Chapter 326 Various Talks

Boromir led a team and set off to 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 set off, Denethor also left the tower where the Palantir was stored and took the time to see his other youngest son.

Faramir.

He was born five years later than Boromir and is fifteen years old this year.

It is obvious that Denethor is a little partial to Boromir among these two sons.

Because...

"Father, you are here."

Faramir, who was reading a book, smiled when he saw Denethor coming and immediately came to greet him.

"Well, I came to see how you are doing recently." Denethor responded in a flat tone.

"I'm fine, father."

Very good, indeed very good...

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 has never been interested in fighting or adventure since he was a child. He prefers reading and studying. He also likes music, listening to music, and singing music.

Although he is tall, he looks too gentle and seems to be a bit weak.

Therefore, many people think that the second son of the prime minister is not as brave as his elder brother.

Denethor said: "Your brother is rushing to the front line, ready to show his skills."

"I wish him a triumphant return."

Faramir gave a sincere blessing.

Denethor nodded.

Although his youngest son is a bit weak, he has to be said to be a good boy. He has never cared about the outside world's discussion about who is better between him and his brother, and he has never been competitive.

The two brothers have never had any jealous 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 to show encouragement, Denethor left.

It's good. These two people are my hope. They can carry the future of the family.

One is strong and the other is weak. They complement each other.

However, the ruler should not be too weak.

Shaking his head, Denethor slowly walked to the hall on the highest floor to hold a new meeting.

If there is anyone in the world who can most directly experience the strength of Sauron, it must be Denethor.

In the confrontations in recent years, the pressure from the True Knowledge Crystal has become increasingly huge, and the shadow has become increasingly dense.

The revival of the enemy is accelerating.

Under Denethor's order, the guards of the tower where the True Knowledge Crystal is stored have become more stringent.

This is not to protect the True Knowledge Crystal, but to protect others.

It is precisely because he knows the pressure that he dare not let others touch this thing, even his own son.

If someone else comes, even if he accidentally glances at the crystal, he may fall down and fall into a nightmare.

"Huh--"

After the new Gondor high-level meeting ended, Denethor let out a long breath and closed his eyes.

Fortunately.

Fortunately, he can still hold on.

"Then continue, let me see who will be destroyed first..."

"Gondor will never be destroyed before I fall."

...

"Such a big news, I didn't know anything about it."

Inside the Lonely Mountain, Thorin, whose beard was already a little white, frowned.

"That's right, he advised us not to recapture Moria while attacking Angmar."

Ballin on the side echoed, he still couldn't forget the great homeland that the dwarves had lost.

But he was soon refuted by Fili: "This is different, Uncle Balin, Levi didn't let you go to Moria for other considerations."

"Of course I know, I just think... Alas, I don't know how to say it, should we go to help?"

For this question, everyone who participated in this small meeting was a little silent.

"This matter is different from the past. Levi took the initiative, rather than passively accepting it. If we rush over, it is likely to cause trouble and disrupt his arrangements."

Out of a cautious attitude, Thorin suggested:

"About this, maybe we can ask the acting lord of the Valley City. He must have received relevant information."

Has he...?

Thinking of Levi's usual style, the dwarves were a little unsure.

But 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 the Valley City, the gray-haired Bain responded for Levi.

"I discussed it with Uncle Levi before, and he said that we just need to guard our side."

"Well...that's the best."

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 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 where to provide some help, but someone said it was unnecessary, so he honestly did not move.

Of course, it’s not that he blindly trusted, or that he was really honest. He really didn’t have any idea when he was told not to do anything.

It just seemed that it was really unnecessary.

Since this piece of music belongs to humans, let humans do it themselves.

Elrond silently sent his wishes.

Wishes... are always good.

Elsewhere, someone also sent wishes to someone close to him.

"You must live well, Frodo, we love you."

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

The Shire, Buckland.

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 proud of you."

This year, Drogo's wife died in the sorrow of missing her husband day and night.

Primula Baggins (2920~2998).

Frodo personally set up a tombstone for her.

From then on, he was alone.

Sadness is not the whole of life, nor should it be the main theme of life.

With the good wishes of his deceased relatives, Frodo raised his head and faced the sun and the earth.

"You have grown up, Frodo."

Hobbiton, Bag End, Bilbo sighed when Frodo came to visit again.

Thinking back to the past, his parents also died one after another when he was about the same age, leaving him alone to guard the empty Bag End.

Then he was abducted by an old wizard while eating and singing.

I should have hit him harder when I hit his butt.

Faced with Bilbo's encouragement, Frodo smiled.

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 funny person, with many stories and very mysterious. He has been like this since he was a child, and there are still many unknown things about him until now.

"By the way, Frodo."

Bilbo suddenly called him.

He took a deep breath and said, "There is one thing I have always wanted to say, but I can never find a chance."

"What is it, uncle?"

After a brief silence, as if to give Frodo some time to buffer his mind, or as if to prepare himself mentally, Bilbo slowly said:

"In fact, in recent years, I plan to, I plan to... Well, what do you think of Bag End?"

Halfway through his words, Bilbo suddenly changed his words.

"It's good, very good." Frodo nodded blankly.

"That's good."

Bilbo sighed, his eyes were a little complicated.

He still couldn't tell his real plan.

But Frodo was not blind or wooden, and he noticed something strange, so he immediately asked, "What's wrong, uncle, are you troubled?"

"Troubled, yes, troubled, there are indeed some..."

Under Frodo's questioning, Bilbo told all the things he was worried about recently.

"Why are the Sackvilles so bad."

After listening to Bilbo's worries, Frodo condemned from the bottom of his heart.

This family, when Bilbo was out adventuring, spread rumors that he was dead, tried to occupy Bag End, and auctioned off the furniture inside. Later, when Bilbo came back, they still didn't stop and harassed him every day until Levi came to warn him once and they settled down.

But even so, they haven't completely given up. Now they are looking forward to Bilbo's sudden death every day so that they can move in naturally.

"Frodo, in the past, I enjoyed peace and a free life alone, and I hated being disturbed."

"But now, I have enjoyed this kind of peace too much, just like eating, if you eat too much of the same thing, you will get tired of it, and even feel sick in the end."

Listening to Bilbo's story, Frodo was silent for a long time.

"I understand, uncle."

After another silence, Bilbo seemed to have made up his mind. He stared at the book on the table that had been written more than half, and slowly said:

"Frodo, I think..."

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 old uncle.

Not long after this happened, Bilbo made Frodo the heir to his property.

Hearing this news, the Sackville family felt like they were struck by a bolt from the blue. They felt that the sky had fallen.

The last hope was gone.