at the table with the calm of the whirlwind, took a sip of beer in their glasses, and laughed again one by one.

"Break up, go home, go home! The banquet is over! Looking at the seemingly unaware crowd of guests, Bilbo let out a loud roar that drew the attention of many people.

"Don't do that, Bilbo, we haven't had enough of it!"

"yes, Bilbo. Are you scared silly by a gust of wind! ”

Many of the hobbits who knew Bilbo laughed, ignoring the serious faces of Bilbo and Gandalf, as well as the sound of horses' hooves, which became clearer.

"I said adjournment, that's the end of the day! If you don't want to die, leave quickly! ”

Bilbo let out a roar again, listening to the sound of horses' hooves becoming clearer and clearer, and the images of countless times facing hardship kept repeating in his mind, followed by a palpitation of heart when danger came.

Bilbo's hunch was correct, because while he was speaking, three night knights in black robes had slowly appeared in his sight.

Three Night Knights slashed across a hillside, all dressed in black robes and holding a gleaming silver sword in their hands.

With the appearance of the Three Horsemen, the surrounding leaves turned yellow visibly. A breath of death came to the face, and all the hobbits who were still shouting couldn't help but shudder, and silently put down the beer and barbecue in their hands.

"Shh

The horse galloped with a neigh, and the well-informed Gandalf grabbed the priest and protected Frodo behind him with Bilbo, shouting, "Run, this is the Knight of the Ring!" ”

Many of the hobbits present didn't know what the Ringing Knight was, but they could still understand the word run.

Looking at the three ringing knights who came on horseback, the hobbits who participated in the meeting scattered with the beer and barbecue in their hands, and did not forget to shout before leaving: "Don't worry, Bilbo. We'll go home and get our weapons, and we'll be back in a moment to save you!" ”

The hobbits scattered and fled, their little short legs spinning like wheels, and even the three Ringwraith Knights who charged towards them had no time to catch up, and could only watch them gradually run away.

"Ring, get the ring back!"

The three Ringwraiths instantly drew their swords, and when they heard that these Ringwraiths were here to get the rings, Frodo couldn't help but look down at the golden ring in his hand, and then was pushed aside by Bilbo.

"Frodo, hide, we'll stop them!" Bilbo picked up the stick that had fallen from the barrel and went up with Gandalf.

One of the Ringwraith knights charged forward, slashing at Gandalf at the front.

Gandalf raised his staff to block the sword that came from the horse's momentum, bent his right leg slightly, and drew his staff back as he blocked the sword, sweeping it over the horse's leg.

The galloping horse fell to the ground because it was hit in the leg of the horse, and Bilbo, who followed behind, saw the Ringwrath Knight being overturned to the ground, thinking that there was a advantage to take advantage of, and carried a wooden stick to meet him.

"Nope! Bilbo! ”

Gandalf's roar rang out in Bilbo's ears, and Bilbo turned his head slightly, only to see a tall horse rushing towards him, bringing with him a sword light that looked like the stars had fallen.

"Poof!"

The silver-white sword light flashed away, and Bilbo lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the sword marks on his chest with disbelief.

"Uncle Bilbo!" Frodo, who was hiding on the side, let out a heart-rending cry and ran forward quickly. His dearest uncle was seriously injured, and Frodo only felt that the sky was about to fall, and he could no longer hide aside.

"Damn it!" Gandalf scolded angrily, and the staff in his hand suddenly turned around, and in an instant, he knocked the Ringwrath Knight who turned around and rushed again.

"Hand over the ring!"

Two of the three ringlings were knocked off their horses, but the remaining one still looked calm, and the sword in his hand Yaoyao pointed at Gandalf.

"The head of the Nine Rings, Orgrimmar, the Lich King!" Looking at the last Ringling, Gandalf withdrew his staff and couldn't help but whisper.

"Hand over the ring, Gandalf the Grey Wizard!"

Orgrimmar tilted his head to look at Gandalf, not saying a single threatening word, but it made Gandalf feel like a great enemy.

Orgrimmar, the head of the Nine Rings, is different from the other Rings, Orgrimmar is stronger, second only to Sauron among Modo, and even Gandalf is not sure of victory.

"Dreaming!" Gandalf scolded under his breath after a long time, his eyes flashing with unflinching determination.

"Go get the ring, Gandalf and I'll deal with it!"

Orgrimmar commanded the other two rings, and the other ringspirits bowed their heads slightly when they heard Orgrimmar's words, appearing very obedient.

"Gandalf, Uncle Bilbo is dying!"

Just as the battle was about to break out, Frodo shouted at Gandalf with a crying voice, causing Gandalf to lose his mind slightly.

"Look for death!"

The moment Gandalf lost his mind, Orgrimmar charged, and in an instant, he crossed a distance of more than ten meters, and he thought of Gandalf cutting it down with a sword.

Gandalf hurriedly raised his staff to fend off, trying to repeat his old trick, and after blocking the attack, he swept Orgrimmar off his horse as well.

