Chapter 301: Conflict
"Are you looking for him?" Eccelian asked.
"No, not really. I just happened to be passing by and wanted to visit Thorongil and see how he was doing recently. But as you can see, I always pass by him."
"That's a shame, but as long as we're in this world, our paths will cross."
"I know something about his movements," said Ecthelion. "After reaching Pelargir, he crossed the Anduin and left Gondor at Ithilien, perhaps heading south, or perhaps east."
"Maybe he discovered something and is heading behind enemy lines to conduct a deep exploration."
“This is really…”
Eccelion sighed, not knowing what to say.
He had no complaints about Aragorn's sudden departure, but he felt that this seemingly pleasing young man was really unpredictable and did whatever he thought.
Both enemies and friends would be surprised by his unexpected and bold actions.
"It's a pity that we couldn't keep him," Ecselion said finally.
Pity?
Listening to what Ecthelion said, and looking at Levi who seemed to have come here specifically to find that 'Thorongil', Denethor felt uncomfortable.
Before the arrival of Thorongil, he was the most capable general of Gondor and was known as the most kingly Gondorian in a thousand years. He was welcomed wherever he went, which made him extremely proud.
But when Thorongil arrived in Gondor, the situation immediately changed.
Although he was not quite convinced, Denethor had to admit that this young man, who was one year younger than him, was indeed a military genius. As soon as he arrived, he pushed him aside and became Ecthelion's confidant. He was loved by Ecthelion and the people of Gondor.
The love of his father and the support of the people were taken away. This sudden gap made the always proud Denethor extremely uncomfortable and he could not accept it for a long time.
For many years, he had always been inferior to this sudden stranger and was overshadowed by the dazzling light he exuded.
Under some kind of mood, he began to secretly investigate the identity of 'Solongil' - this investigation was very serious.
'My father, he is not an ordinary man.'
'The grey wizard clearly wants him to be the monarch of Gondor.'
Denethor was in a very complicated mood. He had a premonition that perhaps the era of Gondor's Prime Minister ruling would end in his hands.
Morally speaking, this is certainly a good thing, but when it comes to himself, combined with many previous things, Denethor feels a little embarrassed.
Not everyone can take the ups and downs so well.
For various reasons, Denethor did not feel any regret about Aragorn's departure, and was even secretly happy about it.
"Well, just leave if you want to. Everyone has his or her own ambitions and we can't force them to stay."
Levi ended the topic with a sentence, turned around and said, "Let's take a look at the tall and strong 'Commander of the White Tower' next to us. I have heard a lot about Denethor in recent years."
The Lord Commander of the White Tower, like the High Marshal of Rohan, directly leads the armies of the capital, and is usually the successor to the Chancellor.
“He has made many outstanding achievements.”
"Right, our most kingly Gondorian."
Levi raised his head and patted the tall young man on the shoulder.
This is really... Whether it is Denethor or Aragorn, these young men with the blood of the Dunedain flowing in their veins are taller than each other, and the average height is over 1.95 meters.
With that figure, which Oak wouldn't be scared?
Imagine a strong man who is more than half a meter taller than you, wearing imposing armor, holding a sharp blade and a shield in his hands, rushing towards you and shouting. That would be too scary.
Faced with Levi's sudden change of topic, Denesor was stunned for a moment with a complicated expression, then he stood up straight and accepted the compliment calmly.
Levi looked at this qualified leader and nodded.
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this guy seemed a lot happier when I came over here just now.
It seems that after not seeing him for many years, Denethor misses me a lot.
"Come on little one, I know you must have missed me, hug uncle."
Levi opened his arms.
This abrupt action directly confused both Denethor and Ecthelion.
Especially Denethor, who is now over forty years old. Although he is still young, his face already shows some signs of aging.
When he heard Levi say this, he almost choked on his saliva.
Denethor lowered his head slightly and said quickly: "You have to know that I am no longer a little guy, Uncle Levi. I have seen fire and blood, and I have also seen valleys full of poisonous miasma. I have rushed to the front of the soldiers and personally experienced the sharpness of swords and spears..."
"Of course I know your experience, but in my opinion you will always be that young boy. Have you forgotten that I held you in my arms when you were a child..."
"No you didn't, I said no at the time."
"Oh, really? It doesn't matter. No matter how much time has passed, you are still a child to me. Come on, let your uncle hug you."
Levi approached step by step.
"No, wait, I said no!"
Denethor stepped back, looking into the distance for help.
Eccelian sat at the table and laughed awkwardly twice, but did nothing.
'Father, why are you just standing there watching?'
The reception room is not very quiet today.
After a moment, Denethor walked out, looking uncomfortable.
That hug just now was so hot - in a physical sense.
Yes, Levi forgot to change his armor again.
There is one more victim of the Dragon Flame Steel Armor.
The only one who could hug Levi, who forgot to change his armor, without any obstacles was the dwarf.
Although his face was tense when he left, it was obvious that Denethor's steps seemed to be lighter.
Seeing this change, the old father Ecthelion smiled and lowered his head to drink a sip of tea.
As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father, and no one knows a minister better than his king.
Ecthelion and Denethor were both; they were father and son, and ruler and subject.
He had seen what Denethor had become over the years.
But some things are just not as good as they should be, and Ecthelion did not show partiality to Denethor just because he was his son.
The importance and closeness to Aragon is a reflection of his fairness.
After watching Denethor leave, Levi sat back at the table and continued chatting with Ecthelion.
The topics ranged from south to north, from east to west, and we had a good time reminiscing about the past.
…
As the people of Gondor had told, it was not long before Pelargir's fleet returned in triumph.
Aragorn left his boat and set foot on the land east of Pelargir, south of Ithilien and at the border of Harondor.
The journey to Rohan and Gondor is over, and the next destination is the south and the east.
Here, he will embark on a journey alone, exploring the right and wrong, good and evil of human beings alone.
By the way, I will try to find an opportunity to uncover some of Sauron's conspiracies and collect some useful information.
As Aragorn began his journey through the wilds of Harondor, memories came to his mind.
I have heard that Uncle Levi fought here, bringing the leader of the army of the Harnen River to his knees and forcing them to retreat so that a company of Gondor's rangers could retreat.
Oh…
Thinking of this, Aragorn suddenly smiled.
In a sense, I am following in his footsteps.
It seems that there are legends about that person everywhere.
(End of this chapter)
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