Chapter 152: Unable to Return
Ding——
A silver coin was thrown into the air and Levi caught it.
Then throw it into the air again.
This behavior attracted the attention of some dusty passers-by.
However, when many people cast their eyes towards the figure in black armor and linen robe, their breathing could not help but slow down. They frowned and tried hard to recall, but they still could not understand where that sense of familiarity came from.
It was not until that person walked away that someone suddenly realized what was going on.
He took a breath and said, "It's that person - the one with many titles. He just passed by!"
"who?"
"It's him."
Bree border.
In the simple environment of the Forgotten Inn, as soon as Levi sat down, he was like a big rock, drowning out all the discussions around him.
This made the inn, which was already sparsely populated, seem even more deserted.
Only the innkeeper was still standing in front of the counter, placing the cups very naturally, making some noises.
"I want a beer and a barbecue."
Levi ordered.
"Wait a moment."
The boss immediately put down his work and prepared to go to the kitchen.
But at this moment, another voice suddenly interrupted and said, "Give me a piece of bread, no need for drinks..."
Levi turned his head and saw a familiar figure.
The man greeted the boss, then sat down opposite Levi and sighed.
He said: "Long time no see."
"It's been quite a while."
Levi took the beer handed to him by the boss and took a sip first.
"Would you like a drink?"
"No, for some reason, I'm a little short of money recently."
"Okay, but this is easy to handle. I've made a little money recently, so I can pay for the meal."
"A little fortune?"
The person on the other side was silent: "If that is called a little, then nothing in this world can be called too much."
"There are indeed quite a lot. Anyway, I can't count how many there are."
Levi shrugged.
“…I always feel like you’re showing off.”
"But it's really amazing. I didn't expect that you could accomplish so many things in just over two years. When I first heard it, I thought people were joking with me."
"Anyway, it looks like you've been doing pretty well lately."
"That's not bad. Let's not talk about me. Let's talk about you, Farodan. You've been missing for several years. Where have you been?"
Levi ordered two more beers and a barbecue from the boss, and said, "I almost thought you had quietly become a ghost in some corner."
Hearing this, Farodan was speechless.
"Even if I become a ghost, I will bring you the news, although you may not need it now."
"What news?"
Click.
Two glasses of beer were brought up and placed in front of the two men.
Farodan took a sip and felt quite refreshed.
He replied: "The gold mine you want, and some news of distant lands."
"After hearing your commission, I headed east, passed through Ithilien, and then south from the crossing of the Poros River, and successfully sneaked into Umbar."
"That's really not a good place. There are spies of He Who Must Not Be Named everywhere. They worship the being in the Evil Black Tower and have developed the Demon Eye Sect based on him."
"I searched for a long time in the war zone between Gondor and Umbar, and finally found some mines west of Umbar that could mine precious minerals. But before I could find out more information, I was suddenly exposed. The Haradrim there found out that I came from the north and shouted that they would burn me to ashes."
"I ran for many days before I ran back to the war zone and got out of there with the help of some Gondor Rangers."
"To be honest, I don't think it's realistic to go to the Harad region to find what you want, so I rested for a while and explored in the direction north of Mordor again."
"There, besides Dorwinion, there is Rhun. Did you go to where the Easterlings live?"
"right."
Two plates of barbecue were served, one of which had an extra piece of bread. Levi took the one without the bread and started eating it directly.
But Farodan didn't seem to have such a good appetite. He recalled, staring at the beer in the glass and said:
"I thought Rune would be better at first, but after walking a little further inside, I was shocked by the situation inside."
"There is unrest going on there, a big unrest. Further east, there is a resistance force fighting against the Dongyi."
"During the time I was in Rhun, the war there became increasingly intense. In the end, in addition to humans, there were also orcs, wargs, and even larger ogres called Ologs that were not afraid of sunlight."
"That wolf has darker fur than the ones in the northern mountains, and is more evil. It reminds me of the 'demon wolf' in ancient history."
"They are assisting the Dongyi people and launching attacks on certain forces."
As he listened, Levi frowned.
Why is there so much commotion in Loen? No wonder the border is blocked and even Dorwinian's caravan can't get in.
However, the resistance? Levi swallowed the last piece of barbecue and was about to ask when he heard Farodan suddenly say: "Before the border road was blocked, an old man in a blue robe and agile found me and sent me out."
"Before leaving, he said something to me."
“I still haven’t figured out the meaning of that sentence.”
"What?"
Levi cheered up.
"He said—he might not be able to go back."
