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Chapter 343: When the Flowers Bloom (12)

Middle-earth.

The giant eagle flew across the sky, startling the wild beasts in the mountains and fields, who began to run around in the dense forest.

This is the Misty Mountains, or perhaps it is no longer appropriate to call it the Misty Mountains.

The fog that had shrouded the mountains all year round completely disappeared, along with the mountains, snow, icicles, and forests.

And many animals that live in the mountains.

There are no numerous monsters, no evil dragons covering the sky, no fire demons burning everything, and no forest of bones devouring living people.

Peaceful, quiet, sunny, with mountains and flowing water.

This is the place he dreams of returning to.

After crossing the last col, Azog's long-awaited home appeared before his eyes again.

Everything is exactly the same as when I left.

"This is our home!"

Azog led all the remaining orcs across the very peaceful Misty Mountains. When he saw the gate of Moria, tears welled up in his eyes that he thought would never flow again.

How many years have passed since they were driven from Moria by the mad Balrog.

The orcs were on the road of wandering, from their defeat in the Lonely Mountain to their rebellion in Mordor, and then they struggled on the brink of life and death in the Blue Mountains for decades.

His strong muscles gradually atrophied, his sharp fangs began to decay, and his straight back began to hunch.

Even the memory of home began to fade.

Azog thought he would never have the chance to see his home again.

But the Savior brought back Ilúvatar and saved everyone.

He even gives greater rewards to those who remain faithful.

As Azog bathed in the sunshine, they no longer feared the sun and even began to like the warm feeling.

After being resurrected by Ilúvatar, all the orcs became much taller and the stench of decay on their bodies dissipated.

The once rough and wrinkled skin became smooth, and the color changed from a lifeless gray to a more vibrant green.

The cruel character engraved in the souls of the orcs also became more tolerable and more friendly. Azog even found that some young orcs began to raise animals and learn farming and labor.

Even started studying text.

Countless signs indicate that orcs are no longer evil creatures, but a very normal race living in Middle-earth.

This was Ilúvatar's reward for their loyalty and perseverance.

They finally escaped the fate of living in darkness.

"Prophet, someone is coming!" A rude shout interrupted Azog's thoughts, and he looked forward.

On the top of the mountain, another large team appeared, and it was obvious that their target was also Moria.

"Dwarf." He narrowed his eyes.

"Are they the legendary dwarves? Are they our natural enemies?" Compared to Azog's fear, the tall young orcs beside him did not have too many concerns. Instead, they looked at them with curiosity and restraint.

This group of newly born orcs had no deep hatred with the dwarves, elves and humans. They had never even seen other normal races. They could only fight with the Chaos bastards all day long.

natural enemy.

The two tribes were once mortal enemies. Thorin's grandfather and father were both defeated by him, and Thorin had one of his arms cut off.

At the foot of the Lonely Mountain, he almost killed Thorin's hope of restoring his country, but in the end the orcs were defeated by the sudden appearance of Smaug, and then hunted down by the army of elves.

Isn't the hatred deep?

It's also a blood feud.

But, it's all over.

Azog smiled and put aside the past grudges and hatred between him and the dwarf.

"Dwarves!" he shouted to the team over there.

"Orcs!" The dwarf also saw the crowd of orcs halfway up the mountain and stopped.

One of the dwarves ignored the other dwarves' dissuasion and came to Azog on a goat.

"Orcs, what are you doing in our home!" The young dwarf, whose beard was not yet very long, shouted with a little hostility, but did not draw his sword.

"This is our home too." The young orc muttered dissatisfiedly.

"What!" The young dwarf puffed his beard and glared.

Although he was also a dwarf born after the Dark Ages and had no grudges against the orcs, he was aware of the blood feud between the two races that had lasted for thousands of years.

He also knew that it was the Orcs and Balrogs who drove the Dwarves out of Moria and occupied their homes.

This time, they are coming to rob again?

Azog laughed loudly: "This is the will of Ilúvatar, dwarf brother."

"The Supreme One allowed our two races to coexist in Moria and become the closest and most beloved brothers."

"Moriya will be our common home from now on."

The dwarf seemed to be surprised to be called a brother by an orc. He said a little embarrassedly: "I am Thor III of Turin. I have never seen an orc before."

"Is what you said true?"

Thor III Azog completely let go of the past, walked up and held out his hand: "Brother Thor from the Lonely Mountain, we have no need to lie to you. The will of the Supreme Being should have reached the Lonely Mountain."

