"No, I want to be with you." The gentle Melody unexpectedly retorted.
Her cheeks were flushed when she retorted, but she lowered her head shyly, not daring to look into his eyes. She then pouted angrily towards the end.
"Besides, Lord Vilya has already concealed my Elven aura and appearance. I can return to Dawnlight City at any time through it. What's there to worry about?"
It would have been better if Melody did not mention this. Sheyan could not help but feel an urge to go crazy when she did.
Dawnlight City had just been established. There were many things waiting to be done. The alliance between the Dwarves and the Elves had only reached a rough agreement. It was still quite fragile and there were many things to deal with. If Melody was not around, it would be quite troublesome to receive the Elves and sign the alliance.
However, looking at Melody's innocent face, her big round eyes and her sweet smile, his words of reproach were stuck in his throat for a long while. In the end, he didn't say anything. To be honest, deep in his heart, he still hoped that Melody would be with him.
Under Vilya's protection, Melody was still as innocent as ever. However, some of her Elven characteristics had been concealed. Her aura had also been disguised as a human. Otherwise, Sheyan would not have dared to bring her along.
This was also the reason why Sheyan could not bring a large group of powerful Dwarven warriors and Elven mages along the way to Angmar. After all, he and Reef had killed Lord Elrond, so the main mission was to deal with the forces of darkness.
If he brought too many people with him, they would probably think that he was coming to the Underworld and no one would contact him. He would only attract the attention of the Ringwraiths. But if he brought too few people with him, the aura of the Elves and Dwarves would leak out. It could be said that once he entered the territory of the Dark Lord, he would have to face endless pursuit.
Melody's fighting strength was actually not very strong at the moment. Under Sheyan's instructions, the main ability of the Ring of Air, Vilya, that she developed was mainly a powerful defensive ability. Most of her magic power was used to coexist with the Ring of Air, Vilya.
Therefore, apart from being able to cast buffs and rejuvenation spells in battle, her only ability to deal direct damage was archery. Overall, she was not much stronger than other Elves of her age.
However, looking at her smile, Sheyan felt an unprecedented sense of peace and joy in his heart. He pulled up her hand and patted it, before turning his head and smiling.
"How long will it take to reach the resting place?"
Sheyan's question was directed to the caravan guide. With Segimli's help, they easily found a caravan that could take them to the Shire. From the Shire, they could spend some money to travel to Eriador, which was less than 200 kilometers from Angmar. As for Eriador, it would only take a day to reach their destination – the Grey Dwarven settlement on the outskirts of Angmar.
Strictly speaking, Angmar was within the boundaries of the Misty Mountains. It wasn't too far from Dawn City's Moria. However, if they traveled in a straight line, they would have to pass through the defensive lines of the Orcs and Uruk-hais. They might even encounter Lurtz, the Ringwraiths and other big BOSSes.
The faction of the Dark Lord was known for their cruelty and deceit. Therefore, Sheyan did not believe that the Dark Lord would spare him just because he had obtained enough Fate Points. Therefore, he would rather take a big detour than risk his life for a straight path that was full of danger but could save him a lot of time.
Fortunately, Party Ace had received 2311 Fate Points from the Dark Lord's faction when they killed Lord Elrond. They had completed their mission with more than enough Fate Points. Therefore, when they reached the 20th day of their stay in the Realm, they were given two options.
Option A was to arrive on time and receive an additional reward.
Option B did not receive an additional reward, but they would receive an additional 10 days of stay in the Realm.
Sheyan had chosen option B at that time. Otherwise, he would have spent too much time in Dawn City. He would not have enough time to make such a detour.
In response to Sheyan's inquiry, the merchant guide immediately replied with a face full of smiles.
"We'll be there soon. Although it's very dry near Weathertop, there's a spring on the west side of the hill. We usually rest there, or at least we'll stop to replenish our water supply. There won't be any fresh water for at least a day ahead of us."
Melody had always grown up in the lush greenery of Rivendell. She had never seen the barren hills around Weathertop before. With her lover by her side, she was naturally in a good mood. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's more, I have to tell you.
"This isn't a desert. Why isn't there any fresh water ahead?"
