Chapter 326: Various Talks
Boromir set out with a team and headed straight for Osgiliath. This new team will be stationed in this abandoned city for a long time, keeping a close eye on the movements of Minas Morgul and the Witch King at the forefront.
After Boromir left, Denethor also left the tower where the Stone of True Knowledge was stored and took the time to visit his other younger son.
Faramir.
He was born five years after Boromir and was fifteen years old.
Of these two sons, Denethor evidently showed partiality in favor of Boromir.
because…
"Father, you are here."
Faramir, who was reading a book, smiled as he saw Denethor approaching, and came to meet him.
"Well, I came to see how you were doing," Denethor responded in a flat tone.
"I'm fine, father."
Very good, very good indeed...
Looking at Faramir who looked elegant, Denethor curled his lips slightly.
Boromir and Faramir, the two brothers look similar, but their personalities are completely different.
Unlike Boromir, Faramir had no interest in fighting, adventuring and the like since he was a child. He preferred reading and studying. He also loved music, and liked listening and singing.
Although he is tall, he looks too gentle and seems to have a rather weak temperament.
Therefore, many people believed that the prime minister's second son was not as brave as his elder brother.
Denethor said, "Your brother is on his way to the front, ready to fight."
"I wish him a triumphant return."
Faramir gave a heartfelt blessing.
Denethor nodded.
Although his youngest son was a little weak in character, he was a good boy. He never cared about the outside world's comments about who was better between him and his brother, and he never competed for superiority.
The two brothers have never had any jealousy or competition since they were young, and they have a very good relationship.
"Keep working hard. I have high hopes for you and your brother."
Patting Faramir on the shoulder in encouragement, Denethor left.
That’s good. These two people are my hope and they can carry the future of the family.
One is strong, the other is weak, they complement each other.
However, those in power should not be too weak.
Shaking his head, Denethor slowly walked towards the hall on the top floor to hold a new meeting.
If there is one person in the world who can most intuitively understand the strength of Sauron, it must be Denethor.
In the confrontations of recent years, the pressure coming from the Crystal of True Knowledge has become increasingly greater, and the shadow within it has become increasingly dense.
The resurgence of the great enemy is accelerating.
Under Denethor's orders, the tower housing the Stone of True Knowledge was guarded more closely.
This is not to protect the Palantir, but to protect others.
Precisely because he was fully aware of the pressure involved, he didn't dare let anyone else touch this thing, not even his own son.
If someone else came here, even if they just accidentally glanced at the crystal, they might collapse directly and fall into a nightmare.
"call--"
After a new Gondor high-level meeting ended, Denethor let out a long breath and closed his eyes.
fine.
Fortunately, I can still hold on.
"Then continue. Let me see who will be destroyed first..."
"Gondor shall not be destroyed before I fall."
…
"Such big news, but I didn't know anything about it."
Inside the Lonely Mountain, Thorin, whose beard had turned a little gray, frowned.
"Yes, he advised us not to retake Moria, while he attacked Angmar."
Balin on the side echoed this, he still could not forget the great homeland that the dwarves had lost.
But he was soon refuted by Fili: "That's different, Uncle Balin, Levi didn't let you go to Moria for other considerations."
"Of course I know, I just feel...well, I don't know how to put it, should we go and help?"
Regarding this question, everyone attending the small meeting was somewhat silent.
"This matter is different from the past. It was initiated by Levi, rather than passively endured. If we rush over there rashly, it is likely to cause trouble and disrupt his arrangements."
Out of caution, Thorin suggested:
"About this, perhaps we can ask the acting lord of River Valley City. He should have received relevant news."
Is there… ?
Thinking of Levi's usual style, the dwarves were a little unsure.
Fortunately, after so many years, this old friend has made progress after all, and his decision-making and action plans have gradually matured.
"Don't worry."
In River Valley City, the gray-haired Bain responded on behalf of Levi.
"I have discussed this with Uncle Levi before, and he told us to just guard our side."
"Well... that would be great."
