I reforged the glory of the magic ring in Middle-earth

Chapter 14: Longing flows across the vast ocean towards the hometown that no longer exists

Not only the dwarf guards who were questioning Tanes became nervous, but also the dwarves waiting to enter the city before and after Tanes.

These dwarves, like the guards, immediately distanced themselves from Tanis and left his vicinity after hearing him say the name "Thorin".

This made Tanes, who was already tall among the dwarves, stand out even more.

The commotion here also attracted the attention of more dwarves. The dwarves on guard at the town gate naturally noticed it. One of them was a sturdy dwarf with a bald head but tattoos all over his body. He was a few centimeters taller than the other dwarves and walked towards this side with a battle axe.

When he was halfway there, he noticed what Tanes was wearing, so he changed his pace and ran towards here.

Meanwhile, Tanes was still communicating with the dwarves.

He said, "Does the name Thorin have any special meaning among you?"

Tanes could sense that their expressions towards the name "Thorin" were one of respect, not fear or anger.

This shows that the dwarf he rescued holds a very important place in the hearts of these dwarves.

The dwarf captain with a long fiery red beard did not answer Tanes's words directly. Instead, he stared at Tanes' helmet and asked in a serious tone, "What do you want to do with Thorin?"

Tanes replied naturally, "Because he told me that I could ask him for help, so I came."

Then he glanced at the dwarf guards behind him who were clutching their weapons tightly, and felt a headache.

After all, in the border area, if you encounter someone blocking the way, you can just go up and chop him down. Anyway, the other person is most likely a lunatic who has lost his mind and cannot communicate normally.

But these dwarves looked different from the people who blocked the road at the border, and they could communicate.

This made Tanes, who was used to using weapons to clear the way, a little unsure of how to deal with it.

If only Roger were here, he would be good at handling this kind of thing.

Tanes thought in his heart.

He said to the captain of the dwarf with a long, fiery red beard, "When Thorin and I parted, he gave me an axe. He said that with this axe, I could find him in the Blue Mountains. So if you don't mind, I can show you the axe. I can sense how important Thorin is to you, so please believe me, I really only came to ask him for a small favor."

The dwarf captain stood there like a stone in silence for a few seconds, then nodded, although the movement was almost invisible because of his helmet and beard.

He said, "Then please get off your horse first, Mr. Human Knight. You're sitting too high up on the horse, and it's very uncomfortable for me to keep looking up."

"no problem."

Tanes stroked Torret's horse's back, then blew the spirit horse whistle on his finger.

Torret immediately transformed into a spirit particle and returned to the golden ring, and Tanes also stepped steadily on the ground.

"Oh, he's a human wizard?"

"You saw it! That big horse just vanished in a flash!"

Tanes's actions caused the surrounding dwarves to exclaim in surprise and talk among themselves.

What surprised Tanes was that after the dwarves thought he was a wizard, their vigilance towards him seemed to have decreased a little.

The dwarf captain's tone softened slightly: "Are you a wizard?"

Tanes nodded and reached out to take out the dwarf battle axe given to him by Thorin from the space backpack. This scene made the dwarves around him believe even more that Tanes was a wizard.

"Is my vision correct? When did he get an axe in his hand?"

"I'm sure you're not dazzled. It's as if he took the axe out of thin air. It's amazing."

While listening to the whispers of the dwarves around him, Tanes turned his battle axe, facing the handle towards the dwarf captain, and half-knelt down to hand it to him.

The dwarf captain only needed to take a look at the inscription on the battle axe to immediately recognize that this was the battle axe that Thorin had often used before.

So he didn't take it, but gently pushed the axe back and said, "This is indeed his axe. I believe you have no ill intentions in coming to the Blue Mountains, human wizard."

At this moment, the dwarf with the tattoo on his head finally approached. He shouted in a deep voice, "Gloin, he is Mr. Tanes who saved me before!"

The dwarf captain known as "Gloin" suddenly realized what was going on and looked at Tanes. He then asked awkwardly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you saved Thorin and the others?"

