Sword and Magic and Taxi

"Saruman is here!" Pipin said cheerfully.

Zhao Mai nodded and said to the halfling, "Thank you for telling me." He let Zeratul and Serendis practice by himself, then got up and walked towards the palace.

"No, Saruman is in the direction of the entrance to the valley, and Elrond, the Elf King, is also there."

"I know, Pipin. It's Frodo I'm going to find. He's still resting in the palace. Is Sam also there?"

"Oh, Frodo, he is right there. What are you going to do with him?"

"Someone has to keep him safe. By the way, do you believe me?"

Meili rushed over and leaned on Pipin's shoulder to catch his breath, but this did not stop Pipin from speaking. "You are a very brave person, and we believe in you. You saved Frodoye from the ring spirit! Of course, there is also Aragorn, he is also a good person, but he made us very tired all the way and did not eat enough. Mr. Tverdo, how many meals do you think we should eat a day?"

"As long as you grow it yourself, or buy it through labor, you can eat it when you are hungry. You don't have to be stuck with a few meals."

"You really know our halflings!" Pipin's favor with Zhao Mai suddenly rose to a level.

When Saruman entered Rivendell, Frodo was watching the welcoming crowd below from the balcony of the palace. After being stabbed by the Witch King, he felt that the world was different. Even surrounded by flowers, running water, birdsong and shade of trees, he still couldn't relax, and he felt a strange alienation from the surrounding environment. Whether it is seen by the eyes, smelled by the nose or heard by the ears, it is always like a hazy tulle.

"Master Frodo, aren't you packing things up?"

"What are you going to do with your things, Sam?" Frodo turned his head and watched as chubby Sam was stuffing the package. What are the branches and leaves of the birch tree, a large handful of oak seeds, a whole jar of soil here, and a small packet of various petals. His package is as round and cute as his body.

"Of course it's to prepare for going home." Sam said, "Master Gandalf asked us to come here, we are here. It's fun to see elves, but it's not always good. I start to miss Shire. If I go back now , I can still hurry before planting. I have always envied the big oak tree above the bag bottom hole (Frodo's residence). This time I asked the elves to send me a lot of acorns, and I can plant them when I return."

Yes, Big Oak Tree. Frodo nodded. The oak tree was planted by his elder Bilbo Baggins to commemorate the friend he once met during the adventure-Thorin Oakshield. Of course, there are also dragons, the treasures of Lone Mountain, and the incomparably bright light of Aken Gems. Frodo also missed Shire, but what could he bring back with this adventure? His chest started to hurt again where he was stabbed by the Witch King.

"This time the story cannot be compared with Mr. Bilbo. There is no dragon, no cave troll that turns into stone, but a story with elves is a good story. If there is no terrible black knight (ring spirit), then it is even better. But the most unfortunate thing is that there is no fireworks for Gandalf. If he can set off fireworks in Rivendell, it will be even more beautiful here!"

"Maybe one day your dream will come true." Zhao Mai appeared from behind them and walked over with food reserves and small flowers.

"Mr. Tverdo, thank you for saving me. I have always wanted to ask you to thank you, but the Elf King said that my body has not yet responded, and he would not let me leave the room. And I saw from here that you have been busy teaching the Elves , So I didn't bother you." Frodo wiped his hands, then bowed to Zhao Mai. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I'm happy to help." Zhao Mai accepted his gratitude with a smile, and then said: "Now the situation is more complicated, I will make a long story short. Because Gandalf has not appeared, you may be in danger now. But please remember. Well, for my friend who has lost his memory, and because of my natural duty, I will protect you. You have my guarantee."

After hearing these words, it was obvious that Frodo was very nervous. "Danger? Where does the danger come from? We are in Rivendell. Isn't this the safest place on the mainland?"

"Danger is looking for danger, and you are wearing the thing that attracts danger the most. I can feel... I can see what you are carrying, which is a heavy burden for you, but it is a pity that you still I have to continue wearing it."

"Can you see?" Frodo stretched out his hand to take out the Supreme Lord Ring, and Zhao Mai stopped him: "Take it away, hide it, don't give it to anyone. Someone is coming."

Zhao Mai turned around and blocked the door of the room with his body, while Saruman was walking towards this side accompanied by the Elf King Elrond. It was a spirited old man, with gray hair and beard combed straight down to his chest. His eyes are deep and wise, and every expression, even the slight jitter of wrinkles, seems to be full of deep meaning. In his hand, is a black staff. The cold metal protruded from the top with four sharp thorns, inlaid with milky white ivory crystal stones. That image was almost the same as his magic tower-the Tower of Osanc.

He heard his hearty laughter from a distance, with the power of listening and approval in his voice. But when he saw Zhao Mai, his laughter stopped abruptly. "Which elf is this? Why is it blocking the way?"

"You can't pass here." Zhao Mai looked directly at Saruman. "Go back and leave. I won't let you pass."

"What a courage!" Saruman paused on the ground with his staff, and then said: "Master Elrond, is this your elf guard, really bold? However, if he is executing orders and knowing I am Who, then I have to commend him instead."

"This..." The Elf King blinked ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then said: "This is to help our warriors, blocking the ring spirits by the Xiangshui River, and even fighting the Witch King Angema, protecting our Border and security. He is a little nervous, can you understand this?"

"Fight with Angma? Is this true?" Saruman squinted at Zhao Mai: "A lucky elf—I must say so. The Witch King must be out of state, otherwise it will be difficult for him to live like this. Although the forces of evil will eventually fail, we must not take it lightly, especially not to boast about the results of the war and breed the heart of underestimating the enemy."

He took another step forward, but Zhao Mai did not waver at all. He still stood at the door: "I am blocking you here, not accepting orders from anyone, so you don't need to find someone else, just come to me. Kurunir, I know You have been a long time, you can’t get in with me here. Leave now."

Saruman slumped forward again, making a rustle of his clothes rubbing on the ground. Frodo came behind Zhao Mai and looked out from the side. Saruman took a look, then smiled meaningfully. He seemed to give up the idea of ​​moving on, and said to the elf: "Okay. Lord Elrond, can you tell me where my room is?"

"It's the one from the last time, I've kept it."