Everyone stopped at the door. Behind the door was a huge cave or room, and the surroundings were almost dark. After all, in this lush forest, Frodo had to always pay attention to keeping the distance between the pony under his crotch and the rest of his companions when he was on the way. Usually, if he was not careful, the pony, the much larger horse's hooves for the Hobbit would step on the legs of Merry, Pipin, Sam and others.

"Wow, this is really amazing. Look, this cave is so big and terrible. I'm going to say it must be a place for the cannibals to play in the past!" Pipin said. "Everyone, hurry up, it seems not far from the end of the cave. Let's take a look forward and you can rest after confirming that it is safe!"

"I think you are so cautious that you are rare. In fact, you don't need to worry about the safety of the cave near this cave." Shenxingke walked out and said. "This is indeed a she-eating cave, but it has been abandoned for a long time. Of course, you still need to have the necessary vigilance, and it is not an exaggeration to be careful in the wild."

The trail continued to extend from outside the door again, then it turned to the right and went up another slope. Pipin and Merry among the Hobbits were still worried about the safety around them, and usually a pair of smart and careful eyes glanced at the surroundings while running. Sam and the God Walker walked behind, protecting Frodo one by one; because the road was now wide enough to tolerate four or five Hobbits walking side by side. However, they did not go much farther, Pipin ran back with Merry. Judging from their expression, perhaps they must have seen something horrible.

"There is a sheep in front!" Pipin gasped. "Oh my God, Meili's prediction is true! The two of us saw that there was more than one sheep in the enemy, and several of them were sitting and resting not far away!"

"Let's go and see," Shen Xingke was energetic, but he could see that he might not be worried about these things. Instead, Sam, who was brave and fearless along the way, shrank and approached Florida a little after hearing the she-cannibal.

It was already the middle of the sun, and the scorching sun penetrated the gaps in the forest, shining mottled on the ground. The group stopped at the edge of the woods, holding their breath and peeping carefully. As Sam and Merry reported, the three figures were so tall that the sheeboding men were standing up high, and the two and a half-squatted to him were motionless.

The Shenxingke walked forward indifferently. "Get up quickly, old stone statue!" As he said that, he waved his branches hard and smashed the three sheepish men.

As Meili and others looked at each other with fear, the branches broke, but the three sheepdogs were motionless, as if they were lifelike stone statues without any reaction.

The Hobbit people were shocked and even Frodo laughed. "Haha!" Frodo heard the ancient adventure story that Bilbo told him back then. "We even forgot the story of our own family! These must be the three sheepmen who were imprisoned by Gandalf using the sunlight to petrify the sheepmen's characteristics! Merrysam Pipin, you should still remember this story, I told you this story more than ten years ago."

"How did we come here?" Pipin said. He knew very well about the story. Bilbo and Frodo talked about the story. But in fact, he always thought that the other party was bragging. Even now, he still looked at these sheepish men with suspicion, worried that there would be any magic that would make them suddenly wake up.

"You not only forgot the story of your own home, but also forgot about the lifestyle of the sheepmen," Shenxingke, "This is the daytime in the middle of the day. You dare to run back and tell me that there is a sheepmen sitting on the grass and basking in the sun! Moreover, you didn't notice that there is a sheepmen behind the head. For the living sheepmen, this decoration is not too unique!"

They all laughed happily. Frodo felt much better: the evidence of Bilbo's adventure made him feel much more at ease. The sun shone warmly on his body, and the white mist in front of him seemed to have dissipated a little. They rested on this grassland for a while, and even had lunch under the shadow of the sheep's big feet.

"Is anyone willing to give us a song while the day is in full swing?" After everyone finished eating, Merry asked happily. "Oh my God, it's not that I complained on purpose, but that we have not had a beautiful and cheerful song to boost morale."

"To be precise, I haven't sang a song for more than ten days," Frodo said. Others looked at him uneasy. "Don't worry about me!" he added. "My condition is not as severe as I was the one I had in the past few days, but as you have seen, I am exhausted and far from being able to sing!"

"Come on, Sam!" said Merry. "Maybe Mr. Baggins taught you a lot of cheerful songs back then, and now is the time for you to show it."

"Oh? Maybe you guessed it is not correct," said Sam. "I don't know what this is like? I won't call this poetry because it's mostly nonsense. But we all know that Mr. Bilbobaggins's talent makes him write a song that is very beautiful." He stood up, his hands behind him, and must sing the ballad seriously.

After listening to the song, the Hobbits laughed happily.

"Wow! It's really interesting enough." Merry said with a smile. "God walker, fortunately you use branches, not feet!"

"Sam, where did you learn this?" asked Pipin. "I've never heard of this lyrics before?"

Sam muttered a few words. "This is made up by himself," Frodo said. "It seems that we have ignored this companion too much in the past. He may not know what kind of surprise he will bring to everyone next time!"

"Hope not," Sam said. "I don't want to be either!"

......

In the afternoon, they continued to go deeper into the forest. A group of people might be following the path that Gandalf, Bilbo and the dwarves took back then. After walking a few more miles, the road was already far away from the Roaring River, allowing it to flow alone in the narrow valley, while it moved forward close to the hills, bypassing the forests and slopes, towards the foggy mountains and the ferry. Not far away, the god walker found a stone on the grass, carved with weather-beaten runes and secret symbols of the dwarves.

