"It's so strange. When I put on the ring, I saw a figure with a shiny and white glow standing beside me. Is that Grofindale?"

"Yes, what you see is his body in the underworld. The souls of the elves are pure. Even if they may have arrogance, arrogance in front of outsiders, or other minor problems that others may cause others to dislike, but in the final analysis, their souls are still flawless and uninfected by evil. Their existence is also a clear proof, a proverb that Rivendell also has a representative figure who can protect himself in front of the demon king's soldiers. Of course, the demon king's power is extremely powerful at this moment, and his dark plot makes the current situation very chaotic."

"But," he suddenly stood up, and the beard on his chin became chaotic and refused to lie down: "Fear is not the reason for us to retreat. In any case, we need to destroy the ring as planned on the spot to defeat the Demon King. But you still need to rest now, here, at least before you set out, you don't need to worry about safety. With us, the enemy will not pose any threat to you."

"Oh. Gandalf, in fact, I don't know how much courage I have to face the enemy's soldiers at the moment." Frodo said: "But I'm not worried yet. As long as I let me know the news from my friends first and tell me the end of the ferry incident, I will keep silent for the time being. Oh my God, don't torture my curiosity. Tell me what happened at the ferry at that time. I'll go to bed after you talk." Gandalf moved the chair to the edge of the bed and looked at Frodo carefully.

The Hobbit is like a patient who has just recovered from a serious illness. Under the careful care of the elves, his pretty face has long turned blood again. At this time, looking at Frodo who was smiling at him, the worry in Gandalf's eyebrows has not been reduced at all. After all, judging from Frodo's level of soul wounded, his real body situation has not been completely restored.

"I think it's normal for you to have this question." Gandalf said to himself: "Maybe our fate is extremely mysterious after all, just like we met just right at the ferry..." Speaking of this, Gandalf looked at Florida deeply.

"You look great," he said loudly, "I will tell you a story without Alon's consent. However, the story is very short, and you have to sleep after you finish it. This is what I know exactly happened at that time. Once you run away, the knights will follow you. They no longer need the guidance of horses, because you are right in front of them, and half of your foot has stepped into the secluded realm. In addition, the rings are constantly calling on them. Your friends hide on the side of the road and avoid the galloping black knights. They know that if the elf horse cannot save you, there is no other way to save you. The black knights are too fast and they cannot catch up; the black knights are too many to resist. Without mounts, even if Aragorn and Grovindale join forces, they cannot defeat the nine ring spirits."

"When the ring spirits passed by them, your friends followed closely. There was a small clearing near the ferry near the roadside, blocked by a few trees. They quickly set fire there. Because Grofindale knew that if the Black Knights intended to cross the river, the river would rise; and they had to deal with the knights who had not stepped into the river. As soon as the flood appeared, he rushed out, and Aragorn and the others followed behind with torches. Under the attack of water and fire, another elves nobles showed their true form, and their aura was frustrated; and their mounts were frightened. Three knights were washed away by the first flood, and the others were thrown into the river by the out-of-control horses.

Inside, submerged in the flood.”

"Is this the end of the Black Knight?" Frodo asked.

"No," Gandalf said: "Their mounts must be done. Without them, the knights' movements will be greatly limited, but the Ring Spirits cannot be destroyed so easily. However, we do not need to worry about them at this moment. Your friends crossed the river after the flood subsided and found you lying on the bank, pressing a broken sword under your body, and the Divine Horse stood beside you to protect you. You were pale and cold, and everyone was worried that you were dead and even turned into a dead spirit. Elron's fellow citizens met them and hurriedly sent you to Rivendale."

"Who caused the flood?" Frodo asked.

"This is Elon's order," Gandalf replied, "The river in this valley is under the control of his will. When he needs to defend the ferry, the flood will arise. When the head of the Ring Spirit stepped into the river, he released the flood. I must admit that there are some of my creativity in it: you may have noticed that some waves have turned into mighty white horses carrying shiny white armored knights, and there are many rolling boulders in the water. At that time, I was worried that the power of the flood we released might wash you all away. This is the snow water melting from the misty mountains, with extraordinary momentum."

"Yes, I remember it now," Frodo said. "The deafening sound. I thought I would be drowned in the water with my friends and enemies, but we were still unscathed!"

Gandalf glanced at Frodo, but he had closed his eyes. "You are all fine now. Soon we will hold banquets and dances to celebrate the victory of the Bru Nan Ferry Crossing, and you will be one of the protagonists who are fortunate to be invited."

"That's great!" Frodo said: "It's so honorable that great people like Elron and Grofindale, not to mention the gods, are willing to spend a lot of effort on me, such a trivial guy."

"There is a good reason," Gandalf said with a smile. "I am one of them, and the Ring is the other: you are the Ring holder. And you are the heir to Bilbo, the Ring discoverer."

"Wow! Bilbo!" Frodo said in a daze: "I don't know where he is. I really hope he can hear all the stories here. I will make him laugh happily. The cow flew to the moon! And that poor shemale!" He fell asleep as soon as he finished speaking.

