Chapter 352 Dream, Hope

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The wine glasses collided, making a crisp sound, and the two brothers and generals paid tribute to the soldiers and to each other.

"Remember today, brother."

Polomir laughed and said, "Today, life is beautiful!"

Faramir also smiled back, and the two drank the good wine in the glass in one go, and their joy was hard to express.

But happy times are always short.

Suddenly, the careful Faramir turned his head and looked not far away.

The smile on his face calmed down.

"What's wrong?"

Polomir was a little puzzled.

"He's here."

Faramir said, so Polomir turned his head too.

I saw a man with a particularly prominent figure smiling and communicating with the soldiers, patting this on the shoulders, and encouraging that.

On this day worth celebrating, he changed his previous stern silence and became accompanied with everyone.

"It's really a moment of purity and never leave it to us."

Polomir whispered to his younger brother, and the smile on his face turned helpless.

"Where is he?"

Denethol asked with the soldiers.

"Where is my eldest son in Gondor's best man?"

"Father!"

Even though he was a little helpless, out of filial piety and moral cultivation, Polomir still smiled and walked out to hug his father.

And the old prime minister is really optimistic about this eldest son.

"They all said you almost knocked down the enemy alone."

"That's an exaggeration. Faramir is just as brave and resourceful, and he has made great contributions."

As soon as he heard this, Denethol was immediately displeased.

"If it weren't for Faramir, this city wouldn't have to be recaptured."

He said to Faramir who was standing beside him, "Aren't you responsible for guarding the East City? I heard you pulled Polomir and fled without fighting?"

"I could have held it, but we had too few people to make effective resistance. If we didn't do this, we would only lose in vain..."

Faramir explained helplessly and powerlessly, but it was obvious that Denethal didn't want to listen to him.

If a person doesn't like something, even if that kind of thing is good and beneficial, it will only be all wrong in his eyes.

"Oh, there are too few people."

Denethol interrupted his youngest son and said sternly: "You let the enemy come and go here freely, and you can occupy the city at will, without even a single loss."

"And then complain to me about this and that."

"This is not my intention."

Facing his father's reproach, Faramir seemed a little helpless.

And frustration.

Polomir couldn't stand any longer, and he rarely spoke back to his father:

"You never give him a good look, even if he is always loyal and orderly."

"He loves you, father."

"Don't bother me with Faramir, I know that his ability is just not very capable."

Denethal seemed a little impatient.

Looking at his father, Polomir was speechless and could only remain silent.

The elderly are unfair in their actions, which often leads to disagreement among younger generations.

It is really rare for a father who pulls his eldest son and steps on his younger son. The relationship between the two brothers is so close.

The two of them could only endure the father's stomp. Faramir is a careful person. He never talks back. Polomir is a more straightforward person, but no matter how dissatisfied, he will refute it like today and say to his younger brother. A few words.

No matter what, in general, no matter how dissatisfied the two brothers were, they obeyed their father's instructions.

Because the old father in front of him was really amazing when he was young.

When he was on the front line, he could always lead his soldiers to kill Oak and even kill to the gate of Mordor. When he was in the rear, he could always detect the enemy's movements as soon as possible, and do the right thing as if he could predict it. decision making.

There are rumors that Denethol once held an iron sword and chased the ring spirit on the flat ground of Isirian. How brave is he?

In front of the man and the iron sword, the Ring Spirit could only retreat for the time being and avoid his sharp edge.

But facing the Ring Spirit, the two brothers could only temporarily retreat strategically and take the army to deal with them carefully.

It is precisely because of this that both of them have always faithfully obeyed their father's orders, respected their majesty, and loved their relatives.

They are really convinced because they are really amazing when they are fathers.

"Father…"

Polomir took a breath, chose to temporarily move away from the topic, and said, "Father, I have a dream."

"Oh, what dream?"

Even on the front line, Denezol did not mind chatting with his son about family matters and enhancing his relationship on such a festive and relaxing day.

"I dreamed that thunder was rolling in the sky, and the clouds covered the earth, but there was a light that penetrated the clouds, and that light came from the north."

"I dreamed of the silver-white army, dreamed of the meeting in the peaceful place, and the meeting included Yisildu's nemesis, and halflings stood up."

“I have a premonition that this is hope to end the suffering of the people.”

"Hope?" Denethal seemed a little disdainful.

He sternly said, "I never believe in any empty hope. Victory should be achieved by ourselves with our own iron will and bloody struggle."

"But Faramir also had this dream."

"I don't think it's a coincidence, father," Polomir said.

"Faramir wants to set out to go to the place he guided in his dream."

Denethal snorted coldly and said, "Then let him go!"

"No, Father, this road is unpredictable, I want to go there myself."

"you?"

Denethol frowned deeply.

