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

Chapter 25 Unexpected Visitor
Ceremony was not very interested in what Dwalin said, so Tanis, Fili and Kili said goodbye to Ceremony and, led by Dwalin, came to the land that had been divided into farms.

Two Grek soldiers, wearing armor and holding brass shields and long swords, patrolled along the ridge of the field, observing their surroundings vigilantly.

In this fertile black soil that had been carefully cultivated, a new sprout broke through the ground. Their tiny green leaves shone with vitality under the glory of the golden tree, and each leaf emitted a faint luster.

The three dwarves, each wearing a tattered straw hat, crouched on the ground, their eyes fixed on the newly emerged sprouts, their eyes full of disbelief and expectation.

The dwarves' beards trembled slightly with their surprised inhalations, and their rough palms gently stroked the soil around the young sprouts, as if to confirm whether all this was real.

The air was filled with the fragrance of earth and the freshness of spring, and the dwarves exchanged whispers from time to time.

"My Lord Durin, why do I feel that these sprouts are a little bigger than what I just saw?" A dwarf with a long red beard rubbed his eyes and exclaimed in disbelief.

The other two dwarves both had broad backs, one had a long beard that had turned pale, and the other had facial features that were somewhat similar to the older dwarf next to him.

When they heard what the red-bearded dwarf said, they both nodded to indicate that the other party was not wrong.

Tanes happened to come over and heard what the other person said.

If the voices hadn't matched, Tanes would have almost thought that Gloin had sneaked over.

After all, most of these dwarves look similar, except for those who are particularly handsome like Fili, Kili, and Thorin. Otherwise, Tanis can only rely on the length, color, hair and voice of the beard to identify who is who.

Dwalin strode over to the three dwarves and laughed heartily. "Here comes Mr. Tanes. If you have any questions, just ask him directly."

The three dwarves immediately stood up and bowed to Tanes together: "Lord Tanes."

Then they stood up and turned to Fili and Kili. "Good morning, Master Fili, Master Kili."

Fili and Kili greeted the three dwarves with smiles on their faces, then stood aside flexibly to signal them not to forget what they wanted to say to Tanes.

While they were greeting each other, Tanes had already looked around the fields.

The fields were planted separately according to the types of crops, such as potatoes, carrots, corn, etc. The dwarves also erected a wooden sign next to each field, with the name of the crops written in gorgeous Common language on it to prevent Tanes and his men from getting confused.

Among the three dwarves, the one with the red beard stepped forward and asked directly in his deep voice, "Mr. Tanes, did you cast a spell on this field? Otherwise, these seeds shouldn't sprout so quickly. At least, uh, it should take at least three days before the corn seeds sprout. But it's only been one night, and even the seeds of other crops have sprouted."

The red-bearded dwarf paused after speaking, then continued, "What surprised me even more was that all the seeds I planted successfully sprouted. This is a miracle I've never witnessed in my entire life as a farmer. My goodness, this is a 100% germination rate, and not a single diseased seedling."

After hearing this, Tanes was not too surprised.

After all, this is under the glory of the golden tree. Improving soil quality and promoting plant growth are just products of blessing to the golden tree.

Tanes didn't hide it. Instead, he pointed to the golden tree far behind him in the castle of Morn City and said with a smile, "I didn't cast any magic on the fields. It was just a little blessing from the golden tree that made these crop seeds become like this."

The red-bearded dwarf looked in the direction of Tanes's finger and murmured, "Oh, I forgot about the sacred tree you brought from your hometown. It is so magical..."

There are so many magical things about the golden tree. If I told you that accepting the blessing of gold will greatly extend your life, I wonder what you would think.

Tanes said silently in his heart.

He had no intention of telling this matter. Tanes was well aware of the short-lived people's desire and madness for longevity.

On his way here, these enthusiastic dwarves naturally told Tanes about the other races in Middle-earth, namely humans and elves.

He knew that the elves were an immortal race, but the vast majority of humans in Middle-earth were short-lived, with a lifespan of no more than a hundred years. (Note 1)

Tanes was keenly aware that if the news that the golden blessing could increase people's lifespan or even make them almost immortal spread, it would definitely cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

He collected his thoughts, looked at the red-bearded dwarf gently, and asked, "Based on your experience, how long will it take for these crops to mature?"

