legend begins with lord of the rings

When the two Boromir brothers placed two high plates on the dining table, they put down their knives and forks, raised their glasses of fruit wine, drank the wine in one gulp, and burped at the same time.

Boromir, who had received good etiquette education since childhood, covered his mouth and glanced at the others at the table in embarrassment.

Boromir was relieved when he found that no one was "laughing" at the appearance of the two of them. He opened his mouth and said to Abel who was sitting in the main seat: "This beef tastes good, and the preparation method is very special."

"The method of making steak is very simple. If you are interested, I can tell you how to make it." Abel put down the glass of wine in his hand and wiped the corners of his mouth with a silk scarf, with a warm expression on his face.

In addition to the two Boromir brothers, there were also Gandalf, Pyrrha, Dane, and Eltar sitting at the table.

Seeing that everyone was full, Abel waved behind him, and several helpers came in and collected the leftovers on the table.

Then another adventurer brought a fruit plate to everyone and placed it on the table.

Abel also took out a box of cigarettes at the right time and distributed them to everyone.

Seeing Abel holding a cigarette in his mouth, the female elf beside him frowned slightly, but did not stop her in the end.

"I'm going out to get some fresh air. If anything happens, I'll ask someone to notify me." Alta stood up and whispered.

"Okay." Abel nodded and watched the female elf leave the hall.

Then Abel took out five exquisite windproof lighters from his arms and slid them from the table to everyone in turn.

"What is this? A handicraft. It looks very beautiful..." Pi Ping looked at the small iron box with patterns in his hand, curiosity in his eyes.

Everyone else was similar, only the wizard seemed to have guessed the use of this little thing.

"This is a lighter, a worthless gadget, given to you as a souvenir." Abel said, taking out a similar lighter from his pocket.

"Pfft~"

Following the small orange flame on the lighter, Abel put the cigarette up comfortably.

After blowing out a string of smoke rings, Abel squinted his eyes and leaned back on the chair.

After understanding the use of lighters, others lit up cigarettes in the same way.

"This thing is really good and very convenient." Dan the dwarf kept studying the small iron box in his hand, as if he was ready to take it apart and take a look.

With the craftsmanship of the dwarves, as long as you know the principle of the windproof lighter, it is not difficult to copy it.

As for the others, they preciously put their lighters in their pockets. Then they followed Abel's example and leaned back comfortably in their chairs.

Five minutes later, Boromir put out his cigarette butt, looked at Abel and said, "You should have been to Minatiris, right? What did my father say? Why didn't Gondor send troops to meet us?"

While speaking, Boromir kept rubbing the sponge cigarette holder in his hand. This proved that his heart was not peaceful.

Gondor's previous actions have given Boromir some bad thoughts.

"I believe you have guessed what you know about your father." Abel opened his eyes, adjusted his sitting position and continued: "Your father, the regent of Gondor, is old.

Gandalf and I have informed Denethor of the news that you are still alive and that the orcs have invaded.

But judging from the situation, he doesn’t seem to be that concerned about you. And he doesn’t seem to be prepared to resist the orcs.”

"My father is now in his prime. He must have a way to drive the orcs back to Mordor." Boromir heard Abel's contempt for the regent and quickly spoke up to help his father defend himself.

"Seeing is believing, I believe in my own judgment." Abel did not intend to give Denise face, he continued: "Now Gondor is at a critical moment when the orcs invade, and your father's cowardly character is no longer suitable for being Gondor.

Regent. He will drag Gondor into the abyss.

So I have a proposal, do you want to hear it?"

Facing Abel's sharp gaze, Faramir lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. Boromir looked at the wizard for help, seeming to want to get an answer from him.

But the result was destined to disappoint Boromir.

The wizard was tilting his head and whispering to Pi Ping beside him. He didn't give Boromir a chance to make eye contact at all.

Not having an answer can be regarded as an answer. Gandalf had hit a soft nail in the Hall of Gondor before.

Therefore, he preferred Abel's statement.

"Speak to me if you have any ideas. If it is beneficial to the people of Gondor, I will consider it." Boromir looked at Abel again.

He had a hunch in his heart that what Abel said next might be detrimental to his father. However, for the sake of the people of Gondor, Boromir still planned to listen.

"I proposed cooperation to your father in Gondor Hall before, but he refused.

I believe you can see that without the help of adventurers and the Gondor allies, it will be difficult for Gondor to resist the invasion of the Orcs of Mordor this time."

After Abel finished speaking, he paused and gave the other party some space to think, then continued: "So for the sake of peace between Gondor and Middle-earth, I suggest that you replace your father's position and become the new regent of Gondor.

Of course, if you are willing, the adventurer will help you take the position of regent.

After becoming the Regent of Gondor, you can summon the allies of Gondor and cooperate with my team of adventurers.

With these foundations, Gondor has a good chance of being preserved."

As Abel talked casually, he made one tempting offer after another. Boromir's face became more and more serious.

Boromir is caught in a tangle between his beloved father and the survival of Gondor.

"Maybe I can convince my father to light a beacon to summon the Gondor allies, and at the same time cooperate with adventurers. This will not only save Gondor, but my father will not have to step down from the position of regent." After a long silence.

, Boromir thought of a way that he thought was the best of both worlds.

"It's up to you, but I have to remind you. Before your father makes a big mistake, it would be nice to retire and enjoy his old age." Abel said: "If you wait until Aragorn returns to Gondor, your father will

The end may not be so good."

As the regent, Denethor was able to control Gondor entirely because the royal bloodline of Gondor had been lost for hundreds of years.

Once Aragorn returned to Gondor and became king, Denethor's autocratic rule ended.

The change of royal power is often accompanied by bloodshed.

"Brother, I think Mr. Abel is right. If you become the regent, all problems can be solved." Faramir suddenly raised his head and stared at his elder brother with red eyes.

Compared with Boromir, who has always been doted on by his father, Faramir, who is disliked and neglected, is obviously better able to understand the current situation of Gondor.

The people's meaningless bloodshed and sacrifices, and the high-level officials' long-term inaction.

These are long-standing problems in Gondor.

Under such circumstances, once the war starts, as the supreme consul of Gondor, Denethor will definitely not have a good outcome.

"This matter is too serious. I need some time." Boromir became impatient in his heart: "I want to see my father. I don't believe that he will watch the people of Gondor die under the iron heel of the orcs and remain indifferent."

"Okay, I'll go with you." A trace of disappointment flashed in Faramir's eyes, but he still stood firmly behind his elder brother.

So, while it was still dark, the two Boromir brothers gathered more than thirty Gondor soldiers who had returned and walked towards Minatiris, three kilometers away.