Some people are sad that they can't return.
Some people have a headache because they can't send something away.
valley.
Under the starry sky, Elrond sat at the table, gently picked up the pen, and wrote a line on the paper:
"To-Levi:"
"Long time no see, my friend, how have you been lately?"
"It has been two years since we last met. I have heard many stories about you and am delighted with what you have done."
"But have you forgotten that you have a very fast horse here?"
Writing this, Elrond sighed.
That horse gave the groom who was responsible for taking care of it quite a headache. Although Levi had said that it didn't need to be fed, when the groom occasionally passed by with a handful of wheat, the horse would stare at him straight, no longer as nonchalant as before.
The groom noticed something and immediately handed the wheat over. Sure enough, the stunned horse ate all the wheat in one bite.
Then, it started to get restless, rubbing against the wall and trying to go out the door.
The groom guessed that the horse might be feeling pent up, so he took it to the meadow outside to relax. When they got to the meadow, the horse seemed to be in a much better mood, and would even lower its head to take a bite of the grass from time to time.
He immediately realized that he might have had some prejudice against the horse before. Just because Levi said it didn't need to be fed, he treated it as an alien and kept it in the manger.
The elf groom repented immediately, and from then on he took good care of the horse. Not only did he often take it out for walks and fresh air, he also brought it to the herd of horses in the valley, trying to get it to get along with other horses of its kind.
The horses in the valley were all bred through excellent breeding and selection. All of them were stable and fast horses. They did not show any rejection to this new strange companion, but chose to accept it, even though it looked a little dazed.
Everything seemed to be going in the right direction - until one day, the groom fed the horse a handful of wheat in the pasture.
It immediately became agitated and quickly approached other horses that were grazing, regardless of whether they were male or female.
In order to prevent it from being kicked by the frightened horse, the elf groom had no choice but to put it back in the trough.
This incident has made the elf sad until now. He believes that it was his improper care that led to the horse's many abnormalities.
Since the horse was entrusted to the care of by his ally, Elrond would occasionally (about once a year) pay attention to the situation here.
Then the groom's abnormality was discovered.
While thinking, I had already finished writing the letter.
Although the main purpose was to ask Levi when he could take the horse away, this main purpose was only mentioned one or two sentences in the letter.
There were more caring greetings and praise for Levi's recent deeds, as well as some words expressing longing and welcoming him to visit at any time, and that Yougu would definitely give him a warm welcome.
After writing this, Elrond wrote at the end of the letter:
"Your friend, Elrond."
After doing this, Elrond waited for a while, letting the evening breeze blow and dry the ink.
At this time, footsteps were heard from the side.
Elrond turned around and saw it was a young boy, so he smiled at him.
"Estaire."
Estel means "hope" in Elvish, and it is also the name the elves call Aragorn.
This young man was Aragorn.
Ever since the fall of the Kingdom of Arnor, Elrond has been helping the nomads wandering around. Every chief of the nomads was raised and taught by Elrond when they were young.
Of course, it is not just about raising and teaching, it is also a kind of protection for the royal bloodline.
Aragorn was standing not far away at this moment. He bowed slightly to Elrond as a greeting, then came closer and asked curiously, "Are you writing a letter to a friend?"
After living here for so long, it was the first time that little Aragon saw his adoptive father pick up a pen to write a letter to someone, and his curiosity could not be suppressed.
Facing Aragorn's curiosity, Elrond did not hide anything. He nodded and said, "That is a very unique person."
By this time the writing on the letter paper had dried, and while Elrond was sealing the letter, he told young Aragorn the story of the lord of the wayside fort and the legend in the wilderness (omitted).
They talked for a long time, and only when Aragorn's mother came over did Elrond stop and send the mother and son back.
Wow——
As he walked, Elrond suddenly stopped, turned his head sharply to the west, and looked up at the night sky.
The mother and son noticed something was wrong and stopped to look in the direction Elrond was looking.
But I saw nothing.
"What happened?"
Aragorn's face was full of question marks.
Elrond placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Beyond our eyes, there is a pillar of white light that splits the night sky in two."
"Roadside Fort, I guess."
Elrond smiled and continued to escort the mother and son back.
But the young Aragorn could not calm down for a long time. He was still thinking about this sentence when he was sent back to his room by his mother and lying on the bed.
"Roadside Fort."
"Levi."
In the dark night, Aragorn leaned on the soft pillow, his big eyes blinking, but he refused to close peacefully.
He just stared at the roof, motionless, his mind filled with the legend he had just heard.
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