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

Chapter 852 The turning of the gears of destiny

"This year is already the year 2952 of the Third Era..." Roland leaned on the sofa, lazily feeling the temperature of the fireplace with his hand, and squinted his eyes comfortably.

"What big events are happening this year?" Roland was looking at the crystal stone with Nyx's image printed on it while thinking about the big events of this year. After all, the year 2951 of the Third Era was relatively dull. Today, Roland wanted to have some fun. Of course, Roland didn't want to be the fun himself.

  "2952...hiss! Isn't the gear of fate starting to turn?" Roland slapped his thigh and said suddenly. Because he discovered something important, this is the beginning time period of the Lord of the Rings storyline!

In 2952, Elrond told Aragorn his life experience and real name, and gave him the fragment of Narsil's sword. At the same time, Aragorn met his beloved, Arwen, the "Evening Star" of the Middle-earth Elf, in the forest of Rivendell.

"Fuck! A big event in Middle-earth is about to begin!" Roland suddenly turned over and stood up, then began to pace in the room thinking about the next plans and preparations. After all, the next destination of Aragorn, the Son of the Plane in the original book, is the Romanian region!

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At the same time, young Aragorn also learned his true identity and real name! He is the legitimate heir to the throne of Gondor! The huge shock made it difficult for him to accept it for a while. Confused Aragorn wandered around aimlessly in Rivendell, and finally met a beautiful figure in the forest!

  Aragorn couldn't help but chase after her... This beautiful elf girl was named Arwen, the last elf in Middle-earth according to the prophecy! So Elrond named her "Evening Star"!

Their private meeting was easily discovered by Elrond, the sixth-level peak overlord. Elrond did not refuse Aragorn's proposal, but said that only a true king is qualified to hold Duskstar's hand! Before that, Aragorn needs to prove himself!

(That’s right, as a half-elf, Elrond did not choose the conventional ranger and archer professions of the elves, but instead chose the human overlord!)

  "What does it take to be a true king?" Aragorn asked devoutly. He was infatuated with Arwen, who fell in love with her at first sight. Not to mention becoming a king! He would dare to overthrow Mordor alone right now!

"..." Elrond was silent for a moment, and the human who had tied up Lind and threatened him emerged in his mind.

"Just like King Roland of Raglan! I will hand Arwen over to you only when you truly become the King of Gondor!" Elrond said coldly. As a father, he needed to be responsible for his daughter! Choosing a strong enough husband was the only thing he could do for his daughter as a father. He didn't want his daughter's future to be bleak and miserable.

It can be said that Elrond did everything a father could do, but he still couldn't change the tragic fate of Arwen the Evening Star. In the original book, after the death of her beloved Aragorn, Arwen also gave up the immortality of the elves and chose to die with her husband. Elrond had actually foreseen this when he handed Arwen over to Aragorn. However, setting the threshold higher was his only reasonable excuse to reject Aragorn. After all, he didn't want to be the villain who destroyed his daughter's love. Of course, you can't blame me if this kid is useless, right? Elrond thought well...

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"Wait for me to come back!" After a passionate embrace and kiss with Arwen, the two souls who had just fallen in love had to endure the longing for each other and separate. Aragorn looked carefully at every inch of Arwen's delicate face and said firmly.

"Go, I'll wait for you!" Arwen said softly, stroking Aragorn's hand, her big watery eyes filled with reluctance and expectation.

"Bal...Bal~Bo!" Looking into Arwen's eyes, Aragorn couldn't help but hug her again, and then the two of them kissed as if no one was around.

"Ahem!" Elrond, who was holding the elven scimitar, couldn't help coughing a few times. His father wasn't dead yet! Looking at Aragorn, Elrond's eyes began to become dangerous.

"Click!" The crisp sound of drawing a sword startled the two men, and then Arwen blushed and gently pushed Aragorn away.

"Hehehe..." Aragorn couldn't help laughing awkwardly when he saw Elrond's cold face. "..." Elrond's fist clenched and unclenched, and finally drooped weakly when he looked at Arwen's eyes.

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  "Keep a close eye on a tall, brown-haired Dunedain? His name might be Aragorn, Thorongil, or Strider?" Baron Ysmir's face twisted as he looked at the secret letter sent from Raglan City, delivered by Riverwind, and issued by Lulong Fortress!

"What the hell?" Ishmir held up the letter for the tall Ymir to see.

  "Do as the king says! He won't harm us!" Ymir didn't understand, but that didn't stop him from asking Ismir to be loyal to the king! After all, there was no case of a brain-dead king or emperor in Raglan's history who would mess with his own border vassal. Even the most brain-dead rulers knew that border nobles needed to be treated with caution! What good would it do to kill border nobles other than lengthening the country's defense line? Is Roland Tu's border noisy? Is Tu's border too big? Or are there endless orcs outside Tu's border?

"That's right!" Ismir rubbed his temple, very confused by the secret order, but he still called the soldiers to give them instructions.

At the same time in the Misty Mountains, Apophis Breo also received a magic envelope sent directly from the city of Lagrande.

"Who is this? Olaf, go check it out!" Apophis Breo frowned and said to Olaf. The difficult thing was that Roland didn't even have the time to deploy his own intelligence system, while Apophis Breo had already deployed his own intelligence system in the surrounding areas...

"What does this mean? Keep a close eye on and monitor?" Dura couldn't help but ponder. After all, this was the king's order, but why would the king pay attention to an ordinary vagrant?

"Did you find out?" After a while, Olaf came back from looking through the files, and Apophis Breo raised his head and asked.

"No, but there are some fragmentary records. Traveling merchants said that there was a very active big-strider in the northern grasslands...that was a thing of the past!" Olaf handed over the only record.

"Hiss... What should we do? The fragmentary words are so vague... How can we monitor him? We may not be able to find out whether he comes to our territory or not!" Du Latou said.

  "Give the order! Keep secret watch! Execute the order!" Apophis Breo knocked on the table. This was the king's order anyway! As long as he did not violate his oath and morality, Apophis Breo, as a vassal, had to obey!

"Okay!" Olaf and Dura looked at each other. Even though they were complaining, they still had to do their business.

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"Aragorn has become active again! Middle-earth, oh Middle-earth! Where is this world heading to?" Roland couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the meadow outside the window that had begun to wither and turn yellow.

  "Order the garrisons in various places to help the people harvest! It's time to race against time!" Roland ordered, looking at the gloomy sky. As a king who had experienced famine, he knew better than anyone that nothing could bring down a kingdom faster than a lack of food! Soaked food would be useless!

　Make up for yesterday's update. Thank you all for your support...

　　(End of this chapter)