The old guide had a weather-beaten face. His wrinkles looked like they had been chopped by a knife or an axe.
"Because the land and water around here have been cursed by the demons. Even if there's water, it's sour and bitter. Even the cows and horses won't drink it. Only the area around Weathertop was once blessed by the gods. Although the gods had given up on this area after years of war, the water here is still clear and sweet."
The group chatted and laughed as they slowly climbed up Weathertop along the road.
The cows and horses of the caravan were pulling the heavy goods. Because they were climbing up the hill, their speed was relatively slow, so they could not keep up. The leader of the caravan saw that the situation was not good. He was afraid that the cows and horses would die from exhaustion, so he immediately ordered half of the goods to be unloaded and piled up here. He left some people behind to guard the goods. He planned to split the goods into two batches to carry them through Weathertop.
The four of them followed the first batch of caravans. After they reached Weathertop, their field of vision widened. The weather was very good at the moment. Under their guidance, Franklin, who was accompanying them, could even see the Hobbit tower built in the Shire's "Stag Land". That place had once become the symbol of the Shire.
Although Weathertop looked quite steep, the top was flat as if it had been cut in half. It was like a pocket-sized version of a plateau.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Under the guidance of the guide, they passed through the wreckage of the ruins of the past. They followed the path of the military camp that was overgrown with weeds towards the west. That was where the only sweet spring was located within hundreds of miles.
Although the sunlight was still quite strong along the way, when the wind blew on their bodies, they felt a bone-numbing chill. Looking at the ruins and the abandoned fortresses, they felt the vicissitudes of life and cruelty in the world.
At that moment, Melody suddenly tugged at the corner of Sheyan's shirt and whispered to him, "This place has a strange aura.
"This place has a very strange aura. I suspect that there are undead here."
Although the guide had always said that this trade route was very peaceful, Sheyan did not believe it. In the original plot, Gandalf the Grey stayed here for the night. In the end, he was besieged by the Ringwraiths in the middle of the night. A large number of undead came to his aid and the old man could only flee.
Melody was an Elf born to sense the aura of nature. She was also the wielder of the Ring of Air, Vilya. Her senses were undoubtedly strong. Sheyan nodded after hearing her words. He did not intend to disturb the caravan. He just watched from the sidelines and raised his guard.
The group soon arrived at the mouth of the spring. It was obvious that people often stayed here. There was a clear path around the mouth of the spring. There were five or six straw sheds with holes in them. There was also a clear open space on the ground.
At this time, the workers of the caravan were the ones who had to work hard. After they unloaded the goods from the oxen and horses, the oxen and horses could lie down on the ground to rest. They then worked hard to use their tongues and teeth to deal with the dry grass roots in the dust on the ground.
The workers had to fetch water for the oxen and horses to drink. Then, they had to mix salt into the hay and feed them. They had to wait until the oxen had recovered their strength and returned to transport the other half of the goods. Only after the oxen had rested could the workers rest.
Seizing this break, Sheyan hurried to the old guide's side and inquired about where they would be camping for the night. The old guide gazed at this' distinguished guest 'with his muddy eyes, as though trying to decipher his intentions. He then suspiciously asked.
"Under normal circumstances, as long as it's past noon, the caravan will choose to stay here for the night."
Sheyan pondered for a moment and replied with an "Oh".
"Have you heard of any strange things happening around here?"
The old guide thought for a moment and replied.
"I haven't heard of anything happening around here, but we've already passed by the Maroui River crossing, and we've often found the bodies of travelers floating in the river. What's wrong? What's the matter?"
Sheyan nodded and did not tell the guide about Melody's premonition. After all, he still lacked a reasonable basis. He couldn't possibly say that his girlfriend was a twilight elf and that her Ring of Air, Vilya, had sensed it....
Of course, Sheyan could choose to leave with Reef first. However, the owner of this caravan, Goots, had a good relationship with the Gimli clan. Secondly, Sheyan had heard that Goots had a high position in the Chamber of Commerce and could often obtain some good goods. Therefore, Sheyan couldn't just sit by and watch the caravan's caravan go first. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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