End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

"Bandits! Bandits! Scum! Bastards! What are you doing?"

Two hobbits were placed sideways on each of the two horses. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and their feet were tied tightly. They lay on the horse's back and yelled.

Hobbits have nothing to do with the world, they love peace and are hospitable. Compared with other races in Middle-earth, they are undoubtedly much kinder, so there is no trick to swearing, just repeating those words over and over again.

"Russell, isn't this...not good?"

Aragorn glanced back, his mentality was a bit broken, now he doesn't have to worry about causing misunderstanding, because no matter what he says, the four hobbits will not believe a word.

"It's a bit noisy!" Russell nodded, walked to the side of the horse, tore the blanket into rags, and stuffed a piece in each of them.

Now, it's completely quiet!

Aragorn broke down even more: "I don't mean this. I am friends with Gandalf, and I will become friends with them. We...we should take the four of them to Rivendell in a gentle way, not like this, Do you know what I mean?"

"Understood! But it's useless for me to understand, you have to tell them to see if they understand!"

Who do you think caused this?

Aragorn "..."

"Aragorn, I understand what you're saying, but that's not important. When we get to Rivendell, all misunderstandings will be resolved, and we're still good friends." Russell clapped his hands together, indicating that it was all right.

"Can……"

"There's nothing wrong with it. The elders just need to be more straightforward in doing things. We are being chased and killed. Time is tight and we can't ink."

"Oh, I remember you were not like this before!"

"No way, I lost my memory!"

Russell knew that it was more reasonable for Aragorn to gain trust first, but the ring spirits had been following the four hobbits, the hotel was a dangerous place, and there was no time for them to connect with each other.

As Russell said, when we arrive at Rivendell, all misunderstandings will be resolved. That being the case, what's the point of fighting to the death with the ring spirits? Naturally, avoid them whenever you can.

"Russell, you have to be mentally prepared, our journey will be very dangerous."

"It's okay! Weak ones can't beat me, don't be afraid, strong ones can't beat me, it's useless to be afraid..."

What Russell said made sense. Aragorn was speechless. He felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know how to refute it. His brows became even more melancholy.

...

Several people left the territory of Bree, crossed the alpine forest, and walked on a prairie.

There is still a long way from Rivendell, and it will take ten days to go fast, let alone with four hobbits. Moreover, without the cover of the forest, walking on the open prairie is extremely eye-catching, increasing the possibility of being overtaken by the Ring Spirits.

The four hobbits are called Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merri respectively. Among the four, Frodo is the head. Sam is his gardener and a good friend since he was a child, and the remaining two are him. Distant cousin.

After getting along for a few days, the four of Frodo were released from the rope, and gradually became familiar with Russell and Aragorn, knowing that the other party had no intention of harming them.

The Supreme Lord of the Rings is close at hand, Russell and Aragorn have never touched each other, and Aragorn told the story between Gandalf and Gandalf, which quickly shortened the distance and initially gained the trust of the four.

Crossing the plain, the terrain slowly rises, and a group of people come to rolling hills. On the outline of the hills in the distance, an abandoned high tower can be seen faintly, staring into the distance like a watchtower, and bathed in the sun, it is as dazzling as a crown.

"That's Weathertop, also known as Amon Sul!"

Aragorn showed a complicated look. The person who built the tower was his ancestor Elendil, a name full of glory, but the latecomers shamed this glory, and he has been avoiding it, thinking that he is not worthy This honor.

Aragorn was full of thoughts, as if he was pressed by a boulder, and he couldn't breathe in pain. He wanted to vent but didn't know who to talk to.

"Russell, you know what, I..."

In the middle of the conversation, he consciously shut his mouth, because Russell led the four of Frodo away.

...

The night was getting thicker, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there was a little humidity in the wind, and it was likely to rain. After discussing with Russell, Aragorn and Russell decided to climb up to the tower for the night.

"Russell, we have two night shifts, and you are in charge of the second half of the night."

Aragorn said gloomily, he had finally mustered up his courage, and wanted to find someone to complain about the pressure, but as a result, feelings were brewing, and the person who told him ran away, almost suffocating him to vomit blood.

Deep darkness enveloped the land, and the distant woods moved with the wind, accompanied by rustling movements, like ghosts sneering, making people tremble.

"Russell, tell us a story!" The four hobbits felt hairy and did not feel sleepy.

Russell was more popular among the four than the serious Aragorn. He told short stories with profound truths and connotations, which made people want to stop listening.

"I have to work the night shift, so I can only tell one story, and sleep well after listening to it."

"Well, one is fine, it's better than nothing."

Aragorn was about to leave. Seeing that Russell was about to tell a story, he subconsciously stopped and listened.

Russell cleared his throat, and he is best at telling stories: "In the dark and deep Rivendell, there was a young man named Aragorn who was sleeping in the grass. ..."

"What does the noise of the world mean?" It was a bit profound, and the four of Frodo didn't quite understand it.

"It's clothes!"

Aragorn: "..."

Suddenly becoming the protagonist of the story, and without clothes on, he knew that there must be something bad to say next, but he still held back and wanted to continue listening.

"At this time, an elf picking mushrooms passed by, counting while picking. 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4..."

"After the little elf left, another one came and counted while picking. 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 4...5, 6, 7, 8..."

The four of Frodo looked confused, and Aragorn couldn't bear it anymore, but he couldn't say that he understood, and coughed lightly: "Russell, I want to remind you that the elves know magic, and they may also be listening to you." story."

"No way, are elves so boring?" Russell asked in surprise, then shrugged his shoulders, and said indifferently: "Elves are a long-lived race. I haven't seen such a big storm. It's just a bedtime story. I shouldn't worry about it."

"It's not necessarily..."

Aragorn said secretly, elves are narrow-minded. Ever since I fell in love with Arwen, her father Elrond began to look at me coldly, disliked me in various ways, and finally drove me out of Rivendell.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes suddenly sounded from far and near, and under the dark night, the dull roar was getting closer and closer.

Accompanied by the whisper of death, five black shadows appeared, moving at high speed on the gray hilly slope. They were covered in black robes, riding devil-like horses, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the bottom of Fengyunding.

"The one who chased us before!" exclaimed Frodo.

Aragorn lowered his head and looked into a pair of scarlet eyes: "It's the Ringwraiths, or they chased them."

"What should we do, are we going to escape?"

"I can't escape, they have blocked the escape route, so we can only fight." Aragorn shook his head.

"Go up there, it's going to thunder..." Russell looked up at the sky, the clouds were very thick, it would be a pity not to let it go.