Chapter 312 The End of an Era

"Until the Balrog's movements are clear, it's best for them to stay calm and not take risks."

Levi initiated the instructions.

"I'll go talk to them about it."

Gandalf agreed and added: "In addition, I will also keep an eye on the news in this regard and will inform you as soon as there is any progress."

"Tea is ready!"

Then Bilbo's voice came from inside the house.

So the private murmuring between the two ended.

"Come here."

Levi and Gandalf set out to walk in and find their seats.

This afternoon tea was quite relaxing.

However, the time of ease is always short-lived.

After afternoon tea, it was time to say goodbye.

Levi and Gandalf walked together to the roadside fortress.

The two of them talked about a lot on the way, including Levi's recent performance in killing the Balrog - which in Gandalf's opinion was indeed recent, as well as Aragorn's return, new events in the East, etc.

Gandalf recalled: "I heard news about the two blue-robed wizards from Aragorn. It seems that their work has made some progress."

"What news did he bring back?" Levi asked.

I haven’t heard anything about the east and south sides for a long time. These two places must have changed a lot over the years.

"The news from Khand is that because the new king there does not surrender to Mordor, even if he still donates treasures to Mordor every year, he is in a very difficult situation."

"That nomadic nation is surrounded by Mordor, the East, and Harad. There is nothing they can do. There is nothing anyone can do."

"Well, unless you give up everything here and move there directly for a long time."

This matter is really helpless, Li Wei is too far away from the Free City, and Mordor is at the doorstep. Even if the king of Khand does not want to get involved in these things, he must either surrender or perish.

If this small country had not continued to donate various supplies to Mordor every year, and Sauron's orders had been smoothly issued and implemented, the Nazgul would have come to talk to those in power.

When the Nazgul want to have a heart-to-heart talk, they will literally tear out their hearts.

If the Khand want to become independent, they will need some new allies.

In the far east, Sauron tightly controls the lands close to Mordor, and other places that are not connected to Mordor have not yet been eroded by darkness. These places are all allies that can be fought for.

This is what Lanpao is doing now.

They discussed each other word by word, and not long after, the two arrived at Bree.

Affected by the roadside fort, this town is now much richer than before, and people's living standards have skyrocketed visibly.

In addition, rangers often appear, and the villains who used to gather in dark corners no longer have room to live, and they have completely disappeared from Bree.

As soon as he arrived in Bree, Gandalf went straight to the Prancing Pony Inn. He seemed to be familiar with the owner there.

After meeting Gandalf, the boss was very enthusiastic. He waved hello to Gandalf immediately and even came to entertain him personally.

Gandalf was never disappointed by the kindness and enthusiasm of others. He responded enthusiastically to the boss and ordered two glasses of ale to take care of the business here.

Fresh foaming ale was brought to the table by the boss, and Gandalf turned around and brought the two glasses of wine back to a table in the corner, handing one of them to Levi, who was wearing a wide hood.

"Thanks."

Levi raised his glass, raised his head slightly, and drank more than half of the glass of beer.

Looking at Levi's wide hood, Gandalf joked: "You have finally learned to do things in a low profile."

"no way."

Levi shrugged.

"I never thought that I would be able to disturb the order of the surrounding area just by showing my face."

“Sometimes being too famous is not a good thing.”

This is indeed a bit helpless.

Today is different from the past. Levi is no longer just an adventurer. His presence and limelight are too strong to be concealed.

Even if most of his face is covered, he can still feel some vague gazes coming from all directions from time to time - mainly from the rangers resting here.

They recognized Li Wei immediately, but they didn't come to disturb him. Li Wei waved his hand, and they looked away and continued to do their own things.

After a while, both glasses of ale were finished.

Maybe Gandalf was really hungry. After drinking a glass of wine, he ordered a plate of barbecue, a piece of bread and some sweet and sour jam to eat with it.

Pretty good at matching.

Levi was also hungry after seeing it. He immediately stopped the passing waitress and gestured to Gandalf: "I want the same one as him."

"good--"

"And me, I want one too."

At this time, another voice came.