"Oh, I'm really not sure about that, Mr. Tanes. Because their growth rate has exceeded my expectations, my previous experience is no longer useful." The red-bearded dwarf replied somewhat embarrassedly.

Tanes nodded, expressing his understanding.

Then he looked at Fili and suggested, "Fili, how about you stay here for a few more days? I'd like them to help record and observe the data before the first crop matures. With this data, it will also be easier for my compatriots to cultivate new fields."

Fili nodded happily. "Of course, Master. Besides, I'd like to discuss more about prayer with you and Ms. Cerion, along with Kili. I couldn't ask for more advice on this matter."

Ok?
When Dwalin heard Fili address Tanis, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the two of them, but said nothing more.

The red-bearded dwarf then spoke up, "Besides the fields, there are also some relatively good special conditions on the farm. Mr. Tanes, I suggest you go over and take a look."

Tanis nodded and followed Dwalin's lead to another farm.

Similar things happened on the farm and in the fields. The animals, who had been a little lethargic due to the long-distance transportation, quickly recovered their spirits. Even the two cows produced fresh milk this morning.

"The golden tree really makes me feel magical. I just harvested some golden grass yesterday afternoon and mixed it with the pasture we brought, and the result is what it is now." The dwarf in charge of raising dairy cows said with a smile while holding a wooden barrel with a milky smell. The barrel was filled with freshly squeezed milk, and there was even a hint of golden light on the surface of the liquid.

The other two dwarves, one is responsible for the sheep and the other is responsible for raising chickens.

The dwarf in charge of the sheep, who had a black beard, said, "It's the same here. Yesterday, he and I tried feeding the sheep this golden grass mixed with rye grass and clover. At first, the sheep thought I was feeding them dead grass and bleated at me, but after the first bite, they even started to specifically choose the golden grass to eat. This morning, I noticed that some of their wool had turned golden from the roots. Mr. Tanes, believe me, this kind of high-quality and golden wool will definitely sell for a good price outside!"

Tanes smiled and nodded, then looked at the dwarf in charge of raising chickens, waiting for him to speak.

"Well, there's not much change in the chickens I raise. They don't produce golden milk, nor do they grow golden feathers. Apart from the fact that the chickens are more energetic, there's really no other changes." The dwarf in charge of raising chickens touched his thick brown beard, his face a little embarrassed.

The dwarf in charge of the cattle said, "Maybe you fed them yesterday with the feed you brought from the Blue Mountains? Those bean cakes and peanut crumbs and stuff."

The dwarf who raised chickens nodded. "That's for sure. After all, chickens don't specifically eat grass. Besides, some hens are used for laying eggs, so it's impossible to feed them this. If I weren't worried about you saying it's a waste, I'd also like to mince some meat and mix it into the chicken feed. That way, the eggs they lay will be of higher quality!"

Tanes chatted with them for a few more sentences, but because he couldn't understand what the dwarves said later, he found an excuse and left.

He knew that both the crops he planted and the animals he raised were thriving under the blessing of the golden tree. Time passed quickly, and a week went by in a flash.

There were no unintentional attacks from the Orcs during this week. Instead, good news came from the fields.

The seeds planted a week ago are now all ripe.

In the fields, tomatoes are as red and translucent as gems, full of juice; the wheat is golden and plump, and the heavy ears seem to whisper the joy of the harvest; the corn cobs are strong and look particularly attractive wrapped in green skin, with a golden color.

The potatoes and carrots were even more unusual, so plump that you could almost hear the sound of them growing. They were even two times larger than the varieties from the Blue Mountains.

Tanes stood on the edge of the field, his gaze filled with the joyful laughter of the dwarves. Their hands were filled with heavy harvests, their faces filled with unconcealed excitement and satisfaction. Though their faces and beards were covered in dirt, the eyes of these hardworking dwarves sparkled with the joy of harvest.

The dwarves also told Tanes that the fertility of the land had not decreased due to the rapid growth of crops, and cultivation could still continue.

Qili held a red, juicy tomato in his hand. He took a bite and the sweet and sour juice burst in his mouth.

"Delicious!" Qili's eyes lit up.

Fili also held a tomato bigger than his palm and asked Tanes happily, "Teacher Tanes, can I take a few of these fruits back for Uncle Thorin to taste?"

