Chapter 1906: The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon (14)

—Third Age, 3018, October 2 —
Mosquitoes on the edge of the water.
"Unbelievable, there are so many blood-sucking mosquitoes in this uninhabited swamp. Before we came, what did they eat?" Sam walked and waved a torch to drive away the swamp mosquitoes that were approaching.
"The antelopes, wildebeests and bisons that come to the swamp to drink, as well as the hyenas, wolves and cheetahs that prey on these vegetarian animals," Aragorn, who is currently leading the way, looked back at the four hobbits: "What makes me even more unbelievable is that, You actually have to eat six meals a day."
"What?" Sam looked even more surprised: "If you want me to say, your "lords" only eat three meals a day and don't smoke tobacco. Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to have nothing in your mouth when you are free?"
"It seems that you don't travel far, and the'adults' outside are like that." Aragorn shook his head: "You'd better get used to it early, because we still have a long way to go."
"As long as you are by your side, it doesn't matter how far you go," Frodo said.
"..." Aragorn was staggered and almost tripped over, turning his head and glaring: "Hey! This should be over!"
"I mean, with the protection of Aragorn, a powerful and experienced battle captain, we don't have to worry about the long journey." Frodo blinked his gray-blue eyes: "What do you think I'm talking about?"
"...Damn it, if it wasn't for the fact that the guys in the band could resist the enchantment of the Lord of the Rings, I would definitely not do this thankless thing myself." Aragorn quickly turned his head and continued to lead the way.
"Seriously, isn't it okay if we don't wait for Gandalf?" Sam tried to divert the subject: "Although you look very strong, you are not a wizard at all."
"I still don't want Brie to be slaughtered. It's a more important town on the trade road," Aragorn replied: "You didn't see how the black knight who broke into Brie acted that night. ."
"Um..." Sam trembles subconsciously: "However, their strength does not seem to be too strong. Although they can break the door, they are driven out by the ‘famous carrot lover’."
"Tom Bombardier (Tom Bombadil)..." Aragorn snorted: "Although this mysterious guy with a strong background seems to have a problem with his position, he is a very strict neutralist who does neither evil nor good, nor does he Allow others to do this in front of him, even Gandalf doesn't know his origin."
"perhaps…"
Om—!
Sam was about to talk about this topic. The mosquitoes that had been driven away by the torch but still circled around a few people suddenly scattered, and then instantly dispersed, flying towards the depths of the swamp.
"[Elves] Rinatharannunoearoth (Queen of the other shore, Ms. Mingjing)~"
Sam was sluggish, but he heard a distant and quiet singing in front of him.
"It looks like an elf!" Meili and Piping leaned forward.
"[Elvish language] Colodommenireniar (following my clan, walking fascinated)~"
After the mosquitoes flew away, the ethereal voice became obvious, and it could be clearly heard that it came from the forest far away from the swamp.
"You can see from a distance, but don't get close," Aragorn grabbed Meili and Pippin one by one: "If you disturb their'return', they will remind you of how accurate the wizard's archery is."
"[Elvish language] Mioladhremminennorath (middle earth, such as a dense forest)~"
Several people walked a distance in the direction of the singing, and they saw a team of elves.
He has a handsome face, exquisite clothes, holding a spear, bows and arrows on his back, sitting on a white horse, walking and singing.
The most special thing is that they obviously walk in the deep forest, but they are not shrouded in shadow at all. Every elves, including the horses, seem to be shining.
"These elves have soft light and praise the stars. They should be the Nord family among the high elves. Unsurprisingly, they are heading to Grey Harbor, to the Western Continent, and will not return to Middle-earth." Say more.
"Boy, you know a lot." Aragorn looked at him.
"It's all recorded in Uncle Bilbo's collection," Frodo shook his head: "As a Baggins, I will leave the Shire sooner or later. Naturally, the more I know about the outside world, the better."
"Oh..." Aragorn seemed to want to ask something.
"In this way, you won't be hindered." The Hobbit added.
"..." Aragorn shut up decisively.
"[Elves] AElberethGilthoniel (Elbereth, Gilthoniel)~"
"[Elves] ichinathollinmiriel (clear eyes, magnificent breath)~"
The luminous elves gradually moved away and disappeared from the sight of the ring team.
"I will marry an elf from now on." Sam woke up in a daze and said with his fist clenched.
"Where's Rose?" Merri and Pippin laughed, knowing his troubles.
"Who is that?" Sam answered without hesitation.
"..."

That night, Aragorn found a suitable place to camp, and took the time to beat a deer back.
Hobbits are very edible, and they are naturally good at making them. They are also good at finding edible plants and fungi from the wild, which saved Aragorn a lot of dry food along the way.
However, Frodo Baggins seems to be a little different from other Hobbits—not referring to his provocations of Aragon from time to time—though this is indeed abnormal.
As a hobbit who integrates food, tobacco and alcohol into his life, he neither smokes nor drinks alcohol, and what is more outrageous is that he does not even eat meat.
No, while the other three hobbits were enjoying roast venison and gin ale, Frodo was concentrating on eating bread and mushrooms.
If it hadn't been confirmed that the Lord of the Rings had no effect on him, Aragorn even suspected that this little man had been controlled by Sauron... If it was in this state after being controlled, then Sauron would be really miserable.
According to Aragorn’s knowledge of Hobbits, they should not restrain their desires, such as the Mr. Sam Gardener who claims to marry elves.
The young man has vision, but unfortunately his own conditions are not good enough. Unlike himself, the preliminary preparations have been made. As long as he becomes king, he can marry the Princess of Evening Star of Rivendell.
...Unless something went wrong with this mission, which caused him to fight Sauron.
Thinking of his fiancée and the singing of the elves before, Aragorn watched from a distance the hobbits laughing around the campfire, and began to hum softly.
"[Elves] ElvanuiEllethalfiranedhelhael (Immortal Girl, Contains Wisdom)~"
"[Elves] Ohonringfinnilfuinui (long black hair, brushing her shoulder)~"
"[Elves] Arencgelebrin (soft hug, arms like silver)~"
"Who is she?" Frodo appeared next to Aragorn for some unknown time, staring at him with beautiful gray-blue eyes: "The woman in the song."
"...Princess Lucian, you haven't heard of her and the legend of the hero Belém?" Aragorn glared at Frodo. As long as he dared to say something "just like you and me", he would put him down. Gagged and tied up.
"I've heard of it," Frodo replied, "Let my lover give up eternal life for himself, instead of working hard to obtain eternal life. I don't like this kind of ‘great hero’."
"..."
Is this guy mocking himself?