There was a tall figure sitting next to Li Wei, with a dusty aura.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Levi, and Gandalf."

"Aragorn."

Gandalf called the name of the one who called it out.

"Why are you here?" Levi also turned his head and asked.

"Under Alatar's request, he asked me to say hello to you and Falodan on his behalf."

Levi nodded: "It seems that you get along well."

Aragorn's journey is over.

Within one meal, Levi and Gandalf also knew his plan.

In 2952, Aragorn left Rivendell and traveled through Middle-earth, leaving his achievements and rumors in various regions.

In 2981, this year, after many trials, countless battles, and the good and evil of people, Aragorn, with many traces of frost on his face, returned to the Lonely Land and returned to his own tribe.

He will act together with his tribe in the next few days.

After leaving Bree, the three of them separated and continued to move forward along the path they set.

Gandalf traveled around, Aragorn went straight to the northern front, and Levi returned to the roadside castle to deal with various matters as usual.

Thanks to the operation mode of the territory, there are not many things that he needs to do personally, and the daily workload is not large.

That is, as usual, he regularly reads reports, speeds up the handling of trivial matters in the territory, and intervenes when he sees any projects, greatly speeding up the progress.

The days passed unknowingly.

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Until 2982, a Hobbit was born in Frodo's hometown. His name was Merry, Meriadoc Brandybuck. Frodo's mother went back to her hometown to visit the child. After returning, she told Drogo about it. Frodo also knew about the existence of this younger brother who was a dozen years younger than him and could be related to him.

Another year later, good news came from Gondor. Denethor's second child, 'Faramir', was born. When the child was one month old, Levi went to Gondor to visit.

He also reached out and held him.

The newborn was very healthy, and Denethor was still the same, and seemed very energetic.

But there was a hint of silence and seriousness.

This silence was related to Ecthelion.

Now Ecthelion is ninety-seven years old. He often loses his mind. Even if Levi walked to him, he took a while to recover.

The recognized wise old chancellor said: "I don't know when time began to make people afraid."

"Maybe when it became meaningless."

Levi moved a chair and sat opposite Ecthelion.

"How are you recently?"

The old man said slowly: "Everything is fine."

He looked at Levi.

"You seem to be fine too?"

"As usual."

"That's good."

Ecthelion nodded and said: "I always have a foreboding feeling recently, a shadow is approaching."

"Denethor's burden will be heavy, but fortunately he is very strong."

Levi nodded in approval.

"I believe this, I have always seen his growth over the years."

"Yes."

Ecthelion sighed: "He will continue to go on."

The two talked a lot that day.

They talked about Gondor, Mordor, and the future. They even got up and went for a walk, from the White City to the fortress of Cair Andros in the Anduin River, and then walked back to the White City from Cair Andros.

It was a good walk.

Spring went and autumn came, and then the cold weather approached.

In the spring of the second year, Levi came to Gondor again to visit this old friend.

At the same time, it was also a final farewell.

Located in the sacred place of Minas Tirith, the Prime Minister's Tomb, in a wide arched hall, Denethor stood silently in front of a marble tomb bed, looking at the portrait carved on it, his eyes a little absent-minded.

The slight sound of footsteps came from behind, pulling him back from his absent-mindedness.

A flower was placed on the top of the tomb.

His shoulders sank, and Denethor turned his head and felt a little heat - from the man's armor.

"You know, many years later, I can still remember that summer, that afternoon, the four of us ran on the land of Rohan, drank the hard-to-drink mushroom soup, and then ate fresh grilled fish."

"Everything is so nostalgic, the past and adventure, these two words combined together can always give birth to beautiful memories."

Levi patted Denethor on the shoulder and said, "Your father has always been optimistic about you. He believes that you can do everything and can shoulder the future of this country."

"How are you going to answer now?"

Under the solemn walls and majestic dome, Denethor's voice was particularly clear.

"I will."

In 2984, Ecthelion II died at the age of ninety-eight, and his son Denethor succeeded him as prime minister.

So far, an era has truly come to an end.

A new piece of music quietly sounded.

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