Thorin nodded, feeling relieved.
On the other side of the mountain, Elrond thought the same thing.
As the force closest to the nomadic people, Elrond had noticed this as early as when Aragorn began to gather his people.
Originally, this wise elf who held the power of the Supreme King wanted to think about how to provide some help, but someone said that it was unnecessary, so he honestly did not move.
Of course, it doesn't mean that he trusts blindly, or that he is really honest. If you tell him not to take action, he really has no idea.
It just looks like it's really unnecessary.
Since this piece of music belongs to humans, let humans do it themselves.
Elrond silently offered his wishes.
Wishes...are always good.
Elsewhere, people also send wishes to those who are close to them.
"You must live well, Frodo, we love you."
The Shire, Buckland.
In the place where the Took family gathered and lived, Frodo sat in front of the bed, looking at his mother, tears falling drop by drop.
"Dear Frodo, I am so proud of you."
This year, Zhuo Guo's wife died in sorrow from missing her husband day and night.
Primula Baggins (2920-2998).
Frodo himself erected her tombstone.
From then on, he was alone.
Sadness is not everything in life, nor should it be the main theme of life.
With the best wishes of his deceased relatives, Frodo raised his head and faced the sun and the earth.
"You have grown, Frodo."
Hobbiton, Bag End, Bilbo sighs when Frodo comes to visit again.
Looking back, his parents died one after another when they were about his age, leaving him alone to guard the empty Bag End.
Then, while eating and singing, he was abducted by an old wizard.
I should have hit him harder when I spanked him.
Frodo smiled at Bilbo's encouragement.
Now that his parents have passed away, the person closest to him is the uncle in front of him.
In Frodo's eyes, Uncle Bilbo is a very interesting person with many stories and is very mysterious. He has been like this since he was a child, and even now there are still many unknowns about him.
"Yes, Frodo."
Bilbo suddenly called to him.
He took a deep breath and said, "There is one thing I have always wanted to say, but I could never find the opportunity."
"What is it, uncle?"
After a brief silence, as if to give Frodo some time to recover, or as if to prepare himself mentally, Bilbo slowly spoke:
"Actually, in recent years I've been planning to... well, what do you think of Bag End?"
Bilbo suddenly changed his words halfway through his speech.
'Very good. Very good.' Frodo nodded blankly.
"That's good."
Bilbo sighed, his eyes looking a little complicated.
He still couldn't tell us what he really intended.
But Frodo was not blind or wooden. He noticed something was wrong and asked immediately, "What's the matter, uncle? What's troubling you?"
"Troubled, yes, troubled, there are indeed some..."
In response to Frodo's questioning, Bilbo told him all his recent concerns.
"How can the Sackvilles be so evil?"
After listening to Bilbo's worries, Frodo condemned him from the bottom of his heart.
This family spread a rumor that Bilbo was dead when he was out adventuring, tried to occupy Bag End, and even auctioned off the furniture inside. After Bilbo came back, they still didn't stop and harassed him every day until Levi came to warn him and they finally calmed down.
But even so, they had not completely given up hope, and were now hoping every day that Bilbo would suddenly die so that they could move in smoothly.
"Frodo, in the past, I enjoyed peace and quiet, and I hated being disturbed by others."
"But now, I have enjoyed this kind of tranquility too much. It's like eating. If you eat too much of something, you will get tired of it and even feel sick in the end."
Frodo was silent for a long time as he listened to Bilbo's story.
"I understand, uncle."
After another silence, Bilbo seemed to have made up his mind. He stared at the half-finished book on the table and said slowly:
"Frodo, I thought..."
The uncle and nephew talked for a long time that day.
Later, Frodo gave up the lonely little house in his hometown and chose to move to Bag End to take care of his elderly uncle.
Soon after this happened, Bilbo made Frodo the heir to his estate.
When the Sackville family heard the news, it was as if they were struck by a bolt from the blue, and they felt as if the sky had fallen.
The last hope is gone.
(End of this chapter)
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