But Orgrimmar was not the Ringwraith, and although Gandalf's idea was good, the moment the staff made contact with the sword, Gandalf knew how wrong he was.

The moment the staff and the sword touched, a huge force came out of the sword. Gandalf clenched his staff desperately, but after a moment of stalemate, he was directly knocked away by the force brought out by the long sword.

Gandalf was knocked straight away, rolling on the ground several times in a row, and by the time he stopped, he was already at Bilbo's side.

Bilbo's face was pale, and blood was flowing unstoppably from the wound on his chest, and he was now snuggled into Frodo's arms.

"Frodo, I'm so old! If I had been twenty years younger, I would have been able to smash a stick on his head the moment the sword slashed down! Looking at Frodo, who couldn't stop crying, Bilbo had a smile on his face. It's like going to bed as usual, and he talks about his youthful adventures intermittently.

"Yes Uncle Bilbo, you are the best, you are the best adventurer among the hobbits!"

Frodo's tears kept dripping down Bilbo's face, this time the sword wound was too serious, even Frodo, who had never seen much of the world, knew that his uncle was already dying.

"Happy kid, I still want to tell you that you are Uncle Bilbo's most precious treasure. In the future, Uncle Bilbo is gone, so remember to protect yourself! Bilbo laughed and tried to raise his arm, trying to touch Frodo's head as he had done before, but he couldn't lift his arm in the end.

"Bilbo!"

"Uncle Bilbo!"

Frodo's cry shook the sky, and Gandalf waited for his big eyes.

"It's a touching scene, but it's a pity that you don't have time to mourn!"

Orgrimmar and the other two Ringwraiths stepped forward slowly, their swords chilling in the firelight.

"Don't make unnecessary sacrifices, I'll pester them, you run!"

Gandalf grabbed Frodo's arm and whispered in Frodo's ear before waving his staff to meet him again.

"No, I'm not leaving!"

Looking at Gandalf who rushed up, Frodo picked up the wooden stick that Bilbo had left aside, wanting to fight alongside Gandalf to avenge Bilbo.

Frodo was about to rush out when a pair of large hands grabbed his arms steadily.

Frodo turned his head in an instant, only to see his friend Tuke, shaking his head slightly at him.

"Tuke! Why are you here! Seeing his best friend, Frodo exclaimed.

"I'm here to save you, I don't want to see you die here!" Tukra ran out of Frodo's arm, and Frodo's attempts to break free were to no avail. Tuke's hand on his arm seemed to have ten thousand pounds, and Frodo could only watch Gandalf fall into the circle of the three rings, but he could do nothing but go away like a deserter under Tuke's pull.

Tuke pulled them farther and farther away, and by the time they stopped, they were in the middle of a forest.

Frodo looked at Tuke angrily, and Tuke looked back at him with sincere eyes, and neither of them spoke.

"I just want to save you, you can see it, you can't do anything!"

Tuke bowed his head slightly under Frodo's gaze, and Frodo was first angry when he heard Tuke's words, and then lowered his head in decadence.

"yes, I can't do anything. I could only watch Uncle Bilbo die in front of me, and I could only watch Gandalf being besieged by them! ”

Bilbo's death made Frodo feel so helpless that he couldn't help but fall to his knees and hold his face in his hands and cry bitterly, knowing that he had no chance of revenge.

"Shh

Frodo's weeping did not last long before the sound of the horse's hoofs was heard again. The two ringlings sat on their horses, their long swords flashing with cold light pointing at them from afar.

"Run, they're coming!" Frodo was stunned when he saw the two chasing ringspirits, and hurriedly grabbed his friend's arm and fled deeper into the jungle.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal

The two Ringwraiths broke into the forest along with Frodo's escape, and Frodo and Frodo fled for their lives, but it was still difficult to change the fact that the Ringwraiths were about to catch up with them.

"Run apart!"

In the nick of time, Tuke roared, and Frodo changed direction before he could think about it, not noticing that Tuke himself stayed where he was after saying the word "run separately".

The galloping Ringwraith was getting closer and closer, and Tuck watched Frodo break into the deep forest, never looking back at the chasing Ringwraith and the slashing sword.

"Whew!"

After a series of wild runs, Frodo gasped and couldn't help but lean against the tree and stopped. Looking back, there was calm behind him, and the two rings did not chase after him at all.

Frodo gasped for air, and he couldn't help but fantasize that the Ringwraith had gotten lost in the jungle instead of chasing his best friend Tuke.

"Tuke, you're going to be fine!" Frodo closed his eyes and reached out to grasp the ring that Bilbo had left for him.

Although Frodo knew how unrealistic his fantasies were, he preferred to believe that the Ringwraith was lost rather than the cruel truth.

Frodo leaned against the tree and prayed continuously, and time passed slowly in Frodo's prayers, until the moonlight slowly receded and the first rays of the morning sun crossed the horizon.

The morning birds were singing happily, and Frodo took a deep breath and turned back. He was going back to his house to see if Gandalf had won, to see if Tuck was sleeping on the stone platform at the door, and to see if Uncle Bilbo was safe.