Tanes nodded happily: "I have no reason to refuse, Fili."

"Praise the golden tree~" The dwarves gathered in a circle in the field and sang.

Tanes' heart, which had been worried about the problem of not having enough food, gradually calmed down with the laughter of the dwarves.

Two days later, good news came from the farm.

To be precise, it was good news brought by the dwarves who raised chickens.

The glow of the golden trees and the sun shone across the lush fields, and waves of golden wheat undulated gently in the breeze. A farm nestled in this picturesque landscape, and in the chicken coop next to the cabin, white-feathered chickens fluffed their feathers, leisurely and carefree.

The round, fluffy white-feathered chickens scrambled to peck at the food in front of the feed trough, their beaks mingling with the crisp sound of grains falling to the ground.

Suddenly, a hen clucked, and the dwarf in charge of raising the chickens stopped what he was doing and came over.

The hen held its head high and chest out, and shook out an egg from under its broad wings. The eggshell emitted a faint golden luster under the sunlight.

"By Durin, little darling, you actually laid a golden egg!"

The dwarf carefully took the golden egg out of the chicken coop and ran towards the soldiers stationed outside the farm.

When Tanes received the notice from the soldiers and rushed to the farm, the bottom of a small wooden basin was already filled with golden-shelled eggs.

The dwarf in charge of raising chickens was using the stove on the farm to make a fire and fry eggs. There were two broken and discarded egg shells on the ground next to his feet.

"Oh, Mr. Tanes. Although I have said this many times, I still want to say that the golden tree is really amazing. Would you like to try it? The eggs taste delicious." The dwarf saw Tanes coming, greeted him, and then threw the fried eggs in the pan accurately onto the plate next to him.

Tanes shook his head and asked instead, "I've already had breakfast. Do you think it's any different from a normal egg?"

As the dwarf turned off the stove, he burped and looked embarrassed. Then, rubbing his hands together, he said, "Well, the taste is no different from ordinary eggs. But after eating these golden eggs, I always feel warm and full."

As he spoke, he burped again.

"Hurry! You saw it too, Mr. Tanes. I just ate two eggs and I'm burping like this. Although I ate quite a lot this morning, urry."

As the dwarf spoke, he handed over a bowl of fried eggs that smelled of soy sauce and pepper salt, along with a pair of unused wooden chopsticks.

"I really can't eat any more, so I'll leave it to you. Some feelings are more direct when you experience them yourself."

Tanes nodded.

He took the wooden chopsticks, picked up the fried egg, and just put it into his mouth. Before he could feel the deliciousness of the fried egg, he heard Kenneth Hyde's hurried call.

"Your Majesty Tanes, is Your Majesty Tanes here?"

Tanes walked out of the farmhouse kitchen and saw Tanes standing breathlessly next to the chicken coop on the farm. He quickly swallowed the fried egg in his mouth and said, "I'm here. What happened, Kenneth?"

Kenneth Hyde held his lower back and took a few breaths before saying, "Your Majesty Tanes, a well-equipped cavalry suddenly arrived outside Hyde Fortress."

"Cavalry? Could it be Orcs again?" Tanes's face suddenly became serious.

The dwarf in the kitchen heard the conversation between Tanes and Kenneth outside the door. He rolled his eyes and quietly lay down at the door to eavesdrop.

Kayneth shook his head repeatedly. "No, not Orcs. They are a group of very handsome and elegant Humans, except that their ears are long and pointed. The man in the lead calls himself 'Elrond', the Lord of Rivendell. At Gandalf's introduction, he wanted to meet the Lord of the Golden Tree."

It's actually an elf?
Tanes nodded and replied, "I'll go with you right away."

　Note 1: In the Middle-earth worldview, the lifespan of the Eden, the Middle Men, and the Dark Men is approximately 80 years.

　　The Dunedain have a relatively long lifespan, living to be over 200 years old. You can refer to Aragorn.

　　Middle Men and Dark Men are how the Dúnedain divide other human races.

　　Humans who are "not enemies, but not that noble" are middle humans, while "human nations ruled by two generations of dark lords Morgoth or Sauron" are dark humans.

　　However, after many Dunedain married middle-class humans, the lifespan of their children gradually decreased to around 100 years.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)