Chapter 312 The End of an Era
"Until the movements of the Fire Demon become clear, they'd better stay put and not take any risks."
Levi initiated the instructions.
"I'll go talk to them about it."
Gandalf agreed and added: "In addition, I will also take care of the news in this regard and inform you as soon as there is any progress."
"Tea is ready!"
Then Bilbo's voice was heard from inside the house.
So the private whispers between the two ended just like that.
"I'll be right there."
Levi and Gandalf set out to walk in and find their seats.
This afternoon tea was quite relaxing.
However, times of peace are always short-lived.
After afternoon tea, it was time to say goodbye.
Levi and Gandalf walked together towards the roadside castle.
On the way, the two chatted a lot, including Levi's recent record of killing the Balrog - which was indeed very recent in Gandalf's opinion, as well as Aragorn's return, new events in the East, and so on.
Gandalf recalled: "I heard news about the two blue-robed wizards from Aragorn. It seems that they have made some progress in their work."
"What news did he bring back?" Levi asked.
I haven't heard any news from the east and south for a long time. These two places must have changed a lot over the years.
"Khand's news: The new king there is in a very difficult situation because he refuses to submit to Mordor, even though he still pays tribute to Mordor every year."
"That nomadic kingdom is surrounded by Mordor, the Easterlings, and Harad. They can do nothing, and no one can do anything."
"Well, unless you give up everything here and move there permanently."
This matter is really helpless. Levi is too far away from the Free Cities, and Mordor is right at his doorstep. Even if the King of Khand does not want to get involved in these affairs, he has no choice but to surrender or perish.
If this small country had not been offering various supplies to Mordor every year and Sauron's orders had not been issued and executed smoothly, the Ringwraiths would have come to have a talk with the person in power long ago.
When the Ringwraiths want to have a heart-to-heart talk, they will really dig out your heart.
If the Khanates want to gain independence, they will need some new allies.
In the far east, Sauron tightly controls the lands adjacent to Mordor, while other places not connected to Mordor have not yet been eroded by darkness. These places are all allies that can be won.
This is what Blue Robe is doing now.
After some casual discussion, they soon arrived at Bree.
Influenced by the roadside fort, the town is now much more prosperous than before, and people's living standards have risen visibly.
In addition, with the frequent appearance of rangers, the villains who used to gather in dark corners no longer had a living space and they completely disappeared from Bree.
As soon as he arrived in Bree, Gandalf went straight to the Prancing Pony Inn, where he seemed to be quite familiar with the owner.
After seeing Gandalf, the boss was very enthusiastic. He waved and greeted Gandalf immediately and also came to entertain him personally.
Gandalf was never disappointed by other people's kindness and enthusiasm. He responded enthusiastically to the boss and ordered two glasses of ale to take care of the business.
Fresh foaming ale was brought in by the boss, and Gandalf turned around and took the two glasses of wine back to a table in the corner, handing one of them to Levi, who was wearing a wide hood.
"Thanks."
Levi raised his glass, tilted his head slightly, and drank half a glass of beer.
Looking at Levi's large hood, Gandalf teased, "You have finally learned to keep a low profile."
"no way."
Levi shrugged.
"I never thought that there would be a day when I would disrupt the order of the surrounding area just by showing my face."
“Sometimes being too famous isn’t a good thing.”
This is indeed a bit helpless.
Things are different now. Levi is no longer just an adventurer. His presence and popularity are too strong to be concealed.
Even with most of his face covered, he could still feel some vague gazes coming from various directions from time to time - mainly from the rangers who were resting here.
They recognized Levi at once, but didn't come over to disturb him. Levi waved his hand, and they looked away and continued with their own things.
After a while, both glasses of ale were finished.
Perhaps Gandalf was indeed hungry, for after drinking a glass of wine, he ordered a plate of roast meat, a piece of bread, and some sweet and sour jam to dip in.
Pretty good at matching.
Levi was also hungry after seeing this, so he immediately stopped a passing waitress and gestured to Gandalf, "I want the same one as his."
"good--"
"And me, I want the same one."
At this time, another voice was heard.
There was a tall figure sitting next to Levi, looking exhausted.
