Chapter 1150 1132. Return
At the edge of the old forest, Lan En and Gandalf first watched Bilbo leading the pony and walking away towards the green grassy and peaceful Shire.
The two of them will also separate next.
"I really hope you can go to the White Council with me again."
Gandalf said to Lan En with great regret, holding his wand.
"Last time you stopped Saruman's mouth, which made me feel a lot more relaxed."
"He is a strong and focused person, so I have no dissatisfaction with him presiding over the meeting. He just always targets me, doing things like It makes me very passive in every meeting.”
The old wizard led his cow-colored horse while hanging the drooped silver scarf around his neck.
Under the lush white beard, a mouth kept mumbling.
"This is your trouble, Gandalf." Lan En said easily. "I also have my own things to do."
"Tom Bombadil?"
Walking on the edge of the old forest, Gandalf looked into the forest and uttered a name at the same time.
“Are you going to find him?”
“What if?” The witcher shrugged, “He had a friendly face when he entertained me, but then he turned around and turned around and turned me around. Throw it out."
As he spoke, Lan lowered his head to his side and looked at the old wizard's pointed hat.
"Why, you also want to meet him? Well, maybe this will be helpful to your career."
Gandalf's gray pointed hat, which originally shrugged with his steps, appeared obviously He was stiff and hesitant, but in the end, he returned to normal.
"No." Gandalf was still a little hesitant in his first sentence, but he was completely relieved in his second sentence. "Well, it still doesn't work!"
"As I said to you, this ancient creature cannot understand our struggle and persistence. He also appreciates good and resists evil, but he does not understand it. Sensitive."
"He will curb the spread of evil out of his own conscience, but this curb is not strict or firm, because he does not understand."
"That's it." Gandalf glanced at Old Linzi again. "Let this ancient existence stay peacefully in its own territory."
"Okay, okay." Lan En agreed perfunctorily from the side, "The words of our old wizard are really meaningful. , It’s so profound and unusual.”
“But I’m going to look for him again.”
Gandalf looked up at the tall demon hunter beside him with disdain, and then his beard dropped. With a curl of his lips, he waved the sleeves of his gray robe and walked forward.
"Then we look forward to seeing you again in the future, Dragon Slayer Lan En."
"Goodbye, and I wish you good health and long life, Gandalf the Grey."
As he said this, Lan En himself laughed.
Bless a Maia for health and longevity. The time Gandalf has witnessed may be longer than this world.
The old wizard didn't look back, but shook his broad gray robe sleeves as a greeting as he walked away.
Lan En, Qilin and Rongbuqiu looked at each other, and then walked towards the old forest together.
This old forest looked featureless from the outside, but when they entered it, they had a strange feeling.
Lan En, Qilin, and Velvet Ball only felt that the lush vegetation was spontaneously giving way to branches and vines blocking the way.
The dewy grass is not slippery either.
In this intentional or unintentional way of giving way, they were naturally led to a place.
After walking to an open space, the roaring bear head pendant around the witcher's neck began to beat spontaneously.
And Lan En's eyes also showed a look that was indeed the case.
A small river flows through the edge of this clearing, and a huge willow tree grows on the dirt on the bank of the river.
The trunk and bark are full of knots and scars, showing the tree's age.
With a narrow smile on his face, the witcher walked over and kicked the trunk of the willow tree with his toes.
“Bang bang, hey, are you really honest?”
The strange thing is that there is obviously no wind, but the willow branches that were originally close to Lan En's side have moved to the other side.
It seems like she is despising and avoiding him.
Flannel Ball sat on Qilin's back, and came closer to look at the old willow tree curiously.
This is the old man from the willow tree who wanted to eat them.
A leisurely and soothing song came from far away from the woods, and kept getting closer.
Qilin turned around amid the clatter of the horse's hooves, and Lan En simply leaned against the old man Willow, standing with his arms crossed, looking at the direction where the singing was coming from.
Sure enough, less than half a minute later, there was a sound of tree branches rubbing against each other.
A yellow hat with blue swan feathers emerged from the woods first.
Then there was a round face with a smile that seemed to be eternally happy, and a face with red beard and red hair.
Then there is the body wearing a blue coat.
He was about the same stature as a dwarf. He was holding several green pine branches in one arm and holding a cane in the other hand.
“Ah ah ah! You guys are back!”
As if he had known it for a long time, Tom Bombadil walked over without any surprise.
He held the cane in his hand and raised his hand to hold down his yellow hat.
“Did you enjoy your trip?”
he asked with a smile.
Lan En crossed his arms and leaned against the willow tree. The old man shrugged.
"I did make a lot of good friends, but my armor has been ruined, but it doesn't matter. What are you doing holding the pine branches?"
Said, Lan En He took two steps forward and extended his hand to help him.
But Old Tom waved his hands and shook his smiling face: "It's almost winter, and it's time for the golden berries to dress up. These pine branches are just right for the time. It took me a long time to find the condition. So good!”
"It seems like it's time for you to leave, right?"
