"Saruman is here!" Pipin said happily.

Zhao Mai nodded and said to the halfling: "Thank you for telling me." He asked Zeratu and Thrandis to practice on their own, then got up and walked towards the palace.

"No, Saruman is in the direction of the entrance to the valley, and Elrond is there too."

"I know, Pipin. I'm going to look for Frodo, who is still resting in the palace. Is Sam there too?"

"Oh, Frodo, he's right there. What are you going to do with him?"

"Someone has to protect his safety. By the way, do you believe me?"

Merry rushed over and gasped on Pipin's shoulder, but this did not stop Pipin from talking. "You are a very brave man, we believe in you. You saved Frodoye from the Ring Spirit! Of course, and Aragon, he is also a good man, but he made us very tired and not full along the way. Mr. Tverdo, how many meals do you think we are better for a day?"

"As long as it is grown by oneself or exchanged for labor, you can eat it when you are hungry, and you don't have to stick to a few meals."

"You really understand our halflings!" Pipin's favorability towards Zhao Mai suddenly increased to a higher level.

When Saruman entered Rivendell, Frodo was watching the welcome crowds below on the balcony of the palace. After being stabbed by the Witch King, he felt that the world was different. Even surrounded by flowers, flowing water, birds singing and shade, he could not relax, and had a strange sense of alienation from the surrounding environment. Whether it was seen by the eyes, smelled by the nose or heard by the ears, it was always like a layer of hazy gauze.

"Master Frodo, aren't you packing your things?"

"What are you doing to pack up, Sam?" Frodo turned his head and watched the chubby Sam stuffing things into the package. The branches and leaves of birch trees, a handful of oak seeds, a whole jar of soil here, and a small bag of various petals. His package was as round and cute as his body shape.

"Of course it's to prepare for the return home." Sam said: "Master Gandalf asked us to come here, we came. It's fun to see the elves, but it's not good to see them all. I began to miss Charles. If I go back, I can still be before sowing. I have always envied the big oak tree on the Bag Pot (Frodo Residence). This time I asked the elves to send me many acorns, and I can plant them even when I go back."

Yes, Big Oak. Frodo nodded. The oak was planted by his great-breaster Bilbo Baggins to commemorate the friend Thorin Oak Shield he had met in the adventure. Of course, there are dragons, the treasures of Lone Mountain, and the extremely dazzling light of the Aken gem. Frodo missed Charles too, but what could he bring back to this adventure? His chest, where he was stabbed by the Witch King, began to hurt again.

"This time the story cannot be compared with Mr. Bilbo. There is no dragon, no cave troll that will turn into stone, but the story of an elves is a good story. If there is no terrible Black Knight (Ring Spirit), then it would be even better. But the most regrettable thing is that there is no Gandalf's fireworks. If he can cast fireworks on Rivendell, then it would be even more beautiful!"

"Maybe your dream will come true one day." Zhao Mai appeared behind them and walked over with reserve grain and Xiaohua.

"Mr. Tverdo, thank you for saving me. I have always wanted to ask you for your thanks, but the Elf King said that my body has not responded yet and will not let me leave the room. And I see from here that you have been busy teaching the Elf, so you have not disturbed you." Frodo wiped his hands on his body, and then bowed to Zhao Mai. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, I'm happy to help." Zhao Mai smiled and accepted his gratitude, and then said, "The situation is quite complicated now, so I'll tell you a long story short. Because Gandalf didn't show up, you may be in danger now. But please remember, for me, a friend who has lost his memory, it is also because of my natural responsibility, that I will protect you. You have received my guarantee."

After hearing these words, it was obvious that Frodo was very nervous. "Danger? Where did the danger come from? We are in Rivendale, isn't this the safest place on the mainland?"

"Danger looks for danger, and you are wearing something that attracts danger the most. I can feel...I can see what you carry, and that is a heavy burden for you, but unfortunately, you still have to continue wearing it."

"Can you see?" Frodo reached out and was about to take out the Supreme Lord Ring, while Zhao Mai reached out and stopped him: "Please hold it away, hide it, don't give it to anyone. Someone is coming."

Zhao Mai turned around and blocked the door of the room with his body. Saruman walked towards this side, accompanied by the elf king Elrond. It was an energetic old man, with gray hair and beard straight up to his chest. His eyes were deep and wise, and every expression, even the slight shaking of wrinkles, seemed to be full of deep meaning. In his hand, there was a black staff. The cold metal stretched out four spikes at the top, and the milky white ivory crystal stone was inlaid in the middle. The image was almost the same as his magic tower Osankta.

He was heard from afar, with the power of listening and approval in his voice. However, when he saw Zhao Mai, his laughter came to an abrupt end. "Which elf is this? Why should he block his way?"

"You can't pass here." Zhao Mai looked directly at Saruman. "Get back and leave. I won't let you pass."

"What a bold courage!" Saruman beat the ground with his staff, and then said, "Mr. Elrond, is this your elf guard? Is it so bold? But if he is executing the order and knows who I am, I will reward him."

"This..." The Elf King blinked and said, "This is the warrior who came to help us, blocking the ring spirits on the banks of the Xiangshui River, and even fighting with the Witch King Angma, protecting our borders and security. He was a little nervous, can you understand this?"

"Fighting Angma? Is this true?" Saruman narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao Mai: "I must say this to a lucky elf. The Witch King is definitely not in his state, otherwise it will be difficult for him to live like this. Although the evil power will eventually fail, we must not take it lightly because of this, especially not to exaggerate the results of the battle and breed the desire to underestimate the enemy."

He took another step forward, but Zhao Mai was not shaken at all and still stood at the door: "I am blocking you here, not accepting anyone's orders, so you don't have to look for others, just come to me. Kurunil, I have known you for a long time, and you can't get in with me here. Let's leave now."

Saruman collapsed half a step forward, and his robe rubbed against the ground with a rustling sound. Frodo came behind Zhao Mai and looked out from the side. Saruman glanced at it, then smiled meaningfully. He seemed to have given up the idea of ​​continuing to move forward, and said to the elf: "Okay. Lord Elrond, can you tell me where my room is?"
Chapter completed!