"Good afternoon, Uncle Levi, and Gandalf."
"Aragorn."
Gandalf called out the name of the one who came out.
"Why are you here?" Levi also turned around and asked.
"Alatar asked me to send his regards to you and Farodan."
Levi nodded: "It seems that you get along well."
Aragorn's journey was over.
During the meal, Levi and Gandalf also knew his plan.
In 2952, Aragorn left Rivendell and traveled across Middle-earth, leaving his achievements and legends in various regions.
In the year 2981, which is this year, after going through many hardships, participating in countless battles large and small, and experiencing the right and wrong, good and evil of people, Aragorn, with many traces of wind and frost on his face, returned to the Lonely Land and returned to his own people.
He will work together with his tribesmen in the coming days.
After leaving Bree, the three of them separated and continued along the paths they had set.
Gandalf traveled around, Aragorn went straight to the northern front, and Levi returned to the roadside castle to deal with various matters of varying sizes as usual.
Thanks to the operating model of the territory, there are not many things that require him to do personally, and the daily workload is not heavy.
That is to say, as usual, I would check the reports regularly, speed up the handling of trivial matters within the territory, and intervene if there were any projects going on, thus greatly speeding up the progress.
The days passed by unknowingly.
It was not until 2982 that a Hobbit was born in Frodo's hometown. His name was Merry, Merryadoc Brandybuck. Frodo's mother returned to her hometown to visit the child. After returning, she told Drogo about it. Frodo also learned about the existence of this younger brother who was a dozen years younger than him and could be considered a blood relative.
Another year passed, and good news came from Gondor that Denethor's second child, Faramir, was born. When the child was one month old, Levi went to Gondor to visit him.
He even reached out and hugged me.
The newborn was healthy, and Denethor was still his old self, seeming to be in good spirits.
But there was a hint of silence and seriousness.
This silence is about Ecthelion.
Now Ecselion is ninety-seven years old. He often loses focus. Even when Levi walks up to him, it takes him a while to come back to his senses.
The acknowledged wise old prime minister said: "Time is something that I don't know when it started to be so frightening."
"Maybe when it becomes meaningless."
Levi brought a chair and sat opposite Ecselion.
"How are you doing?"
The old man said slowly: "Everything is fine."
He looked at Levi.
"You seem to be doing well, too?"
"Same as usual."
"That's good."
Eccelian nodded and said, "I've had a bad feeling lately. A shadow is approaching."
"Denethor's burden will be heavy, but he is strong."
Levi nodded in approval.
"I believe this. I have witnessed his growth over the years."
"yes."
"He will keep going," Eccelian sighed.
The two chatted a lot that day.
They talked about Gondor, Mordor, and the future. While they were talking, they got up and went out for a walk, from the White City to the fortress of Cair Andros in the Anduin River, and then from Cair Andros back to the White City.
It was a nice walk.
Spring goes and autumn comes, followed by the approach of severe cold.
In the spring of the following year, Levi came to Gondor again to visit his old friend.
At the same time, it is also a final farewell.
In a wide vaulted hall in the Tomb of the Prime Minister, located in the holy site of Minas Tirith, Denethor stood silently in front of a marble tomb bed, looking at the portrait carved on it with a pair of dazed eyes.
The sound of light footsteps coming from behind brought him back from his trance.
A flower is placed on top of the grave.
His shoulders sank, and Denethor turned his head, feeling some heat—from the man's armor.
"You know, many years later, I can still remember that summer, that afternoon, the four of us ran across the land of Rohan, drank the inedible mushroom soup, and then ate fresh grilled fish."
"Everything is so nostalgic. The past and adventure, these two words combined always give birth to beautiful memories."
Levi patted Denethor's shoulder and said, "Your father has always been optimistic about you. He believes that you can do everything well and shoulder the future of this country."
"Now how will you answer that?"
Beneath the solemn walls and majestic dome, Denethor's voice was particularly clear.
"I will."
In 2984, Ecthelion II died at the age of ninety-eight, and his son Denethor succeeded him as Prime Minister.
At this point, an era has truly come to an end.
A new piece of music quietly begins to play.
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