"Mr. Ian, how did you feel when you become a dragon? Can you see the Hobbit in the sky?"

"Invisible, smaller than an ant."

"Can you spit fire? The kind that burns the Fagong Forest in one bite?"

"meeting."

"Does your wings grow on your hands? Just like the song says?"

"Yes."

"What does that feel like? It's so strange. If I have wings on my hands, it's not convenient to smoke."

...

Sam was in a much better mood than Frodo. Without the trouble of the Lord of the Rings, his adventure was like a trip, so he asked curiously.

Mo Tie was not impatient and answered his questions patiently.

The scenery from Rivendale was pretty good, and Sam was very interested. When he walked to the swamps and grass, he would lament that the long journey was uncharacteristic.

"Oh, Mr. Ion, you don't smoke your pipe? The best long-bottomed tobacco leaves in Middle Earth are in Charles. When I go back, I will definitely bring you a whole bucket."

"Haha, OK."

With laughter and joy, they walked out of the foggy mountains and gradually moved away towards the east.

On the snowy mountain, Sam complained: "Mr. Ian, can't you melt all the damn snow?"

Frodo had heard of Bilbo's adventure story and knew more common sense. He said helplessly: "Sam, the snow is endless, and there is more snow on the top of the mountain, and they will rush down all at once."

"Yes, the Hobbit. This is not the Shire with all seasons."

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

The Graton Plain is full of dead grass and looks dead silent. The further you go south, the bigger the sunlight, and this desert environment is the most boring.

Even Sam was too thirsty to speak.

When he was resting at night, Frodo was in a state of condition and his chest hurt.

"East to the Misty Mountains are Zoro's territory, which is dark, and Frodo's injuries will be very uncomfortable." Mo Tie explained.

Sam asked anxiously: "Mr. Ian, do you have any solutions?"

"No, Lord Elon has used all the methods. Don't worry, this will not be fatal, it will be fine if you return to Shire."

Frodo lay tiredly on the side, approaching the campfire, and laying his hands on the ring on his chest. The pain slapped his will. He asked, "Mr. Ian, how long will we go?"

Motie looked up at the quiet night and plains and said, "It won't be too far away. Through the wasteland, we can go down the Anduin River and replenish supplies in the Rorien Forest."

"Lorion Forest? Is there an Elf Queen?" Frodo asked.

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

"Does she know you? Mr. Ian." Sam asked curiously, "I just wanted to make sure we could get supplies."

"Don't worry, she is my old friend." Mo Tie said with a smile.

On the Anduin River, Frodo told Sam about the story of Bilbo, which took place in the upper reaches of this river - Changhu.

"This river is so wide, and the long lake must be as vast as the sea." Sam said enviously, but he was not Tuk or Bakinsi in his bones. "Of course, I don't envy your cousin's adventure. In any case, the Hobbit should stay in Shire honestly."

"No, Sam." Frodo held back his 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 and said, "Oh, okay, but there are dragons in Changhu that have fought, so it must be quite a bit."

The sunlight shone on the river and sparkled, and Frodo and Sam were quickly shaking into sleep by the boat.

"Swoosh!"

A pitch-black arrow flew over from the river bank. Mo Tie raised the wooden pulp and blocked it. He turned his head and saw that there were half-orcs pulling bows and shooting arrows on the shore.

With a few shields blocking the two sleeping companions, Mo Tie stood up.

"I haven't drawn the bow for a long time. See if my technology has declined."

The most common thing around him is arrows, and he always carries several full quivers. As for a strong bow, a "dust-eating" is enough.

It is not easy for the orcs to shoot black arrows onto the small boats drifting in the center of the river. Many thin orcs are not strong enough and have insufficient range, so they can only waste arrows in the water.

Mo Tie's arrows were powerful, and he nailed one orc after another to death on the river bank.

As they drifted all the way, their boat slowly paddled through the corpses displayed by the orcs.

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

"Mr. I'm sorry, I'll give you a hard afternoon. We didn't expect to fall asleep so tired." Frodo said apologetically.

Mo Tie smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter, the journey is always harder than you think."

"Where have we been?" Sam asked in a daze.

"Lorian."

The Hobbits may have some natural poetry, otherwise they would not have appeared two generations of adventure novelists, such as Bilbo and Frodo.

When Frodo and Sam met Queen Gelandriel, they actually compiled two short poems to express their stunning feelings, which made the queen smile.

