legend begins with lord of the rings

Early the next morning, Boromir, Faramir, Gandalf and a group of others gathered outside the gate of the War Fortress.

Among them, the dwarf Dane also squeezed into the crowd, fully armed.

"Alright, Boromir, Gandalf, Altar and... Pi Ping." Ignoring the dwarves who puffed out their chests, Abel said to the people whose names were called: "It's just us who are going to Minatiri.

Si, is it okay?"

"No~" Pi Ping responded proudly and loudly.

Others whose names were called also nodded slightly in agreement.

"Okay, let's go!"

The War Fortress is not far from Minatiris, so this time Abel is planning to lead people on foot.

"Wait, I..." Dann stopped Abel and said excitedly: "And me, I want to go see the White City. I have never entered the White City in Gondor for so long."

"Calm down Dan, we have a special mission this time, not sightseeing." Abel stared at the dwarf and said, "Next time, it won't be too long."

"You promise!"

"I promise."

"Okay, I won't go this time. Remember to call me next time. I'm going to see how strong the White City is." After receiving Abel's promise, Dan put down the giant ax in his hand.

"Everyone, please go back and wait for our good news." Abel waved to Dane, Faramir and others, and then led the streamlined team towards Minatiris.

The main purpose of everyone this time was to help Boromir find out whether his father Denethor was bewitched by black magic.

Of course, the fewer people, the better. If possible, Abel wouldn't even want to take Alta with him.

As for Pi Ping, it was entirely because Gandalf was worried about his safety and was afraid that he would be captured by Sauron alone.

After all, Sauron had seen Pi Ping through the magic eye.

Three kilometers was not far for everyone. After a while, everyone arrived at the entrance of Minatiris City.

"Everyone follows the plan." Abel reminded everyone after taking out a black cloak and putting it on.

So except for Boromir, Gandalf and the others all took out a cloak-like cloak that covered their entire bodies.

Elta chose a green cloak, and Piping wore a gray cloak. As for Gandalf, he chose a pure white cloak.

The group of people looked a bit like Arab sheikhs.

After seeing everyone ready, Boromir walked up and knocked on the door.

"It's me, the eldest prince of Gondor, Boromir~"

"The eldest prince, you are finally back, please come in."

The guard eagerly invited Boromir in. Abel and others followed him, but no one dared to search.

"Hey, what a good day today is? Look, a lot of people have gathered at the entrance of the palace." Abel's voice came from the cloak.

"It should be a welcoming party held by my father to welcome me." Boromir said embarrassedly.

In fact, Denethor mentioned this meeting to Boromir yesterday. Its full name is: Meeting to Welcome the Return of the Heroes of Gondor.

The fact that Boromir became the Fellowship of the Ring was widely publicized by Denethor.

It looks like Boromir has restored the glory of House Anorion.

In the palace, all the ministers from yesterday have also arrived. Many people are whispering and chatting, and the atmosphere is much better than yesterday.

On the regent's seat above, Denise's face looked much better, but there was a hint of anxiety in her eyes, which was very hidden.

Denese waved his hand, called a guard and asked: "Has Boromir not been found yet?"

"Reporting to the Prince Regent, we have asked many people, but there is no news about the eldest prince," the guard captain replied.

"Trash, continue to send more manpower, we must find Boromir before the conference starts." Denese said with a gloomy face.

"Yes~" The guard captain quickly retreated.

The ministers below also noticed Denise's suddenly gloomy expression, and the chatter immediately stopped.

Just as the air pressure in the hall continued to decrease, a scout at the door shouted loudly: "Reporting to the Regent, Prince Boromir requested an audience~"

"Quickly, let him in~" Denise's face was instantly filled with a smile.

Then, he looked around at the ministers below, suppressed his smile and said: "The heroes of Gondor are here, shouldn't you express your gratitude?"

The stupid people are still in a daze, while the smart people have stretched out their hands and applauded desperately.

Accompanied by bursts of applause and horn sounds, Boromir stepped into the hall.

The ministers greeted each other with smiles, and of course some noticed the strange men in cloaks behind Boromir, but no one chose to ask at this time.

"My good boy, you are finally here." Denethor was polite and shouted to the guard: "Give the hero of Gondor a seat!"

Soon there were two guards carrying a chair and placing it behind Boromir.

In the great hall of Gondor, only Denethor had the right to sit in the past.

Now Boromir has also done something, which proves that Denethor values ​​Boromir.

Boromir also became the "Prince" who was about to succeed to the throne.

"Thank you, Lord Regent~" Boromir thanked the Prince Regent according to the procedure and sat down.

"Okay, now I will read about the great achievements of Boromir, the hero of Gondor. I hope everyone will encourage you~" Denethor was very satisfied with his eldest son.

Following Denese's words, an old minister stood up and held a piece of parchment in his hand.

"Boromir, the son of Anorian Denethor, the hero of Gondor, went to the elven city of Rivendell in the summer of 3018 of the Second Era on the orders of his father Denethor..."

The minister's confident voice rang out in the hall, and obituaries were distributed to the people outside the hall.

The literate people of Gondor loudly read Boromir's "greatness" to everyone.

Boromir blushed as he listened to the obituary advocating for himself. After glancing at his father who was squinting above him, he whispered to Abel and the wizard behind him: "Have you discovered the traces of my father being eroded by black magic?"

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"No, there is nothing wrong with him except that his body is a little weak from the wine and sex." Abel replied in a low voice.

After hearing Abel's answer, Boromir turned his eyes to the wizard in disappointment.

Gandalf looked at Denethor carefully through his white cloak and muttered something.

In the end, he gave the same answer as Abel and shook his head gently.

"How could this happen? My father was not such a person before..." Boromir looked at his father who was shaking his head and lost his last hope.

Denethor originally adopted a non-resistance policy towards the orcs and expelled Faramir.

Boromir attributed all these mistakes to black magic. As a result, at this moment, all his fantasies came to nothing.

"Wait a minute~" When he heard the obituary boasting about himself again, Boromir couldn't help but stop the old minister.

"What's wrong, my boy Boromir?" Denethor's moment of enjoying the glory of his family was interrupted, and he looked at Boromir dissatisfied.

All the ministers in the main hall were also staring at Boromir. They had a premonition that something big was going to happen, and they didn't dare to say anything.

"Father, this obituary record is wrong." Boromir rebuked loudly: "Many of the credits belong to my companions. Among them are brave hobbits, dwarves who are good at fighting, and even the powerful elves.

.At the same time, Gandalf, Abel and Aragorn all contributed a lot to destroying the One Ring.

What's more, the Lord of the Rings has not yet been destroyed, and there are still two hobbits undergoing this severe test.

Compared with them, Boromir has really not done enough, let alone accept this honor."

Boromir's speech was powerful and shocked all the ministers.

Denese angrily threw down what was in his hand and yelled angrily: "Shut up, you treacherous son. You are bringing shame to our Anorian family."

"I don't think so." Facing his father's stern eyes, Boromir did not back down this time. He continued to speak loudly: "Father, you have forgotten that the glory of Gondor does not belong to anyone, nor to anyone.

A family. It belongs to the thousands of people of Gondor who dare to resist foreign aggression.

I want to ask you: were you the one who allowed the orcs to enter Gondor?"

"Asshole, shut up~" Dinese's face turned red with anger and he shouted to the guard: "Drag him down, he is not my son."