Frodo is now safely living in the last shelter in the east of the Sea. Here, as Bilbo said many years ago, "whether you like food, sleep, sing, tell stories, sit and daze or all of the above, this is the perfect place to live." Because staying here can cure people's fatigue, fear and sorrow.

As the night gradually came, Frodo woke up again. He found that he no longer felt tired or wanted to sleep, but was hungry and needed a lot of food and drink to replenish his energy. After that, it would be better to have some singing and storytelling afterwards. He got off the bed, stretched his whole body, and found that his arms were almost as intact as before. He found a few very fit green clothes and immediately changed into it. Frodo walked to the mirror and found a much thinner hobbit than before looking at him: he looked like the young hobbit who had been walking around with Bilbo before; but his eyes seemed thoughtful and full of sorrow.

"Yes, you've got a little more experience than the frog in the well before," he said to the reflection in the mirror: "It's time to have fun!" He stretched out his arm and blew the silly tune.

At that moment, after a knock on the door, Sam ran in. He ran to Frodo in three steps and two steps, showing a look of surprise and joy, holding his left hand. Sam touched the hand gently and then blushed excitedly, and turned his head awkwardly.

"Hi! Sam!" Frodo said.

"It's warm!" Sam said, "Mr. Frodo, I mean your left hand, which has been cold for several nights. We should cheer loudly!" He shouted and turned his head, his eyes flashing with excitement, and began to dance, "Sir! I'm so glad to see you safe! Gandalf asked me to come over and see if you can get out of bed, and I thought he was joking."

"I'm ready," Frodo said: "Let's go and see the other companions!"

"I can take you to them, sir," said Sam. "The house is big and a little strange. You will always encounter new rooms, and you can't guess when a corner will appear before you, and there are elves! Here, there are elves! Some elves are as noble as kings and as kings, some as innocent as children, and there are many music and ballads - but since I came here, I haven't had many opportunities to enjoy these things, but I've gradually learned about the style of the place."

"Sam, I know what you've been busy with before," Frodo said, putting his shoulders on his arms, "You should let go of your mind tonight and enjoy it. Come on and take me around!"

Sam took him through several corridors, crossed many stairs, and came to a highland garden next to the steep slope by the river. He saw his friends chatting on the porch east of the house. The valley below was covered with a layer of shadow, but the sun still had the afterglow of the sun on the edge of the mountain. The weather was quite warm, the rushing streams and the sound of waterfalls was very noisy, and the evening air was filled with the fragrance of trees and flowers, as if Earl's garden was still stuck in the gorgeous time of summer.

"Long live!" Pipin jumped up: "This is our noble friend! Give the way to Frodo, the Lord of the Rings!"

"Shh!" Gandalf said from the shadow behind the porch. "Evil things cannot invade this valley, but we cannot easily mention him. The Lord of the Rings is not Frodo, but the master of the evil tower of Mordor. His evil spirit has extended to this world again! We are trapped in the bunker, but the outside world is facing dusk."

"Gandalff has often said this to encourage us recently," Pipin shrugged: "He always thinks I should be well-managed. But for some reason, I just can't feel depressed here, and if I knew what song to sing now, I'd already sang loudly."

"I feel like I want to sing," Frodo said with a smile, "but now I want to eat and drink!"

"We can cure you soon," said Pipin. "You are indeed a ghost spirit. You will be dead and appear when we are about to have a meal!"

"This is not just a meal, it's a banquet!" said Merry, "As soon as Gandalf informed us that you were well, we started preparing immediately." Before he could finish his words, he was immediately interrupted by many bells; this was the bell that summoned them into the hall.

The hall of the House of Alone was filled with people, mostly elves, but there were several guests of other races. Alone sat down on the throne at the end of the long table as usual, with Grofindale sitting on one side and Gandalf on the other.

Frodo looked at them in surprise; for he had never seen Eron who appeared in many legends before; and Grofindale, even Gandalf, who he thought he had known for a long time, exuded a noble spirit that could not be seen by others.

Gandalf was shorter than the other two, but his long white hair, flowing beard and broad shoulders made him look like a king who had emerged from ancient legends. On his weather-beaten face and under his thick eyebrows were dark charcoal eyes, like charcoal fire, suddenly burst out when the time was ripe.

Grofindale is tall and strong. He has blonde hair, handsome facial features without fear, and full of joy. His eyes are shiny and his words are as pleasant as music. Others can see that he is wise and has authority in his hands, and he is definitely not a person who can be underestimated.

Aaron's face seemed to be unaffected by the years, neither old nor young, but there were many traces of joy and sorrow on it. His hair was as dark as the shadow before dawn, with a small silver crown on it. His eyes were as gray as the clear evening, with a faint starry light. On the outside, he seemed to be a wise king who had experienced countless years of baptism, but the courage he exuded was like a battle-producing warrior. He was the master of Rivendell, the most outstanding top figure among the elves and humans.
Chapter completed!