"As the Supreme One said, dwarves are responsible for forging, orcs are responsible for fishing and hunting, humans are responsible for farming, and elves are responsible for planting."

"The Misty Mountains will be the home of all races." The dwarf was infected by the dwarven generosity and grabbed the hand without hesitation.

Thor III laughed heartily: "Then you must not miss our banquet, orc brothers!"

Azog laughed heartily: "From now on, call us orcs."

"This is the new name given to our clan by Ilúvatar!"
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Gandalf

"Gandalf the White Wizard?"

Under the Mage Tower, several Rohan Rangers were shouting loudly, but there was no movement from the Mage Tower.

"What should we do? King Glint's succession ceremony will begin tomorrow, but we've been waiting here for two days."

"I've heard that Gandalf enjoyed traveling around the world. Now that the Scourge is over, I'm afraid he's wandering in the northern wastes or the Shire Plains."

"Then let's go back. We haven't completed the mission. I hope the king won't ask us to build the statue." The young ranger grumbled helplessly.

The new king, Hackett Glint, is one of the very few humans who survived the Dark Ages. He has no other hobby but to build statues. He has already built nearly ten statues of the God of Wisdom and the Three-Eyed God on the grasslands of Rohan.

He was also determined to spread the teachings of the Twin Gods, and posted their portraits everywhere.
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Beautiful and peaceful Shire.

"Ah!" Gandalf sneezed and looked towards the south in confusion.

He shook his head and happily filled his pipe with tobacco.

"Wizard! Wizard!" A group of Hobbit children surrounded the tall Gandalf, chattering excitedly.

"Set off some fireworks, wizard!"

“I like to see blue ones!”

"Purple, purple!"

"No, I want the one that looks like a flower!"

Gandalf touched each of them on the head lovingly and laughed. "All of them, all of them!"

"Wizard, the Harvest Feast has begun. Come and enjoy our flowing water feast!"

A brown-haired hobbit brought Gandalf out from among the children.

Seeing the familiar hair color, Gandalf couldn't help but think of an old friend.

Ilúvatar resurrected many people, but many people will never come back.

He said regretfully, "I haven't participated in the Harvest Festival in a long, long time."

"The last time was probably sixty or seventy years ago."

"What are you talking about, wizard? Our harvest festival is held twice a year!" asked the Hobbit in confusion.

But he still skipped happily and walked towards the square with Gandalf.
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The Kingdom of Lonely Mountain, on the ruins.

Many dead people walked among the ruins again, clearing the ruins and rebuilding their homes.

After decades of living together, Lonely Mountain is no longer just a dwarf city, but a home shared by dwarves, humans, and elves.

Guard Colin is dragging a heavy log that he plans to use as a beam for his new home.

"Colin!" A heroic voice sounded behind him.

Colin only felt a lightness on his back. The tall Ranks carried the log with one hand, looking very relaxed.

"I asked you to drink yesterday, why didn't you come!" Lankers seemed very happy and patted Colin's shoulder heavily and complained.

Colin rubbed his numb shoulders and complained, "You Astartes, you can drink wine like water!"

"Even the dwarves can't drink as much as you."

"I can't stand drinking that kind of liquor that can catch fire from a barrel!"

"Hahahaha, that's what men love most!"

"If it weren't for us, we don't know when Lonely Mountain can be rebuilt!" Lanx looked towards the Lonely Mountain Kingdom.

Thousands of Astartes are busy working in the ruins of the Lonely Mountain.
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Grace stood alone on the city wall, looking into the distance as if she had something on her mind, without saying a word.

Legolas walked over quietly and greeted softly.

"Queen, the reconstruction of Lothlorien has begun. Will you not supervise the construction of your palace?"

"I don't like it there." She said lightly, "It's just bad memories."

A fallen queen, extravagant clansmen, and a homeland that has completely fallen into the abyss.

She hated that place, and in her heart she even preferred to regard the dense forest as her hometown.

Legolas saw the ring in Grace's hand and asked in confusion, "Hasn't the gift been given away yet?"

After a pause, Grace's cheerful voice, like a bird, rang out.

"He accepted it." Grace smiled happily.

Legolas was stunned. In his impression, Chu Xuan was cold and ruthless, and he overturned the peaceful Lonely Mountain with ease.

Will he really accept Grace's friendship?

Although the queen's appearance is impeccable, she is also one of the rulers of the elves in Middle-earth.

“But they still went back.”

Grace shook her head: "He will definitely come back to see me."

She looked into the distance with hope in her eyes.

He will come back when the flowers bloom.

(End of this chapter)