Chapter 362 Gift
The reforging of the Sword of Narsil will take time, and the Fellowship of the Ring and various forces must also make preparations.
After the meeting, everyone did not set off immediately, but stayed in the valley for a while, waiting for everything to be ready before officially starting the expedition.
And the specific preparations?
The first is to ensure the safety of the surrounding area.
Elrond met with Levi alone and talked about the surrounding situation.
"I wanted to send out all the scouts in the valley to scout the surrounding area, but now it seems unnecessary."
As Elrond spoke, he picked up the small teapot on the stone table and poured Levi a cup of steaming good tea.
"That's true."
Levi did not decline or be modest. He said, "Don't worry about the safety of the road. At least the land west of the Misty Mountains is safe. Our people are everywhere in the wilderness. Even if you go out without any supplies, you can still go a long way with the help of the people who come to help you if you shout for help a few times on the road."
Elrond quipped, "What if no one comes?"
"Then shout a few more times, or walk a little further to the outpost for help. Hmm... Gandalf often walks this route, he knows where our supply point is."
“I have to say, it’s reassuring.”
Elrond was somewhat relieved.
That way, he wouldn't have to worry about environmental reconnaissance.
However, in order to avoid accidents, Levi still ordered the two cities to be more vigilant and conduct a full-scale reconnaissance of Eriador, not to miss any hidden dangers.
Let’s end the discussion on the safety of the starting point of the journey for now.
Elrond continued to work on other preparations, while Levi had his own plans.
That afternoon he found the hobbits' dwelling.
"Hey, fat guy over there, come here."
In a secluded courtyard, Levi waved his hand not far away, signaling the young man who was looking at the scenery over there to come over.
This fat guy is naturally Sam.
"Hello, respected Lord of the North, Lord Levi."
Sam came over, looked up at Levi, and said timidly, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"
Looking at this rather reserved young man, Levi couldn't help but smile.
"Your name is Sam, isn't it? Samwise Gamgee. I know you. Your father often visited Bilbo's house, and we met a few times. The year you were born, I happened to visit the Shire, and I held you in my arms."
Levi patted his shoulder, looked him up and down, and said, "You have grown a lot stronger than when you were a child."
As soon as these two sentences were said, Sam immediately felt that this legend in front of him, who was far away in the story, was much closer, like a relative.
Other people might feel embarrassed about these words, especially a thoughtful Gondorian commander, but the Hobbits are different. They like to talk about these things very much, such as distant relatives and so on. They can't stop talking about them, even if the other person is a stranger they met temporarily.
For example, Pippin could talk about Frodo's entire family tree in the tavern, and then elaborate on his relationship with him, what kind of relatives they were, and so on.
It must be said that Hobbits really like to chat about family matters.
"Really?"
Sam asked curiously.
"Of course it is true. Didn't your father tell you that one time when I went to visit Bilbo, I happened to see them drinking a bottle of old wine that your father had collected. I also had a few glasses."
Sam listened and couldn't help but sigh: "What a wonderful fate..."
"Yeah, this world is so wonderful. Maybe some kind of fate can bring people together."
After a brief chat about family matters, Levi did not forget the purpose of why he called Sam over.
"I know that you and Frodo are very good friends. You embarked on this journey because you were worried about Frodo. This friendship is enviable."
As Sam watched, he drew out a sword, a short sword of fine workmanship and with a barely perceptible gleam.
This was made by Levi a few days ago. Its basic attributes are not inferior to those of elven creations. It is quite sharp, and Levi also added some enchantments to it.
The most lethal of them is Arthropod Killer V, which has a special attack on spider-type creatures, and can cause damage several times that of the sword itself when slashing at a spider.
Finally, there is a line of small words engraved on the blade of this sword: [Forged by Levi, given to those who embark on an expedition. ]
"I give you this sword. Perhaps it can help you at some critical moment."
"But I sincerely hope you don't have to use it."
"I remember that."
Sam took the dagger solemnly, holding it in his arms and bowing.
After leaving Sam's residence, Levi found Pippin and Merry again. Coincidentally, there was another person here.
"Agra, why are you here?"
This elf friend, the first one Levi met, was talking to two hobbits and seemed quite happy.
"You're here, Levi."
When he heard a familiar voice, he immediately turned around and greeted it.
"I have come to give these hobbits some necessary things, weapons and such, you see."
He pointed at Merry and Pippin, and saw that each of them was holding a sword, which looked quite sharp.
"Looks like I don't have to worry about it."
Levi smiled and shook his head, but despite that, he still took both of their equipment and enchanted them.
After doing all this and chatting with Aggra for a while, Levi turned to another place and found Frodo, who was walking with Bilbo and talking about what had happened over the years.
Levi had nothing to offer Frodo.
As for armor, he had mithril mail that was as tough as nether alloy. Wearing this, even if a troll stabbed him with a huge spear with a force that could pierce a bison, he would only suffer some superficial injuries.
As for the weapon, the Sting in his hand was definitely not an ordinary thing, even though it looked ordinary.
Levi really doesn't need to worry about this aspect.
But helping with equipment is one thing, and other things are another.
After a good chat with his uncle and nephew, it was already late at night. Bilbo was old after all, and his body couldn't hold on any longer, so he went back to sleep.
After chatting about some trivial matters, Frodo felt so sleepy that he could not open his eyes.
Frodo looked at Levi, who was still full of energy, and said, "I don't know if it's an illusion, but I always feel like you don't need to sleep."
"sleep?"
Levi thought for a moment and said, "Sometimes, but for me, this is mainly a pastime."
"How peculiar."
Frodo could not imagine, at least not yet, that he was indeed sleepy.
"Frodo."
Levi suddenly cried out, and Frodo looked up.
“Travel is always full of surprises. Even if I have made a lot of preparations for it, there are still some things I cannot predict.”
"I can't make any absolute guarantees, nor can I accompany you on this journey."
"But I will do my best to protect you in my own way."
…
Snap, Snap…
The sound of horse hooves could be heard at the entrance to the valley.
As soon as day broke, Levi rode away on horseback.
There is still some time before the expedition sets off. At a time when all parties are busy, it would be too much to ask Levi to stay in the valley.
And it's not like he really has nothing to do.
After arranging the security matters of Roadside Fort and Water City west of the Misty Mountains, Levi set out on the Heavenly Road again and headed for the territory on the east side of the Misty Mountains.
The Rhovanion region and the river valley were safe and sound. The outposts were always manned, keeping a close eye on Dol Guldur and preparing for an attack there.
Saruman must be getting impatient.
(End of this chapter)
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