Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth

"Lady Galadriel."

Levi nodded in greeting, really not knowing what the lady of the Golden Forest lord wanted to talk to him about.

As Galadriel gradually approached, Levi could feel a trace of sacred light seeping out from this lady, as if to purify him.

Levi unconsciously raised his head and looked at her.

If I remember correctly, this lady's ability to see the future is much stronger than that of wizards and other elf lords. She can see farther and more in detail.

The moment Levi raised his head.

Subconsciously, Galadriel tried to see something through his eyes.

However, when she really tried to do so, she was suddenly stunned.

Can't see anything...?

"Your future is full of uncertainty."

After a silence, Galadriel said so.

Levi didn't know whether this was a compliment or something else, and didn't speak for a while.

However, although he couldn't see the deep future, he could still perceive some possibilities about Levi in ​​the near future, especially since this possibility was intertwined with the fate of other people, which could be deduced from the side.

"Many things in this expedition may have led to bad things, but with your participation, maybe those things can be corrected."

"I wish you a safe journey, adventurer Levi."

"After this matter is over, you are welcome to visit Lothlorien."

At this moment, Galadriel was quite curious about Levi's blank future. This was the first time he had seen such a situation in his life.

When he arrived at the Golden Forest, he could try to reveal it with the water mirror.

"Thank you for your blessing, I will."

Galadrell smiled and nodded.

Levi felt a little dazed, and when he came to his senses, the holy figure had disappeared.

"Levi!"

Suddenly, someone called from the bottom of the stairs.

Turning around, I saw an old man in a gray robe walking up quickly and said anxiously: "We have to set off quickly. Thorin and his men have gone a long way. It will take a while to catch up with them."

"I heard from the elves that they went along the High Pass. I don't know if the Orcs there will come back in a few months. If they are ambushed, it will be bad."

Although the Orcs in the High Pass have been plowed by Levi, no one can say whether it will be occupied again after Levi left.

"High Pass? That's really... I hope they are okay."

Levi turned around and was about to get the horse.

"Oh, wait, I suggest you leave the horse to the elves for the time being. After all, the road we are going to take next is not so smooth."

Not only do you have to walk through steep and narrow mountain roads, you may also have to pass through dark and crowded caves.

These places are indeed not suitable for carrying mounts.

"Okay, let it stay here for the time being."

"Let's go!"

As Levi and Gandalf rushed forward along the route the dwarves had taken.

On Thorin's side, the group finally escaped from the rock giant's play area, and they were all very tired at this moment.

The thunderstorm in the sky continued, and the expedition team urgently needed to rest.

"Hey, I found a cave entrance, everyone come!"

At this time, Fili and Kili, who were exploring the way ahead, suddenly called everyone and walked towards a cave that looked relatively flat.

"We will rest here tonight, don't make a fire, and set off at dawn." Thorin gave the order.

"No, Thorin, according to the original plan, we should wait for Gandalf and Levi to arrive before setting off." Balin reminded.

"Plans always change."

It was late at night.

The dwarves were already very tired, snoring all over the place, and even Bofur, who was on guard, couldn't stop kowtowing.

Bilbo suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the sleeping dwarves, packed up his things, and picked up the hiking stick he picked up.

"Where are you going?" Seeing Bilbo was leaving, Bofur was no longer sleepy.

"Go back to Rivendell."

"No, no, you can't leave. You are already a member of our expedition, a part of us."

The two talked without noticing that the snoring around them had stopped.

"No, I'm not. Just like Thorin said, I shouldn't have come here. He's right. I shouldn't have run away from home in a fit of rage."

"Bilbo, I understand you. You just miss home..." Bofur whispered.

"You don't understand. You don't understand. You are dwarves. You spend your life on the road. You never take root anywhere. You don't have any belonging..."

Bofur listened to Bilbo's words in silence, his eyes full of sadness and heaviness.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant..."

Bilbo said hurriedly. He almost forgot that these dwarves went on a journey and suffered so much just to take back their homes.

"No, you're right, Bilbo."

Although he was touched, Bofur did not blame Bilbo. The dwarves had shown a high tolerance for the thief from the beginning. Except for Thorin's harsh words, they had been taking care of him all the way.

If an elf had said that, Bofur would have picked up his weapon and fought him.

But in front of him was Bilbo, a hobbit with his own warm home.

"May all the good luck in the world be with you."

"I mean it, Bilbo."

Bofur patted Bilbo's shoulder, indicating that he didn't need to feel guilty.

"Wait, what is that?"

As he was talking, Bofur discovered that the dagger on Bilbo's waist began to emit a pale blue glow, which was extremely conspicuous in the dark cave.

It must be said that the dwarves are good at causing trouble. Every time they look for a place to rest, they can always accurately find the most dangerous place.

This cave that looks very flat is called "Vancouver Door". Just as its name suggests, it is the anteroom of the Orc Town.

The Orcs living in the Orc Town are a variant of the Orc tribe. They are smaller and weaker than ordinary Orcs, but they are also more cunning and flexible.

In fact, compared with the brutal and warlike Orcs outside, there is another name that suits them better: Goblin.

"Wake up, be alert!" Thorin, who pretended to be asleep, jumped up and shouted.

But it was too late.

Bang!

The ground of the anteroom door suddenly collapsed, revealing a passage, and a group of people fell down at once, sliding in the passage with bumps and bumps.

Plop!

As soon as he landed, a large group of goblins swarmed over him. There were so many that they were so dense that there was no end in sight, and they drowned everyone in an instant.

Even though the dwarves fought desperately, they could not break through. Soon, a group of dwarves were captured and sent to somewhere in the center of the town.

Only Bilbo was left squatting there with his head in his hands, at a loss.

Bilbo was too short, even smaller than the goblins, and the color of his clothes happened to be similar to the environment in the cave. In addition, the Hobbits had a unique talent for hiding that blended into the environment - so that from the moment he came in, no goblin noticed him.

However, when the large army passed by and Bilbo stood up, a lone goblin still found him and attacked him with a strange cry.

During the fight, Bilbo accidentally fell into a deep pit in the valley and rolled all the way down.

Disappeared.

"I never thought there would be such creatures in Middle-earth."

At the other end, in front of the mountain range, Levi looked up at a group of rock giants who were throwing boulders at each other and playing, and were taller than the mountain, with eyes full of amazement.

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"I think they are much more dangerous than a mere dragon."

Gandalf, who had just climbed up from behind, also raised his head and took a breath and said, "From a strength perspective, it is true, but don't worry, these rock giants are not very intelligent, and have no interest in the structure of Middle-earth. Neither Sauron nor Morgoth, the great enemy of the past, could drive them to do anything."

"They are absolutely neutral creatures."

"Don't worry about them, we just need to keep moving forward."