[Comprehensive British and American] Adventures of the Master

Misty Mountains.

The Fellowship of the Ring team arrived at the foot of the mountain almost day and night.

"No, even the dwarves need to rest, or they won't have the strength to cross the snow-capped mountains." The dwarf Gimli yelled loudly while sitting on his horseback.

The constant bumping on horseback almost knocked him apart, and the dwarf himself couldn't remember how long he hadn't closed his eyes.

"Gandalf, the hobbits must rest too." Strider lifted Sam, who was riding with him, with one hand, and the drowsy hobbit shuddered suddenly, "The next step is to cross the snow mountain." We have to walk."

Sam barely stood on the ground. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and found that it was already dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the misty mountains. Everything looked so beautiful and peaceful.

"The weather is very good now, but crossing the snow-capped mountains at night is still not a good choice. We need to find a sheltered place to rest for the night." Gandalf squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, carefully looking at the horizon, " I hope that the snow-capped mountains tomorrow will be as peaceful as today."

The elf found a corner sheltered from the wind, and everyone unloaded their luggage from the horses, loosened the reins of the horses, and let them go back freely, "Elves raise horses know how to go home." Legolas Somewhat reluctantly, he stroked the horse that had been working hard with him these days. The horse nuzzled him affectionately, and then left with the other horses.

Sam sat down on the ground, leaning against the rock wall, and sighed contentedly. The feeling on horseback was really not very pleasant, not to mention that he had hardly dismounted.

Everyone ate some dry food and drank some water. Legolas was on duty at night, and the others quickly laid a thin blanket on the ground and fell asleep.

At dawn the next day, everyone got up, and after hastily eating the dry food in the morning, they set off.

This trip over the mountain was incredibly smooth. Except for the strong wind mixed with fine snow particles that made it difficult to move, and everyone had to help each other from time to time, there were no accidents.

After dark that day, everyone had climbed over the highest mountain, rested in a depression, and continued down the mountain after dawn.

"It's a good thing we don't have to go the way you said, Gandalf." Maybe it was a major difficulty on the journey that he finally got through safely, Strider let go of the worries he had been worrying all along, and looked relaxed.

"That's right, although we don't know what Saruman is up to, it's obvious that he doesn't care about or forgets to trouble us now. I have to say that we are lucky. I can feel that the deepest part of this mountain There is something here, and the smell is very disturbing, and I can't guarantee that if we go that way, he won't wake him up." Gandalf's tone was relaxed, and he agreed with Strider's words very much.

"So what does that road refer to?" Sam couldn't help asking, he had held this question in his mind for a long time.

"They're talking about Moria." The dwarf replied for Gandalf, and Gimli's expression was a little heavy. "Moria used to be the most proud palace of the dwarves. There were gold gems and mithril everywhere. , The most exquisite craftsmanship of the dwarves was born here, and that was the most glorious era of the dwarves." Gimli's expression was full of nostalgia.

"It's a pity that the dwarves dug too deep, awakening the ancient things in the deepest part of the mountains." Gandalf turned his eyes to the high peaks, "That thing occupied the palace of the dwarves, and the dwarves left Moria and never returned. .”

"My uncle has gone back," Gimli countered Gandalf, but was soon despondent again. "But we haven't heard from it for over a decade, and we don't know if they're still alive."

The crowd fell silent for a while.

Frodo lay on the ground looking up at the starry sky, and he felt it too. The mountain made him feel very uncomfortable, and the rings on his waist were even heavier, making it difficult for him to take steps when climbing the mountain.

It was as if there was a force that attracted him to the deepest part of the mountain.

Frodo was very tired, and soon fell asleep.

It was just dawn the next day.Legolas, the watchman, woke them up.

Everyone ate something indiscriminately and continued down the mountain.

No one complained, everyone wanted to go down the mountain early and leave this dangerous mountain.

At noon, we finally reached the foot of the mountain.Before they had time to rest, Gandalf thought it would be safer to stay away from the snow-capped mountain earlier, so everyone continued on the road, this time they could only rely on walking.

Everyone was walking among the bushes and grass. Compared with before, they were undoubtedly much more relaxed now. Frodo thought of those birds before, "Why didn't those birds appear again?"

Gandalf, who was walking before Frodo, leaning on his staff, heard the hobbit's question, and thought, "I imagined that the birds came from Saruman as well as the Orcs, so I feared that Saruman would The Misty Mountains hindered us, and he was good at manipulating the forces of nature, but we made it through the Snow Mountains safely, so I guess he must have been in a lot of trouble and didn't have the energy to send his birds to watch us."

"Why did he come to trouble us?" Frodo has only met Gandalf as a wizard so far. He thought that wizards are similar to Gandalf.

"I don't know why. I planned to go to Orthanc on the way to find you, but I didn't go. Maybe I need to go once the trip is over."

Frodo could see the puzzlement and uneasiness in Gandalf's tone.

It was night, and they found a place to rest not far from the road.

It was night, nothing happened, and they continued on their way the next day.

At noon, everyone took a rest by the small river.

It was a warm autumn day. There were large bushes growing beside the small river. The bushes were covered with sweet berries, and the air smelled very good.

Just as Frodo seized the time to enjoy this rare leisure time, the elf jumped up.

"Someone is approaching." Legolas frowned tightly, then squatted down and leaned his ears to the ground, listening to Ban for a while, "It is a group of cavalry approaching, there are probably dozens of people."

Everyone quickly packed their bags and ran away quickly.

The dwarf took the ax from his waist and held it tight in his hand, and Frodo's tense hand held the sting Bilbo had given him.

Soon, everyone saw the identity of the pursuers, a group of Orcs riding on the backs of wolves.

The elf and the big buffalo first loaded their bows and arrows, and the humpback wolf in the lead fell down, and Orc also fell from the wolf's back.

At that time, more orcs quickly rushed behind the crowd. They all took out their weapons and held them in their hands, ready to slash at them at any time.

"Run into the woods," Gandalf shouted loudly, and then he swung his staff, and the Orcs in the lead suddenly fell backwards as if hit by an invisible force, flew into the air, and fell heavily on the ground. On the ground, motionless.

The elves and humans shot arrows at the back to cover everyone from escaping, while the dwarf Gilliam took an ax and gave a half-orc who was about to chase him a few times. The giant wolf slowed down in pain, and the half-orc beat him fiercely. mounts, but to no avail.

"Damn Orc, next time we meet again I'll cut it to pieces." The dwarf cursed loudly.

But now there are too many orcs, and it will be a matter of time before everyone has no horses to be caught up.

Just when everyone felt a little helpless, they finally approached the woods gradually.

【"Take them away, the adults said, only one alive is needed."】, the leader Orc said to his subordinates in their rude and evil language.

The rest of the orcs rushed up to the woods.