"I'm not helping them to show off, and I think given your defensive looks just now, it's unlikely that I'll gain your trust even if I say these words. You don't have to worry about it, Mr. Groin." Tanes nodded slightly.

Gloin said with some annoyance, "You saved Thorin, which makes you a friend to all of us dwarves. As our friend, you shouldn't be treated like this. I owe you a barrel of ale, Mr. Tanes."

The dwarf with the tattoo on his head ran over, and he was slightly out of breath after running for a long distance.

The dwarf warrior bowed slightly to Taneth and said respectfully, "Dwalin, at your service, Mr. Taneth. We parted in such haste last time that I didn't introduce my name to you."

Tanis also recognized Dwalin, who was the dwarf who had fought alongside Thorin during the attack by the Orcs and survived in the end.

Tanis also greeted him. "Hello, Dwalin. Although I would like to catch up, I do need Thorin's help in an urgent matter."

Upon hearing this, Dwalin did not ask Tanes what he wanted to see Thorin for, but led him directly to the town: "Then I will take you to see Thorin first."

Gloin shouted from behind them, "Remember, I owe you a barrel of ale, Mr. Tanes, and I'll pay you back!"

When Tanes heard Gloin's words, he turned and waved to him as a gesture of agreement. Dwalin laughed and said, "Gloin and I will treat you to a good drink later."

Tanes felt the enthusiasm of the dwarves and his mood relaxed a lot.

Under the leadership of Duwalin, Tanis entered the city smoothly.

Along the way, Tanes also observed the appearance of the town.

The sunlight shines through the gaps and onto the houses that are cleverly built with rocks and soil. Each house looks solid.

The streets are paved with stones of various sizes, which have become as smooth as mirrors after generations of trampling.

On both sides of the street, short, domed houses are closely arranged, their roofs covered with moss and soil with small flowers. Smoke often rises from the chimneys and drifts towards the arched porches extending into the ground.

At the door of the store, there is a metal sign made with exquisite craftsmanship, engraved with exquisite totems and symbols, attracting the attention of passers-by.

The market is the most lively place, where dwarves come to trade their homemade wine, handmade weapons and exquisite jewelry.

The cries of vendors, the bargaining of customers and the clanging sounds of blacksmiths' shops interweave to form a unique market symphony.

Dwarf children chased and played in the streets, and their laughter seemed to inject infinite energy and vitality into this town under the blue mountains.

Soon, Tanes saw Thorin.

But it was beyond Tanes's expectation. He thought that with Thorin's status in the hearts of the dwarves, he would at least be seen in some exquisite big house.

But Thorin was just in a blacksmith shop that was neither big nor small, wearing a gray-white coarse linen shirt, revealing his thick wrists, and hammering the red-hot iron in front of him seriously, one hammer after another.

If it weren't for his iconic short beard, which was not as long as other dwarves, and his more handsome and clean face, Tanes would have thought that the other party was just an ordinary blacksmith.

"Dwalin, what do you want to see me about? Oh, it's you. I'm glad you're safe, Mr. Tanes." Thorin heard the movement behind him, first saw Dwalin, then looked up and saw the familiar armor and its owner.

Dwalin laughed loudly, took the forging hammer from Thorin's hand, and changed places with him: "Thorin, our friend seems to be in trouble and has come here."

Thorin handed the work in his hands to Dwalin, took down the rag hanging on the wall and wiped his hands. He looked up at Tanis and asked, "What kind of trouble has our Mr. Tanis encountered? Is the shield you were using broken, or is the sharp straight sword broken?"

Tanes shook his head and said, "Neither. I need a large amount of food, or you can give me some crop seeds."

Dwalin laughed good-naturedly after hearing this. "Why would you need these things, Master Tanis? You came to the dwarves not to forge weapons, but for cheap food? If you're hungry, the dwarves of the Blue Mountains welcome you anytime! You'll be well fed with delicious food and plenty of wine!"

Thorin's eyes became serious. While looking at Tanis, he kicked Dwalin back inconspicuously to stop the latter's loud dwarf laughter.

