Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth

"Pay tribute to our hero!"

The dwarves are always the first to make a fuss, especially Dain. In some less formal and serious occasions, this lord is quite noisy.

Following the dwarves, it was the humans of Long Lake Town. Bard's frowning brows relaxed for the first time in the past few days and showed a little smile.

But before he could speak, another person next to him jumped out and shouted:

"Welcome back our great hero!"

"Everyone, I saw the dignity and extraordinaryness of this master from the first time we met!"

"Listen to me, everyone shout together: Long live Levi! Long live the great hero!"

Bard's brows, which had finally relaxed, frowned again.

"Alfred, you..."

Bang!

A town resident couldn't help it and kicked him over.

"What are you doing, I'm celebrating for the hero!"

Alfred, who fell to the ground, shouted indignantly.

Bang, snap!

A bunch of townspeople immediately surrounded him and punched and kicked him. Some people even took the opportunity to slap him twice. After a while, he fainted from the pain and was dragged away by the townspeople.

Levi shook his head helplessly.

He couldn't bear to look at this man.

The little episode passed quickly.

Swish--

Suddenly, the elves who had remained silent from beginning to end turned around in unison and saluted Levi.

Thranduil even took the initiative to come over and greeted Levi:

"Welcome back, Levi."

"We are all waiting for you."

Thorin glanced at Thranduil, then at the elf army, and was silent for a second.

Then he went up to Levi and said:

"There will be a banquet to celebrate this victory tonight, I hope you can join us."

"As I promised in the roadside fort before, if one day you come to the dwarf territory, we will definitely respond enthusiastically."

"Now, please allow me to formally say: Welcome to Erebor."

When the two were talking, everyone was quiet, including Gandalf and his party and the lords, who just looked over here with a smile.

Under the gaze of everyone, Levi tidied his appearance and formally replied:

"Levi, at your service."

"Oh--!"

The crowd began to cheer.

After this battle, the Lonely Mountain, Iron Hills, Woodland Kingdom, River Valley and other camps all regarded Levi as an ally, with a status equal to that of a lord, second only to the king.

Of course, it is not only these places that have risen in reputation. In the days to come, this influence will become greater and greater, and spread more and more widely.

Until it radiates to the entire Middle-earth.

Including Mordor.

[Mordor: -5000 (Great Enemy)]

November, 2941 of the Third Age.

On this day, the gates of the Lonely Mountain were open to the outside, and dwarves, elves and humans were coming and going.

The fire in the hall was high, and the table was full of roast meat and strong liquor.

A grand banquet was held.

For the first time, the dwarves, as the host, also took care of the tastes of the elves and provided a lot of fruits, vegetables and light food.

"It's really not easy to get them to stand together harmoniously."

Gandalf said, picking up a grape from the table on the side and throwing it into his mouth.

Not bad, very sweet.

"Actually, it's not very harmonious."

Levi pointed to a large table.

On that table, a dwarf and an elf were drinking.

A large circle of people stood around to cheer them on.

Dwarves prefer malt liquor, which has a relatively low alcohol content, but they drink a lot.

The elves prefer strong liquor such as wine. They may not drink as much as the dwarves, but the alcohol content is not small.

It's not certain who can drink more.

This is a fair competition.

But when it comes to drinking... Legolas must be very talented.

But Levi looked left and right, but couldn't see him.

After the war, Legolas and Tauriel did not go back with them, but left directly, and no one knew where they were now.

It can be seen that this stubborn child didn't want to meet his old father who came to find him.

After eating a few bites of fruit and saying hello to Levi, Gandalf left temporarily, and no one knew what he was going to do.

Seeing that there was nothing to do, Levi just found a table and sat down, eating a few pieces of dwarf's special roast meat to fill his stomach.

However, while eating a few pieces of meat, several dwarves suddenly came up and sat opposite Levi.

"Gloin, Oin, Bifur, Bofur, Bombur... and Balin?"

Levi recognized these dwarves, all of whom were members of the expedition.

"What do you want?"

"I heard that you once knocked out a dwarf who could hold his liquor well, and you didn't get drunk at all?"

"Oh, that's true."

Levi looked at these aggressive dwarves, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Why, do you want to get back at me?"

"I allow you to fight in turns."

"You look down on us too much, Levi."

Groin stared and said, "I admit that you are better than us combined in many other aspects, but in terms of drinking, you dare to say such things in front of the dwarves, which is too arrogant."

"Then you want to compete with me?"

"No..."

Groin shook his head and pushed the widest dwarf behind him forward.

"Bombur, it's your turn!"

"Aha!" Bombur roared, patting his broad figure.

Balin smiled and brought in two large barrels of spirits and filled the glasses one after another.

The other dwarves watched from behind, witnessing the competition.

While a banquet was held in the hall of Gushan.

In front of the throne, Thorin held the Arkenstone and stared ahead for a long time, silent.

The scenes from my youth are vivid in my mind.

At that time, my grandfather was sitting on the throne, and he and his father were standing on either side.

He just watched his grandfather swallow the white gem that belonged to the elf, his eyes full of surprise.

"I'm not you, Grandpa."

Thorin said softly, putting down the Arkenstone and not looking at it for another second.

"Thorin."

Walking to the door of the hall, a gentle voice suddenly came.

There is a person who has been waiting here for a while.

"Gandalf."

"You look like you're in good shape."

Gandalf came over cheerfully, and rarely smiled in front of Thorin.

"There's never been a better time than now."

Thorin replied:

"I feel like a wanderer who has been trekking in the wilderness for hundreds of years. Hatred and obsession oppress me all the time."

"Today, they are finally gone and I finally have a home again."

"Okay, pretty good."

Gandalf couldn't stop nodding.

He suddenly said:

"Thorin, there is something I haven't told you."

"What?"

"That's your father. Thraine asked me to convey it to you on his behalf. He said -"

"He has always loved you, Thorin."

Thorin's breath hitched, and there was a hard lump in his throat.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"I see."

"Thank you, Gandalf."