The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 1106 The Right to Claim!
“Oh, so it’s us who are planning to nominate you as the lord of the Shire!” Roland nodded.

"???" Bilbo looked at him with a "you're kidding me" expression.

“We’re serious! You need to know that the Kingdom of Arno in Aragon has claims to the Charr! Although the Charr has been de facto independent for many years, the Kingdom of Arno still retains its claim to sovereignty over the Charr!” Roland said solemnly.

“Strictly speaking, it means that Mr. Aragon has appointed you as the Lord of the Shire!” Al-Tegran Franz added.

"Why am I only finding out about something this big now?" Bilbo exclaimed in shock. Wait, you guys were bestowing titles of lordship upon me? And the person being bestowed the title is the last to know?

“Wait! You may have misunderstood something. It seems that the Shire doesn’t really need a ruler. The people here are wealthy and content…” Bilbo spread his arms and tried to explain the current situation in the Shire to everyone.

“You’re right! But that may only be for now. The Dunedan have already withdrawn, and the northern part of the Shire is now deserted!” Bard advised, his meaning clear: current comfort does not mean future comfort, and could even be declared the end of the comfortable days!
“…But I can’t win people’s hearts!” Bilbo shook his head. He knew his own situation. He was not cut out to be a lord at all. How could someone who blushed when talking to girls be a lord?

“That’s our problem! I didn’t bring thousands of people on a picnic!” Roland calmly shook his head.

"Oh! Roland, no!" Bilbo's eyes flashed with pleading. He was afraid that Roland would massacre the Shire. After all, King Roland was now very famous in Middle-earth. He had learned many stories about King Roland from others. If the ruthless Roland really wanted to massacre the Shire, he really wouldn't know what to do.

"What? I won't slaughter hobbits..." Roland felt uneasy under Bilbo's gaze, as if he were about to commit some heinous crime. Then Roland roughly understood that perhaps Bilbo was worried that the people of the Shire would not know what was good for them and would start an army to slaughter the Shire!
"Alright, stop thinking about all that nonsense! Let's get your wedding done first!" Roland nodded. After all, the procedures for becoming the Lord of the Charles were quite complicated. First, Aragorn had to write an appointment letter with his name on it, and then a group of kings had to sign it as witnesses. Only then would the procedures be considered complete. Otherwise, it wouldn't be proper for Aragorn to be the only one to have the right to the throne, since the Dunedan had already lost the Kingdom of Arno and now only had the right of succession!

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"Roland, what are you going to do about Bilbo? Spring is here, everyone should be going home! The orcs will be active soon! The North needs soldiers to garrison it!" Thorin asked, looking at Roland.

“Yes, Roland, the River Valley is not as powerful as the Kingdom of Lagrang or other kingdoms. If these soldiers cannot return on time, the defenses will be in trouble!” Bard said solemnly. The River Valley is poor and weak; if something really happens, it will be the first to be attacked. After all, even orcs know to pick on the weak!
"Don't worry! It'll be quick!" Roland nodded.

"Okay!" The others exchanged glances and fell silent.

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"Drink to your heart's content! There's plenty of food and drinks today! Don't be shy!" Roland greeted the guests, who were all Bilbo's neighbors and acquaintances from other villages and towns. After all, the Shire had an amazing and well-developed postal system (it's really bizarre! The Shire can have such a well-developed postal system! Can you believe it? No wonder the Dúnedan people protected the Shire so well!). Bilbo urgently notified the postman to deliver the news of today's wedding.

Since they had to wait for others to arrive, Bilbo decided to hold the wedding during afternoon tea. The guests drank and ate heartily, creating a lively atmosphere. Even the lords of the North lowered their guard and anxieties, joining in the rare celebration, especially Thorin and Dvalin! The two of them got completely drunk! In the end, Roland had to pay for them to stay at an inn, since the two brothers, drunk, kept insisting on causing trouble in the bridal chamber! Thorin, a sixth-tier overlord, was no match for them, while the other, lacking any sense of proportion, was about to tear Bilbo's house down!

……

"Are they all resting?" Roland asked suddenly as he sat by the campfire outside the courtyard in the night.

“Yes, Your Majesty Roland!” Aragorn stepped forward, bowing to Roland with his hand on his chest. Looking at Roland, a wave of envy rose within him; Roland seemed like his future self. “Sit!” Roland glanced at Aragorn, offering no pleasantries, but calmly gestured to the small stool opposite him.

"Are you really sure? I don't think this is reliable at all. Does Commander Shire really approve of this?" Aragorn asked, holding a piece of parchment in his hand, puzzled.

"Whether he acknowledges it or not is irrelevant! As long as the Central Plains acknowledges it, that's enough! We've completed all the proper procedures, and the sacred covenant we signed under the witness of all the kings—how could a mere selection official like him shake it?" Roland scoffed.

“But the inhabitants of the Shire…” Aragorn hesitated.

"That's why those orcs appeared here. This attack caused heavy losses to the Shard, and many families suffered different losses. This is a wake-up call, reminding them of the past!" Roland said casually.

"Besides, we're not going alone! We'll assemble the entire army tomorrow! We'll send the whole force at once! If that so-called Commander Charles is a smart man, he'll know what to choose!" Roland said calmly. He had a sword in his hand; whether he was willing to wield it or not was his business!

"..." Aragorn has truly witnessed what it means to intimidate others with power today! The tangible pressure emanating from Roland made Aragorn's heart skip a beat.

"Now that the Charles has settled down, the arrangements in the north are basically set. The rest depends on the south!" Roland sighed.

"The South? You've made arrangements there too?" Aragorn's eyelids twitched. No wonder you and Sauron were such good friends! So you two are both doomed! You've planted mines all over Middle-earth, huh?

“Yes, let the two of them go south and see how decadent Rohan and Gondor have become!” Roland did not deny it. Of course, he would not mention the matter of Denethor II, but he was not afraid of Aragorn finding out about Archduke Ocrean Athos and the other man!

"Go and rest! Tomorrow morning, have everyone else sign it and stamp it! Then this document will be legally binding!" Roland took the parchment, casually pulled out a quill pen from his spatial storage, signed his name, and then took out his seal and stamped it.

"Here! Remember to have them stamp it!" Roland reminded him again.

“Okay!” Young Aragorn nodded, not daring to say another word.

"..." Roland's brows furrowed as he watched Aragorn's retreating figure, then relaxed.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot give you the title of King of Arno and the United Kingdom of Gondor. King Arno is my last act of mercy to you!" Roland's voice was very low, and it was carried away by the wind.

As Aragorn walked, he suddenly felt as if he had lost something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He just felt inexplicably depressed and irritable. He shook his head and closed the door.

"Hopefully, Ocrean Yasso and Ocrean Ryukin will bring back some good news. We can't really expect Denethor II to restore the old empire, can we?" Roland sighed helplessly as he looked at the night sky.

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