Then, Thorin used his magnetic voice to ask Tanes seriously, "How many mouths do you need to feed? What kind of crop seeds do you need? I can prepare all these for you, but what is your purpose in requesting the food and crop seeds? I want to know this."

Only then did Dwalin realize that what Tanes had just asked for in the Common Language was not "food" for him to eat, but "grain".

The bald, tattooed dwarf continued his forging work, hammering the red, hot iron block continuously. Sparks flew and the iron block gradually turned into long strips.

Thorin folded his arms across his chest, raised his head and looked at Tanes, waiting for his answer.

Tanes responded directly, "I want food and crop seeds because I want to rebuild my homeland. Thorin, do you remember when I met you all? I was alone. I ignored your kind advice and insisted on going to Minhirias because someone told me I could rebuild my homeland in that land ravaged by fire, flood, and plague."

"And now I've taken the first step—that is, to find a small number of my compatriots back home. But that land is too desolate, and I need some food to get through the most difficult period, so I thought of you. Of course, I won't ask for food and seeds for nothing. Although I don't have the money you have here, I will exchange it with things from my homeland. For example, those warm stones you saw before that can slowly heal wounds and restore physical strength."

After Tanes finished a long speech, he looked at Thorin quietly. This time it was his turn to wait for Thorin's answer.

Thorin Oakenshield, the dwarf's clear eyes wavered instantly and he fell into memories after hearing Tanes say "rebuilding his hometown".

His thoughts seemed to drift far away, as far east as the Misty Mountains, across the dark forest, and to a huge lonely mountain in the north.

Erebor.

"Thorin." Dwalin stopped forging iron at some point and called Thorin's name softly.

Thorin was brought back from his memories by Dwalin's call. A complex mix of emotions flashed through his eyes. He slowly exhaled, then looked at Tanes and said, "Fifty dwarf rations, including meat and fruit. As for seeds, I'll choose wheat, corn, tomatoes, cucumbers, and so on. I'll also give you two cows, seven sheep, and a dozen chickens in my own name. Is this enough? Enough... for you to rebuild your homeland?"

Tanes made some calculations in his mind, wondering what he should use to exchange so many things, and did not notice that Thorin emphasized the pronunciation of the words "rebuilding his hometown".

He simply nodded vigorously. "That's more than enough. If you need anything, maybe forge stone? I see blacksmith shops everywhere in your town, which means you really enjoy forging things. Forge stone comes from my hometown. This kind of stone can help you forge sharp weapons more easily, or it can be used to repair damaged weapons."

Just as Tanes was thinking about how many forging stones were left in the space backpack, he heard Thorin say softly: "Free."

Tanes was stunned for a moment, then immediately shook his head: "No, no, Thorin, what you gave me has exceeded my expectations. I would feel bad if I didn't pay any price."

Dwalin came to Thorin and patted the slightly depressed Thorin gently. Then he looked up at Tanes and said, "You really don't have to pay anything, Mr. Tanes. Just because you saved three of our compatriots, their lives are more precious than these things Thorin gave you. What's more, the reason you gave was 'rebuilding our homeland'. As your friends, how could we refuse your request?"

Thorin took a deep breath, forced a smile, looked at Tanes and said, "Only by having lost your homeland can you understand how precious and rare the opportunity to rebuild it is. If I were you, Tanes, I would probably ask for more supplies and manpower."

Tanis keenly grasped the hidden meaning in Thorin's words, then looked at Dwalin, who was also in a somewhat depressed mood, and asked them both: "You... Aren't the Blue Mountains your homeland?"

　Only after Thorin helped the protagonist rebuild his hometown did the two officially establish a connection, and it was not surprising that the Faded One went to help Thorin on the expedition to Lonely Mountain.

　　That's why I arranged for the protagonist to have a chance encounter with Thorin before.

　　Otherwise, if you don't know Thorin and the dwarf has a stubborn temper, it would be very strange to accompany him to slay the dragon at the risk of his life.

　　In addition, Expedition to Lonely Mountain will not be a plagiarist and just follow the original work~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)