Chapter 239 Tower Hill
After bringing the gift, Levi did not stay here any longer, but turned back to his territory near the crossroads, chiseling and hammering underground, and continued to renovate.
Build a tower in the roadside fort, a highway in Hell, and a bunker in Gondor...
I can't live without building things in my life.
Levi opened the stronghold in Gondor, allowing Gondor's rangers and soldiers, as well as civilians and travelers seeking asylum, to enter and use the resources there.
There is only one condition, which is to consciously protect the environment and respect everything in the territory as if you were a guest in someone else's home.
This news spread in the form of a "legend". In addition to the rangers and Gondor soldiers who knew the existence of this place and would come here regularly to investigate the situation and protect the territory and surrounding environment, some people who were really desperate would also try to find this legendary safe haven between Gondor and Mordor.
Hold on to hope.
"Finally I found it."
On the north side of Ithilien, Levi lay in the grass, picking a few mushrooms from a piece of rotten wood.
That's right.
The mushrooms were thrown into the backpack and Levi breathed a sigh of relief.
"I have to go back and make some mushroom soup myself."
To restore the chef's dignity.
"Ahaha, look what I found, a careless mushroom picker..."
Suddenly a voice was heard, and Levi stood up and glanced back.
He saw seven or eight Uruks staring at him from behind.
They collectively took a step back.
Seeing the "what's wrong with you" expression on Levi's face, Uruk, the leader, had an idea and immediately stood up and said, "Sir, I know where to find the mushrooms you picked. I can bring them to you!"
"You'd better know."
"I know for sure!"
They ran away.
After about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, an Uruk came back and carefully put down the pile of mushrooms in his arms.
"Yes, this is it."
"Go away and leave this land." Levi gave the order.
When he left a year ago, there were very few Orcs or Uruks in this area, but it seemed that after a year, some guys seemed to be still harboring evil intentions.
"Yes, yes, let's go immediately..."
Uruk hurried back.
Perhaps this area will be peaceful for a while longer.
However, it won't last long.
Looking at the charred land and mountains opposite, Levi touched his chin and thought for a while.
After a moment, he slowly shook his head, turned around and returned to White City.
The next day.
At noon, a pot of delicious mushroom soup was stewed in Senger's home.
“This is what mushroom soup should taste like.”
Levi tasted the soup he made and looked very pleased.
Just right.
A few days ago, after drinking Senger's soup, he almost started to doubt himself.
"Forgive me for having doubts before."
When Mo Wen drank the authentic Levi's mushroom soup, he was also surprised.
This is what the normal taste of this soup is like...
“It’s definitely better than what I did.”
Senger nodded and said, "I remember it."
"It just so happens that there is nothing going on at the front line recently, so I can relax for a while. In the next few days, I will make it a few more times when I have time to restore the taste."
Morwen's face changed.
"Just drink it all yourself. I heard that drinking too much mushroom soup is not good for a child's growth."
"That's a shame."
Senger felt a little disappointed and reached out to take away the Levi's mushroom soup in front of Mo Wen.
"In that case, this bowl..."
"no."
Morwen protected the bowl of soup.
"Once in a while it's okay."
"Okay, fine."
Another food protector.
This trip to Gondor did not last long. When the messenger sent by Senger returned, Levi left and went back.
The short journey is over.
However, Levi has never been a person who stays contented - since he has come out, how can he not go somewhere else? The next day after returning to Roadside Fort, he set out again.
Head west, to Linton.
Many years ago, Círdan, the leader of Lindon, invited him to visit, but Levi had always forgotten about it and had not thought about it many times.
Fortunately, from the perspective of the elves, this amount of time is nothing. Even if he goes ten years later, Círdan, who sent the invitation, will not feel that much time has passed.
When Levi started traveling again, residents said they had gotten used to it.
This would definitely not work in another place. After all, all matters of the territory, big and small, need to be managed, various relationships need to be maintained, and decisions about the future development of the territory need to be made, etc. Especially for a place like Roadside Fort that has developed extremely rapidly and became the 'Center of the North' in just one year, it needs even more management.
But that's what Roadside Castle did, or rather, that's what all of Levi's territories did.
Due to the special nature of the territory, such as the existence of such a lord, as well as the higher level of education and unlimited material foundation, these places do not require special management and supervision at all, and there are no open or secret struggles or interest disputes.
The only possible problems are technical issues, such as some commonly used methods being too outdated, or areas that can be improved.
As everything becomes stable, the new generation gradually replaces the old generation and becomes more active, and the residents' view of the world gradually changes.
The life needs of the new generation are no longer just to have enough food, clothing and a warm house to live in, but to look farther and higher.
For example, following the footsteps of your own lord who is mysterious, sacred, unknowable, yet easy-going, kind, and down-to-earth.
The breeze swayed the tender green grass, and a few small white flowers were faintly visible among them.
The brightly colored grass sways in the wind, and several white towers stand on the hills.
Western Eriador - On a high hill in the territory of Lindon, west of the Shire and east of the Grey Havens, a black figure on horseback slowly walked forward, stood on it and looked into the distance.
Tower Hill.
As early as the beginning of the Second Age, this place was used as an elven outpost, and many white towers were built.
The tallest of these towers is called Elostirion, and on top of it is a stone of true knowledge.
However, this crystal is very special. It cannot communicate with other crystals, nor can it be used to view the conditions in various parts of Middle-earth. Its only function is to show the Blessed Land (Aman/Middle-earth Holy Land), which is the area where the Valar live.
Many elves come here for pilgrimage, just to get a glimpse of the beautiful scenery of the holy land through this crystal.
In front of the high tower of Erostirion where the crystal stone is stored, several Lindon elves are guarding here.
When Levi approached, they showed some confusion on their faces.
Not everyone can see the sight of the Blessed Land. To the elves, it is sacred, pure, and inviolable.
If someone from another race approached, they would most likely persuade him to leave.
But this...
"Greetings."
The guard at the foot of the tower greeted first.
(End of this chapter)
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