Lan En, Flannel Ball and Qilin nodded together. "Thank you and Mrs. Goldberry for the cookies. I used them to save three nice dwarves. It's really time for us to go."
As for the witcher's previous response to Gandalf When you say that you are looking for trouble with Old Tom, you are just joking.
“Rescue people! Aha! There really is no more legitimate and better use than this!”
Tom Bombadil said cheerfully.
"Jinberry will be happy after hearing this!"
He leaned the cane on the old man Willow who was pretending to be dead next to him, and then he had a free hand and patted it as a sign. celebrate.
Every action is like an ordinary woodcutter.
“But since you are leaving soon, I also want to give you a small gift, Lan En.”
Tom Bombadil said so.
"You have made this big movement more exciting and interesting. Please don't refuse, to some extent. This is a thank you."
"Well, I accept it?"
Lan En said with some uncertainty, while his eyes glanced to the side.
"Wouldn't this be too time-consuming?"
An inexplicable wind began to blow, and in mid-air, it seemed as if there was suddenly a mirror in the air.
And this ‘mirror’ is becoming more and more obvious.
"No, no, no."
Old Tom waved his hand nonchalantly, as if he had not seen the strange scene in the open space.
After he finished speaking, although the air flow was still disturbing, there was really no sound at all.
"Come on, Lan En. Forgive me, but you have to lower your head a little."
The smiling little old man carefully put down the pile of pine branches in his arms and walked to Lan En.
The demon hunter also bowed down obediently.
Then, Old Tom’s finger gently touched Lan En’s forehead.
“Okay.”
Just one click and nothing else happened. Old Tom straightened his yellow hat with blue feathers, bent down and picked up a pile of pine branches and his cane.
"Goodbye, kids! Have a safe journey!"
After saying hello, the short old man hummed the song again and disappeared into the woods without looking back. .
From the perspective of Linbuqiu and Qilin, Lan En, who was tapped on the forehead by Tom Bombadil, froze after that ordinary movement.
He stared blankly ahead, unable to focus.
After Old Tom left, the wave of chaotic magic became even more turbulent.
The roaring bear head pendant around Lan En's neck was jumping around like a dance. The sound of the wind flowing inexplicably in the air became stronger, and finally there was a crackling sound in the air, similar to broken glass. Crack lines also appeared out of thin air.
“Xilülu!”
‘It’s over! Lan En was fooled by Old Tom! ’
The Kirin was like a big anxious dog, jumping around the witcher, rushing forward and stopping suddenly from time to time. As if trying to scare him awake.
"Is it, is it so serious, meow?!"
Flannel Ball was also confused. He quickly jumped off Qilin's back, ran to Lan En, who was frozen, and shook his body.
But at this moment, Lan En reached out and pressed down the furry little paw that was dangling in front of his eyes.
His expression was still numb, and he even looked a little dementia, but at least he said something logical.
“No, I’m fine”
With that said, he walked towards the already opened celestial sphere intersection fissure.
Rongbuqiu and Qilin quickly followed him, looking at him worriedly.
Fortunately, this state seemed to be short-lived, that is, in about two minutes, the demon hunter returned to his normal posture.
But the surprise in his eyes was always strong.
This state even lasted until he stepped into the water of Lake Vizima again.
——
"So." The lady in the lake played with a strand of her dark green hair with one finger and said calmly. "Galadriel said that?"
"That she was actually taking care of me when we played together in Valinor? Hum!"
Obviously it was. His tone was calm, but facing the naked goddess sitting on the throne of waves, Velvet Ball still felt a little frightened for no reason.
Kitten cautiously took two steps back and carefully tugged on Lan En's clothes. Unfortunately, the demon hunter, who was usually very good at dealing with the goddess, seemed to be deep in thought at the moment and was completely unresponsive.
The lady in the lake seemed to have noticed the problem, and was not worried. She directly skipped her favorite part of 'teasing' and asked the three-flowered cat.
This made the flannel ball feel like it was sitting on pins and needles, like thorns on its back, and like it was stuck in its throat.
But there was no way. Under the slightly narrowed eyes of the lady in the lake, the kitten could only timidly and a little embarrassedly whisper "meow".
The lady's hand reached towards the waist of Lan En, who was in deep thought, and pulled out the long knife with a 'clop' sound.
Although he was not convinced, his tone was a bit dangerous.
But when she saw the knife with her own eyes, the lady in the lake still showed nostalgia, smile, and appreciation in her eyes.
"The light of the Twin Sacred Trees, Galadriel."
The essence of Eärendil's light is the light of the most precious treasure in the world - the Silmaril.
The Silmaril comes from the greatest elf craftsman-Fëanor. It was he who preserved and fused the light of the two sacred trees that once illuminated Arda to create the three Silmarils.
For the Lady of the Lake, who played and studied with Galadriel in Valinor during the era of the Two Holy Trees, compared to the 'Eärendil' that only appeared in the First Era, Light'.
The name that made this light even more familiar to her was - [Light of the Twin Holy Trees].
(End of this chapter)