"You spoil him too much, it will spoil him."

"Please allow me to leave."

Polomir lowered his head, and although his tone was plain, he had a great determination.

Denethal stared at him and was silent for a while.

"Ha, my good son has grown up and dares to talk back to his father like this."

"I…"

"Then go."

Sighing, Denezol thought for a moment, reached into his robe and took out a golden glittering apple.

The old father, who had been strict for a lifetime, finally let Polomir be willful once.

He told Polomir about the function of the apple and its origin.

"I have been hurt countless times in my life, but every time, I have never been willing to use it."

"But I hope that in times of danger, you can use it on yourself, which is my selfishness."

The indestructible iron sword, the golden apple... and love.

"I will give you all my precious things."

"Go, Polomir, I believe in you."

"Yes, father."

Feeling this profound fatherly love, Polomir felt a warm heart.

But this warmth dissipated in an instant.

"By the way."

Denethal reminded: "I know what the 'nemesis of Isildu' you mentioned is, and it is the strongest weapon of the enemy - the Supreme Lord of the Ring."

"Mordo is gathering a large army, and Sauron is waiting for an opportunity. If he gets that ring, everything will be over. By then, we will not be able to stop him."

"If your dreams are really so effective, if the Supreme Ring really appears in the north..."

Denethall suddenly said, "Listen to me, Polomir, the ring must be kept properly."

"It must never fall into the opponent."

"I know that ring is very dangerous. It can corrupt people's hearts, but I believe you, your will is strong and will definitely resist temptation."

"Think about it, Polomir, for so many years, our soldiers have been shedding their blood on the front line, making sacrifices, and blocking the footsteps of Mordor and many forces in the south infringing on the free people. This is what Li Wei said. The great northern countries led by us did not do more than us.”

"You understand what I mean, right?"

“…”

Polomir lowered his head, his eyes trembling.

At the gate of Osgilias, Polomir made his final farewell.

"Remember today, brother."

“Remember this day full of joy and hope…and parting.”

On this day, Polomir, who had just won a battle, removed the heavy armor on his body, changed into a more convenient armor to set off lightly, heading north.

Meanwhile, Gandalf and Aragon set out from Buli with four Hobbits and rushed eastward.

Their pace was obviously faster than Polomir.

"Welcome, it's a coincidence. I just came back."

At the gate of the roadside castle city, Li Wei dismounted to greet the six people who rushed over - wizards, vagrants, and four hobbits.

"Well, it's really a coincidence that I met a few of them as soon as I arrived in Buli."

Gandalf began to explain the situation to Levi, and Aragon, who was on the side, sat silently at that place as usual.

Like other older homeless people, when there is no need to speak, they look taciturn, like a stone.

"Wow--"

But the other four Hobbits were not as calm as him. They raised their heads and looked at everything in the roadside castle city with wide eyes.

"This is more beautiful than any scenery I have ever seen, look at that tree!"

Meili sighed, pointing her hand at the Maolong tree in the distance.

"I've heard of it."

Frodo said: "Bilbo told me that it is called the 'Mattree Tree', a variety that is only available in the Golden Forest on the east side of the Mist Mountains. The only one tree to the west of the Mist Mountains is in the roadside fort."

"Then we have to take a good look."

"I'm a little hungry, can I have a meal first?"

Sam was the calmest among the four, mainly because this fat Hobbit was really hungry.

"Mr. Frodo, look at what we have lived these days. There are only three meals a day. Neither of them have a second breakfast, brunch, afternoon tea and late-night snack."

Listening to Sam's complaint, Frodo was a little helpless.

"There's no way, we have to learn to adapt, Sam."

adapt?

Some people don't think so.

Piping's eyes rolled, walked quietly behind Aragon, and suddenly came out and shouted, "Hey! Big Stepper!"

Aragon looked at Pi Ping who suddenly appeared, expressionless and without any reaction.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time before Aragon said:

"Give up, Li Wei used this trick when I was a child."

"Okay, it's boring."

Pi Ping was discouraged and then said, "By the way, you are very familiar with this place, right? My friend is hungry. Can you take us to find something to eat?"

"We are all the first time we are here on the roadside fort. I have heard a long time ago that many good wines and delicious foods are produced here, as well as tobacco leaves. The tobacco leaves here have a unique taste and a peaceful feeling. , and the quality is very stable. ”

Aragon chuckled.

“Peaceful and stable.”

He muttered these two words and replied, "It's true."

"Aragorn, come here!" As he was speaking, Gandalf waved at him.

So Aragon stood up and said to Piping, "No need to lead me, just go in, someone will tell you what to do."

"Wait, what if someone with bad intentions do, just like that spy Buri."

"Not going to happen."

Aragon waved his hand, turned around and walked towards Gandalf and Levi.