Maybe it was all just a dream, Frodo couldn't help but think so, dragging his tired steps on the way home.

The town was full of life in the early morning sun, and Frodo stood at the door of his house looking back at the mess of the party, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Frodo!"

A familiar call rang out in his ears, and Frodo looked up to see Tuke standing on a high hill, waving and smiling at him.

"Tuke, I knew you weren't going to die!"

Looking at Tuke's chubby body and the smile he remembered, Frodo hurriedly strode forward and hugged Tuke in his arms.

Frodo hugged Tuke for a long time, and after a long time, he let go of his embrace and looked at Tuke, and couldn't help but ask, "Tuke, how did you do that?" ”

Tuke just smiled and didn't answer Frodo's words. Frodo, though somewhat surprised by the fate of the Ringwraith, was replaced by the joy of reunion.

"Frodo, I knew you were going to be fine!"

Just as the two were silent in the joy of reunion, the small door of the bag hole was slowly pushed open, and Gandalf, wearing a pointed hat, walked out with a smile.

"Gandalf!" Seeing Gandalf, Frodo happily ran forward and threw himself into Gandalf's arms.

"Gandalf, Uncle Bilbo, he" Hiding in Gandalf's arms, Frodo couldn't help but whisper.

Gandalf smiled and stroked Frodo's hair and replied, "Bilbo is tired, let him rest for a while!" ”

Frodo nodded sensibly and said nothing, except that the joy on his face was replaced by sadness.

"Frodo, where's the ring?" Gandalf asked in a low voice, glancing at Tuke as he spoke.

"Here!" Frodo didn't know what Gandalf was going to do, but the trust he had always trusted made him unscrupulous, and he took out the golden ring that Bilbo had given him.

"Don't!"

Gandalf saw Frodo take out the ring and hurriedly reached out to block it. Gandalf's finger touched the ring, and an indescribable sense of peeping suddenly came to Gandalf's mind.

Gandalf hurriedly took his hand away as soon as the peep appeared, and then looked at the ring lying quietly on Frodo's hand in disbelief, and there was an indescribable look in his eyes flashing.

"Gandalf, what are you thinking?" Frodo asked with some confusion as he looked at Gandalf's expression.

"Nothing!" Gandalf shook his head when he was interrupted by Frodo's words, looked at the ring on Frodo's hand again, and said, "I wonder which one this ring is, and why these rings are so concerned about this ring!" ”

"There is no doubt that the nine precepts of human beings are in the hands of the nine precepts. As for the three rings of elves and the seven rings of dwarves, I have never heard of rumors of loss! So it's strange, who does this ring belong to? Why is there a Modo Nine Rings Spirit, who has traveled thousands of miles here to snatch the ring! ”

The more he talked, the more he wondered, Gandalf didn't know what happened after the Battle of Middle-earth three thousand years ago, and Gandalf always felt that there was some secret hidden in the origin of the ring.

"Gandalf, do you know something?" Looking at Gandalf's expression, Frodo looked at the ring in his hand with complicated eyes. It was this ring that led his uncle Bilbo to his death, and it was also this ring that almost caused his best friend Tuke to be implicated by himself.

Frodo thought so in his heart, and couldn't help but look up at Tuke on the side.

Tuke's eyes were sparkling, and in Frodo's eyes, Tuke was looking at the ring on his hand, and there was a strange light in his eyes that he had never seen before.

Strangeness, an incomparable sense of strangeness and disobedience, welled up in Frodo's heart.

Frodo shook his head vigorously, looking at Tuke to see that Tuke was still smirking at him, no different from before, as if it had just felt like a fantasy.

"Maybe I'm wrong!" Frodo couldn't help but think so.

The small gesture between Frodo and Tuck was not seen by Gandalf, who was still thinking, thinking about the strange scene of yesterday.

The Lich King, Orgrimmar, has never set foot in Mordor for 3,000 years. It was Orgrimmar who came to snatch the ring last night, which made Gandalf wonder and feel a little wrong, that is, whether he had neglected something about the ring, and this fact of ignorance was the reason why Orgrimmar walked out of Modo.

"It's not safe here, and even though I fight off Orgrimmar, he'll come back. You're going to get out of here now, and I'm going to go back to Isenger to find out where this ring came from, and when I find it, we'll meet at the Prancing Horse Inn!" ”

The more Gandalf thought about it, the more he felt itchy, and he hurriedly explained a few words to Frodo, and before he could say anything more, he strode away.

"Gandalf, Gandalf!"

Looking at the departing Gandalf Frodo, he called out loudly, only to hear Gandalf wave his hand and reply, "Go to the Prancing Horse Inn, where we will meet!" ”

There was a firmness in Gandalf's words that could not be denied, and Frodo glanced at Tuke on the side.

ps

The Lord of the Rings plot I wrote is a revised one, and it is seriously inconsistent with the original book and the movie, please refer to the book.

Also, guess where Purdue Cihang went?