Bringing the MC system to Middle-earth.

Chapter 390 Departure
"Now you are a true 'Squire of Rohan,' Merry."

In a tent in the Rohan camp, Eowyn put the helmet on Merry's head with her own hands.

"awesome!"

Merry looked very happy. He drew his sword excitedly and almost cut Éowyn with it, causing her to cry out in surprise.

"Oh sorry!"

Merry quickly put away his sword.

Éowyn looked at the dagger that seemed to be gleaming with light and said, "This sword looks extremely sharp, but it has never defeated an enemy yet."

Merry looked a little lost.

"Yes, it is indeed sharp, because it has been blessed by Levi and has magic flowing through it."

"Put it anywhere, I think it is a good sword, a very precious and sharp sword, but I failed to protect my companions with it, and it gathered dust in my hands."

"I have failed the expectations of Levi and my companions."

"No one asks you to do anything, Merry," Éowyn said soothingly.

"Yes, no one asked, no one..."

Merry muttered, lowering his head.

"But I feel like I must do something. I can fight and take on some responsibilities for my friends."

Éowyn was quite moved by these words.

Aren't I the same in this regard?

only…

"You can do this, Merry."

...

"You shouldn't have encouraged him to go to the battlefield."

A moment later, a voice called out to Eowyn outside the tent.

Éowyn turned around and saw a familiar face.

"Brother, you are back!"

Éowyn looked somewhat surprised.

Her brother was Éomer, Third Marshal of the East Mark, who had been guarding the hills near the falls to protect the land from orcs.

Éomer explained, "I received word from a messenger that I had just arrived this evening, and that ten companies of cavalry were with me."

When Eowyn saw her brother, she was first surprised, but then she was worried.

"But what about East Mark? Are there enough garrisons there?"

"Don't worry about that. There are new changes over there."

Éomer recalled, "Our enemies suddenly left the border of Eastmark and gathered in the Brown Land like crazy, eyeing the Free Cities covetously."

"But don't worry. Like you, I'm worried that this is another trick of theirs. They left the necessary garrisons there. Otherwise, they wouldn't have brought only ten companies."

"That's good." Eowyn breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's get back to the previous matter, Eowyn. You shouldn't have encouraged that hobbit to go to the battlefield."

Éowyn retorted, "I think you shouldn't doubt him."

"I don't doubt his sincerity."

Éomer turned his eyes away, glanced in the direction where Merry had left, shook his head, and continued:

“Just doubting his arm length.”

A hobbit with short arms using a short sword is really...

puff.

Someone nearby laughed.

Éowyn looked over and saw it was Théodred.

Obviously, he understood what Éomer meant.

Hobbits are indeed not fit for battle.

"Why?"

"Why must Merry stay behind?" Eowyn demanded. "He has as many reasons to go to the battlefield as you do."

"Why...can't he fight for the one he loves?"

Yes, fight for the ones you love.

Even if that love is an illusory and unreal love that is rejected.

"You are no more ignorant of war than that hobbit."

Éomer seemed to have heard something from his sister's words. He stood up and said in a serious tone:

"You won't understand if you haven't experienced it."

"War is no joke. Once the blood, screams, and horror of the battlefield take over, do you think he will still fight?"

"Will that passion be extinguished by a cold body and a cruel gaze?"

"He's going to run away, and that's the right thing to do."

Éomer said pointedly, "War is a man's business, Éowyn."

After he left, Theoded also stood up, looked at his strong cousin, and said:

"People who have never been to the battlefield don't know how terrible it is. All they may have is a passion for war."

"Only those who are not afraid after the baptism of war are true warriors." Eowyn fell silent and said no more.

The army is making intensive preparations.

By dawn, everyone was ready to go.

At this time, Theoden found her again.

"Eowyn, I have left instructions for you to lead the people for me for now. Go, go to the Golden Palace and sit on my throne. I know you are capable of taking care of everything."

"Why me?" Éowyn was puzzled.