"Look!" said Merry, "Do you remember the story Mr. Bilbo told us back then? I dare say that this is the treasure treasure point of the dwarf recorded in his story. I said Frodo, I don't know how much Bilbo got?"

Frodo looked at the stone and hoped that what Bilbo brought back was not such a striking and indestructible treasure. "He must have not taken it," he said. "If I remember correctly, Bilbo gave all the wealth stolen from the sheep. He knew that the wealth stolen belonged to anyone, and sharing was the only correct way."

In the evening, the avenue hidden in the shadow of the trees was nowhere to be seen. Since there was no other way, they had to climb down the hillside, turn left and walk forward as soon as possible. Soon, the hills blocked the light of the sunset in the west. A gust of cold wind blew down from the mountains in front.

They were about to find a place far away from the avenue, and they could camp and rest at night; suddenly, behind them came a sound that awakened everyone's terrifying memories: the sound of horse hooves. The rapid sound of horse hooves was almost often active in the hobbit people's nightmares like the incarnation of the dream demon. Even as soon as they heard this sound, Frodo and others ran to the bushes one by one without reminding the gods and traveled to hide.

"This doesn't sound like the Black Knight's mount!" Frodo listened carefully. The other Hobbits agreed with hope, but the fears of the past made everyone dare not act rashly. After all, the failed experience reminded them not to believe their delusions too much before witnessing the truth with their own eyes.

The sky became darker and darker, and the leaves in the bushes began to shake slightly, making a slight sound. The sound of the bell became clearer and clearer, accompanied by the clanging sound of bells and the rapid sound of horse hooves. Suddenly, a white horse ran past everyone like a meteor.

It has to be said that this is a handsome mount. The knight's cloak flew behind him, and the hood took off his blonde hair danced in the air. In Frodo's eyes, the knight's whole body was slightly shiny, without any dark temperament like the previous dark horse knight. It has to be said that this series of discoveries led to Frodo's nervousness that had been silently relieved for days.

The God Walker jumped out and rushed to the road, shouting to attract the attention of the other party. However, before he took any action, the knight had already stopped running and looked in their direction. When he saw the God Walker, he immediately dismounted and ran to him and said, "Ainavedui Dnadan! Maegovannen!" Just as the knight's strange pointed ears attracted everyone's attention, the language he spoke was also a beautiful elf. It was confirmed that the person who was riding the horse was actually an elf. The Hobbits were relieved a lot. At the same time, everyone also heard panic and fear from the call, and also noticed that he was talking to the God Walker in a hurry.

Soon, the Shenxingke signaled that they all came down; the group left their hiding place and walked down. "This is Grovindale, who lives in the House of Alon." The Shenxingke introduced.

"I'm very happy to meet you all. In fact, I've been looking forward to meeting this time for a long time!" The elf nobleman said to Frodo. "I was sent out from Rivendale to find you. Lord Elron is worried that you will be attacked, so he specially sent me to protect you."

"So has Gandalf arrived in Rivendell?" Frodo asked happily.

"Not yet. He wasn't there when I set out; but that was nine days ago," replied Grovindale. "Mr. Alon received some very worrying news. Some of our allies in the north and south were at the same time that the enemy's Nine Knights were dispatched, which made us all extremely worried about your safety. Besides, you were carrying heavy burdens without guidance, and even Gandalf lost his trace. There was not much power in Rivendale to fight against the Nine Knights; but Alon sent all those with sufficient abilities to search for your traces north, west, and south. We are afraid that you will get lost in the wilderness."

"My mission is to walk along the main road, leaving a mark on the Misesel Bridge seven days ago. At that time, there were three Soren's servants guarding the bridge, and I drove them to the west; I met two more on the road, but they hid south. Since I fought from there, I turned around like a headless fly and searched around in the direction of your progress, and kept following your journey. We had no time to exchange news. Since you are here, we must venture back from the avenue. Five knights are chasing us behind us. If we delay too much time, the number of enemies who can reach here would be more terrifying, which made me extremely worried. We need to move forward quickly, and I even worried that the enemy might have attacked the ferry at this moment and ambushed us there."

When Grofindale was speaking, the night had already fallen; Frodo felt very tired. From the beginning of the sun set, his strength disappeared quickly as if he had been suddenly pulled away. Not only that, he also felt a little shadow appearing in his vision. At this moment, he was submerged in the wave of pain and was chilling all over. His body was unstable, and in a hurry he could only suddenly stretch out his arm to grab Sam's arm.

"Oh my God! Lord Frodo seems to be getting more seriously injured!" Sam said angrily, "He can't rush after nightfall. He needs rest."

Grofindale held Frodo with a hand, and the brave and intelligent elf looked at the injured Frodo worriedly.

The Shenxingke briefly described the attack on Fengyuntung and the deadly knife. He took out the hilt of the knife that he had deliberately kept and handed it to the elf. As soon as Glenfindell took the hilt, he trembled like an electric shock. He endured the repulsion and fear of the terror of the terror of the knife. Then he tried to analyze the specific curse of the power.

"The evil spell is written on the hilt of the knife," he said, "but you may not see it. Aragorn, you should keep it in custody and take it to Eron's residence! To be honest, I would rather the curse used by the enemy be replaced by something else, at least not as difficult as it is now. What awful! The damage caused by this knife is not something I can cure. I will try my best to help, but because of this, I must ask you to rush to the road without sleep. We don't have much time, so we need to go quickly!"
Chapter completed!