“The stars bloom in the sky, dragging the long blue-green tail;

A tree of flowers poured out like rain, splendid;

But there is beauty that is far more amazing than this, and it cannot be said, but only love."

The elves around them all started to laugh secretly.

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

"No, you said it very well." Mo Tie encouraged him.

The elves of Luo Rui'an are different from other places, they live in trees. Thousand years of ancient trees are tall and magnificent, and the rotating crystal staircase leads to the top of the tree.

Such trees are everywhere, and the elves stand at the door of the tree house, looking at the combination of Mo Tie and the two Hobbits.

"Iron, we're meeting again." Kellandriel greeted warmly.

Mo Tie returns the gift.

This is the most comfortable rest time on a boring journey.

Before leaving, Kellandriel gave Frodo a bottle of starlight - the Light of Elandil; and gave Sam a piece of elf rope made of Heath Blue and a dagger of the Nordo elf.

"Iron, my gift to you is the Bow of Kellandeum, which is only worthy of your archery. This is the best treasure bow for the elves. Even if one day you no longer need it, you know who to transfer it to."

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

Leaving Roryan, Frodo and Sam help boat together.

"Mr. Ian, can you tell me how to fight? I like this dagger very much, but I don't know how to use it."

"No problem, I have skills in using weapons than anyone in Middle-earth."

In the next effort, the three of them were drifting in the river. Only Mo Tie dared to move forward like this, and did not care about the orcs chasing on the shore at all.

Frodo and Sam also saw the wonderful and exciting part of the shooting of the bow and arrow. They saw a black arrow flying over from a distance, and they turned their heads and avoided it. This slight sense of accomplishment could also make them happy for a while.

Finally, they arrived in Minas Tiris, earlier than everyone else.

Even Polomir, who returned to Gondor to organize his army, was much slower than them.

"Mr. Ian, aren't we going to see the Regent?" said Sam, the title he heard from the women in the market.

"No," Mo Tie sorted out the quilt in the hotel room and allowed the two hobbits to fall asleep peacefully.

"Before entering Minas Tiris, I cleaned up all the pursuers to erase our whereabouts. Now, the orcs in Mordor are still looking for our whereabouts in the Death Swamp. So we should keep a low profile at this time."

"But I don't understand," Sam asked strangely, "Isn't our division of troops to avoid Zoro's attention from the movements of the Lord of the Rings? You're exposing your whereabouts along the way."

Mo Tie glanced at Sam and smiled: "Should I praise you for your good thinking?"

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

"As long as the Ring is approaching Mordor, it will never be able to stop Zoro from knowing the truth. I just chose a relatively relaxed path to keep Zoro's attention here, thus ignoring the power of Gandalf and the others gathering the power of Middle Earth."

Mo Tie briefly explained.

This is like attracting monsters. Mo Tie took the Ring all the way down the river with the Lord of the Rings, and the orcs were chasing him, thus ignoring the behavior of others to rectify the army and forces. Unlike in the movie, before the final decisive battle began, the kind and orderly camp was attacked by the orcs for several waves.

Now, they were hiding in Minas Tiris, both to wait for the gathering of Gandalf and others, and to force the Regent of Gondor to decide to go to war with Zoro once they are exposed.

After all, Motie did not have full confidence in Polomir's persuasion of his father to destroy the Lord of the Rings.

A month later, Sam had already had a lot of friendship with the vendors around the hotel and discussed the rationality of the Regent's crop subsidy rate.

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

Sam saw Grey Robe Gandalf from the crowd while shopping, and hurried back to the hotel to tell Motie and Frodo about the news.

Gandalf went to the Rohanate Kingdom, rescued the king, and persuaded him to come to Gondor with Rohan's 100,000 cavalrymen.

Legolas returned to the Woodland Kingdom, and the lord Thrandir still remembered Motie and the dragon, so he lent him 20,000 elves.

Jin Li did not find Moria's dwarf, but only brought back a thick history book that had not been written yet, and could still recognize the last crooked handwriting.

However, behind him was a strong Ranger leader wearing the badge of the Four-Shield Consortium.

Isolda is already very old, but the business empire she established is very sensible. They hope to invest in the wasteland of Mordor after the war - if humans defeat the darkness.

Aragon was the most surprising thing. He led a large army of undead, the people in the mountains cursed by his ancestors.
Chapter completed!