The Collection of The End

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Frodo is awake,

But there was only darkness before his eyes.

After being stabbed by the strangely named "Mushroom Blade", the pain and numbness that gradually blurred his consciousness continued to spread from the wound. At the same time, everything in front of him was gradually darkening.

This feeling is difficult to explain. It is not the "black" in color or the "darkness" when there is no light.

If he insisted on speaking, he felt like he was in a thick fog that gradually separated him from everything outside, and slowly but firmly assimilated him into a part of the fog. In the process In the middle, everything that is visible, audible, and accessible gradually becomes blurred, and because the "fog" also cuts off the light, he thinks that he is in the "darkness", but in fact, the surroundings are just " Nothing" nothing.

Frodo judged that if this situation continues to develop, he will definitely become the same existence as those ring spirits, which is what Aragorn calls the "ghost".

The herbs that Aragorn found, said to relieve the "mushroom wound", only made his wound no longer painful, but he was completely helpless with the slow and firm "isolation".

At the beginning, Frodo could still perceive that he found a big horse and three ponies, and took him and Sam, Meri, and Piping on the road day and night, and he was very cooperative to stay awake.

But as time went by, Frodo's perception of the outside world became more and more blurred, and he could not even be sure whether he was really awake or whether he was awake in a dream.

However, because once he fell asleep, he would become a wandering spirit, perhaps his current state is still the former.

So, judging from the combination of the gray and black color blocks around, the group of people may still be on their way, and they may have reached a valley with a river somewhere—perhaps they have reached Rivendell?

Da Da, Da Da, Pasha.

At this moment, there was a sound of horseshoe stepping across the gravel road and then stepping across the shallow water.

For Frodo, who hadn't heard a normal voice for a long time, it was natural, so he subconsciously looked up, or said, "I feel like I've raised my head and looked in the right direction."

Pasha, Pasha.

The first thing that emerged from the thick fog was a white horse...no, judging from the gleaming silver unicorn on its forehead, it should be a unicorn, sitting sideways on the back of the unicorn. She was a girl with black hair, black eyes, pointed ears, a white dress and neckband ornaments. She was exuding a faint white light, making the “fog” unable to get close to her and the unicorn under her seat. Divide.

If the appearance is quantified, and the appearance score of Miss Rose in the town of Bangshui is 5, Frodo thinks: She is 130.

The 130-point elf girl looked at Frodo with a faint smile on her face, and then spoke.

"[Elvish language] mennooninieliadannenannin~ (abandon me to protect

"[Elvish language] honleithoo-ngurth~ (to keep him safe

There was a soft elf language. Although Frodo didn't know what it meant, the string that had been stretched suddenly loosened. His instinct told him that he could fall asleep now, and he didn't have to worry about becoming a wandering soul. Up.

After a brief thought, Frodo chose to trust his instincts.

—Third Age, 3018, October 24 —

Rivendell.

"[Elvish language] Lastobethnin, (listen to my words)."

"[Elvish] tolodannangalad. (Return to the light

As a low but rhythmic male voice sounded, Frodo slowly awakened from his deep sleep.

But after opening his eyes, they had to close them again because of the gold, silver, and white eyes.

The darkness in front of me was too long, and it was temporarily impossible to look directly at the light that was too bright.

"Where is this..." Frodo asked, feeling the soft bedding under him, and his arms that were no longer painful but only slightly numb.

Even in the short time he opened his eyes, he clearly saw the person beside the bed.

"Elfland, Rivendell, the city of Elrond, and your destination." The man replied.

"Then, what time is it now?" Frodo asked again.

"October 24, 10 o'clock in the morning," the man replied: "You were in a coma for about two weeks, but luckily, there were no sequelae."

"Um...Um..." Frodo tried to open his eyes again. This time, the golden sunlight, silver interior decoration and pure white walls did not stop him.

"Gandalf!" Frodo bounced off the bed and rushed towards the gray-robed old man by the bed.

"Oh, sorry, I'm late," Gandalf caught the Hobbit and patted him on the back: "You have suffered undue suffering."

"No, you have done a good job, especially the excellent guide," Frodo said, "I have never seen such an excellent person."

"Really?" Gandalf's hand shook: "It's a pity that he is not here now, and he is taking his battle group to clean up the surrounding Mordor troops. I can't hear your praise."

"Isn't that dangerous?" Frodo asked.

"Um..." Gandalf said with a toothache-like expression: "His name of'Strider' has resounded through the wilderness, and the real danger is the guy he has identified as the'enemy'."

"Really? Can you tell me more about Mr. Aragon's deeds?" Frodo let go of Gandalf and sat back on the bed: "I didn't find a chance to ask him before, and then he fell into a coma."

"Um... uh," Gandalf hesitated for a moment, and said, "He is the legend who has gained the fastest reputation in recent years, but outsiders must have never imagined that he worked so hard to become King Gondor and join Rivendell. Princess Evening Star is married."

"Princess Twilight Star..." Frodo remembered what she saw before he fell into a coma. The 130-minute-looking elf girl hanging around her neck seemed to be a black ornament that resembled a twilight star.

"Does it look like the'Legend of Princess Lucian'?" Gandalf said, "Interestingly, the legendary'Morning Star' princess who gave up immortality and only wanted to be with the short-born species for a lifetime is the'Twilight' princess. Princess Star's great-grandmother."

"Um...sniff, sniff." Frodo didn't think about how to respond for a while, but suddenly some scent that didn't belong to the wizard city came in his nose, so he turned to Gandalf: "You have sulfur, flames, molten iron, and Does the smell of forging weapons have something to do with these things?"

"There is a part of the reason, but the bigger reason is that I made a mistake," Gandalf nodded and shook his head, got up and walked to the door, and opened the door of the delicate elf house: "You can listen to the other party's statement first. ."

Boom!

The door halfway opened was completely knocked open by a small figure galloping, and then the person who hit the door rushed to Frodo with a plate of snacks: "Bakins~ this is what I'm searching. I found it in the elves' kitchen. Would you like to try it?"

"..." Frodo looked at the brilliant blue "jewel" on the plate: "No, thank you."

At this moment, there was a lot of noise outside.

"[Elandil's Light] Theft! Look at these dirty dwarves!"

"Don't think we are afraid of you! Hold the tree's pointed ears!"

Frodo looked at Sophie.

Sophie blinked, with an expression that didn't understand what was happening.

"I thought it would be safe to send the Lord of the Rings here, but," Gandalf shook his head and took away the "blue gem" from the plate: "Now it seems that this difficult journey is just outside the house. It's just one foot."