"Your brothers will follow me to the battlefield. You are the only one in the family who can relieve me of my worries."

Théoden gave the answer.

However, Éowyn's heart sank at this answer.

"What other responsibilities do you require of me, my king?"

"responsibility?"

Théoden shook his head and smiled, "No, Éowyn."

"You don't need to take on more responsibilities, nor do you need to linger on someone whose time is coming. I just want you to be...safe and happy."

Éowyn stared at Theoden's back for a long time without saying a word.

After Theoden left, she suddenly picked up a sharp sword, put on armor, put on a helmet, and covered her face.

On this day, an unknown soldier appeared in Rohan's army.

"You cannot come with us, my dear 'Squire of Rohan.'

On the other side, when the army was about to set off, Merry came to Theoden and expressed his willingness to go together.

However, he was ruthlessly rejected by Theoden more than once.

As the departure horn sounded, the army set off, heading eastward.

Just when Merry was getting extremely anxious that he couldn't go to the front line to fight with his companions, suddenly, he was picked up by an unknown cavalryman passing by and sat in the front.

"Shh-"

...

Everything is about to come to an end.

In the land of Rohan, tens of thousands of cavalrymen marched eastward, day and night.

At the same time, in the heart of Gondor, a small group walked out of the Road of the Dead and also rushed eastward. Along the way, they passed news to nearby cities and fiefdoms, asking them to gather their troops to support Minas Tirith.

By the way, he also relied on the undead army to clear out all the enemies on the road.

The huge fleet of the Water City sailed on the sea, heading towards Pelargir calmly, and no one knew how many undercurrents these huge ships would stir up.

The gates of Gondor opened, and the white-robed wizard rode into the city, going straight to the highest palace to give advice to the prime minister.

This time the prime minister did not show his stubbornness or despair.

"I know all you say, Mithrandir. The White Tower is not shrouded in darkness. I foresaw Levi's return from the crystals, and I also sensed his plan."

"What do you see?"

Gandalf frowned, realizing that things seemed a little beyond his expectations. How could something happen that he didn't even know about just a few days after he left?

"I saw Levi and the hobbits beside him. They attracted the enemy's attention and bought us some time. They also bought the two hobbits in the front a chance to turn back."

"Those two foolish hobbits wanted to send weapons back to the enemy..."

"How did you know?"

"how could I know?"

Denethor sneered and said, "Of course it is because I have a good son who thinks he is a virtuous man. He let the two hobbits go. He thought it was a wise choice, but he did not know that the enemy was laughing at him!"

"I have already said that even if we go to Rivendell, it should be he who goes, not Boromir—"

At the mention of Boromir, Denethor's expression suddenly softened. He suddenly asked, "I heard that Boromir has been traveling with you for some time. Tell me, Mithrandir, how is he doing recently?"

Gandalf stared at Denethor, seeing that he looked a little insane, and responded calmly: "He is very good, much better than you."

"Both of your sons have escaped the spell of Isildur's Bane, and you alone are the only one who still clings to it."

"Wake up, Lord of Gondor, Ruling Steward."

"I am awake, more awake than ever before."

Denethor said loudly: "I know your plan, you and Aragorn, you have united to use me, to use Gondor to block Mordor, and then kick me away and take my place..."

"You are the only one who likes to think this way."

Gandalf said bluntly: "You are a little too stubborn. Many years ago, the Prime Minister I met was wise, strong and reasonable. Even though there were many disagreements and contradictions, he could still distinguish the importance of things."

"But now all he has left in his mind is greed, and he's become stubborn."

"Your words alone do not determine right or wrong." Denethor was unmoved.

Gandalf narrowed his eyes and said, "You will be beaten sooner or later."

"Get out. I don't want to hear your nonsense here."

Denethor drove him out with an unkind tone.

Gandalf stood at the gate, his face calm and not angry at all.

Just go out.

Just as he said just now, if he still has this attitude when someone comes over, he will have to suffer a little.

As for that person's movements
(End of this chapter)