Chapter 651 652 Follow-up

"Long live the Human King!!!... Long live the Human King!!!..."

After Aragorn led the Gondor soldiers to eliminate the remaining Orcs in Mordor, he was bringing his soldiers to Mount Doom for support.

He happened to witness Mike killing the Dark Lord.

The warriors who witnessed this scene were so stirred that they spontaneously cheered.

Afterward, more and more people joined the cheering ranks.

A thousand years ago, the first generation of Human King, Isildur, earned the title of Human King precisely because he had once defeated the Dark Lord.

Now, Mike had completely resolved the hidden danger of the Dark Lord, so the title of Human King was well-deserved for him.

"Have the remaining eight Ringwraiths been dealt with?"

Mike descended from the sky, meeting everyone's adoring gazes, and came before Aragorn.

The problem of the Dark Lord had been resolved, so there was naturally no need to keep the Ringwraiths.

"Don't worry, they've been dealt with," Aragorn said with a smile, "Thanks to Princess Éowyn from Rohan, she found the Ringwraiths' weakness."

With the downfall of the dark forces, Aragorn was one of the biggest beneficiaries. And having restored his ancestral glory, he was now exceptionally relaxed.

And Princess Éowyn, who had proven herself no less capable than a man, puffed out her chest proudly when she saw Mike's gaze turn to her.

Her battle attire paired with her feminine beauty gave her a valiant air.

"Congratulations, Mr. Mike. Your story will live on forever in Middle-earth..." The Wizard Gandalf, who had walked forward, also looked wistful at this moment.

Who could have imagined that the young man who called himself a traveler sixty years ago would now single-handedly resolve the greatest hidden danger in Middle-earth.

While guarding the peace of Middle-earth, he also became a legendary hero no less than Isildur.

"Same to you," Mike also smiled knowingly, congratulating the Wizard.

At the moment Saruman fell, as one of the only two White Robe Wizards in Middle-earth, Gandalf stepped forward and guided people to resist the dark forces together.

This achievement was clearly not small.

Upon returning to Middle-earth, he would surely receive a reward from the Creator Iluvatar.

"By the way, we encountered these two unconscious little fellows on the way here. Please check if there's anything wrong with them." Gandalf said, stepping aside.

The Boromir brothers then quickly brought over the two unconscious Hobbits.

Frodo and Sam, these two Hobbit children, had endured much hardship on their journey, even if they hadn't directly contributed to the final victory.

Moreover, Frodo became the Ringbearer, and Sam joined the Ring-bearers, entirely at the Wizard's instigation, so he naturally did not want to see anything happen to them.

"It's not a big problem; they're just overly exhausted." Mike condensed two spheres of healing power, throwing the larger one onto Frodo and the smaller one onto Sam.

As the healing power merged, Frodo's mental energy, corroded by the One Ring, slowly began to recover. In a short while, his pale face regained color, and his eyelids slowly fluttered.

This was a sign of awakening.

On the other side, Sam, who had only fainted from exhaustion and hunger, recovered even faster and had already gotten up.

"Master Frodo, wake up quickly..."

"Sam, Sam... What happened to me...? I feel like I had a very long nightmare..."

"The nightmare is over, the Dark Lord has been eliminated by Mr. Mike!"

"..."

Watching the two wake up one after another, Boromir, Pippin, and others who had been worried about their safety, smiled happily again.

On the other side, the Wizard Gandalf looked deeply at Mike.

The Wizard could tell that Sam's condition was not very serious, but the mental trauma Frodo, as a former Ringbearer, had suffered was not so easily resolved.

Even Gandalf himself could not completely resolve the hidden injuries on Frodo.

Yet, such a thorny problem was casually solved by Mike, and it seemed very easy.

This couldn't help but make the Wizard think even more highly of Mike.

Of course, the fact that the matter ultimately had a perfect ending also made the Wizard feel as incredibly relaxed as Aragorn.

Afterward, to celebrate the elimination of the Dark Lord, at Aragorn's suggestion, everyone, including Mike, was invited to the capital of Gondor.

Wine... delicacies... rejoicing with the people...

The grand celebration banquet lasted for three days and three nights.

Driven by this trend, the people of Gondor, who had just suffered from the war, slowly recovered and regained hope for life.

"Aragorn, it's a pleasure to be your friend. I will always remember this friendship..." Elf Prince Legolas, who had to leave Middle-earth, solemnly raised his goblet to bid farewell to his good friend Aragorn before the banquet ended.

After this parting, the two might never have the chance to meet again.

"I will also always remember this friendship, my friend!" Aragorn also raised his goblet, a hint of melancholy and reluctance on his face.

Sixty years might not be long for two individuals with similarly long lifespans, but sixty years of living side by side was enough for them to understand each other and become like brothers.

Parting was imminent, and sadness was inevitable.

And with Legolas leading the way, Pippin, Merry, Gimli, King Théoden, and others also expressed their intention to leave.

Although less than half a year had passed, this perilous journey of the Ring-bearers made the Four Hobbit Children feel as if a very long time had passed.

Long enough for them to start missing the good life in the Shire.

As for King Théoden, Éomer, and Éowyn, they needed to return to Rohan to comfort their people.

After all, Rohan had also been attacked by the Orc army previously.

Thus, as everyone left one after another, the celebration banquet in Gondor gradually drew to a close.

Afterward, with the idea of a proper conclusion, Gandalf decided to escort the Four Hobbit Children back to the Shire, taking the Dwarf Gimli along the way.

On the other side, Mike, who had a spatial gate, conveniently took King Théoden and Legolas and others with him.

"Mr. Mike, can I come find you at Lonely Mountain later?"

At the border of Rohan, Princess Éowyn looked at Mike, who was about to leave, with eyes full of tenderness.

"Of course, Lonely Mountain always welcomes you!" Mike smiled.

Then, after nodding to King Théoden and Éomer, he stepped into the spatial gate leading to Greenwood the Great with the Elf Prince.

"Mr. Mike... Can I come find you at Lonely Mountain later...?"

Watching his sister, who was distraught because of Mike's departure, Éomer mimicked her earlier mannerisms in a high-pitched, affected voice.

"Are you trying to die!!!"

Teased, Éowyn blushed and chased after her brother, trying to hit him.

"You're so violent... Mr. Mike won't like you..."

"You're still talking... I'll beat you to death..."

Without the pressure of the Orc race, the brother and sister seemed to have suddenly become lively.

"It's great to be young."

King Théoden, following behind, couldn't help but show a benevolent smile on his face as he watched the siblings playfully squabble.

On the other side, Mike and Legolas, who had arrived at Greenwood the Great through the spatial gate, met Elven King Thranduil, who was waiting alone there.

"Father, I'm back." Legolas stepped forward to greet his father.

"Good, you've finally grown up..." After sixty years apart, Thranduil looked at his now steady son with a satisfied expression.

Paternal love as vast as a mountain was probably like this.

"Do you need me to send you to the Grey Havens?" After the father and son had their exchange, Mike spoke at the appropriate time.

With his spatial gate, it was very convenient for him to transport people.

"Thank you for your kindness, but it's not necessary. We have great stags for travel..." Thranduil politely declined.

After the spiritual energy in Middle-earth receded, it didn't mean that the Elves couldn't appear here; it just meant their lives would slowly fade away.

And for Thranduil and Legolas, who had almost infinite lifespans, staying a few more days in Middle-earth was nothing.

Thranduil even waited here specifically, perhaps wanting to travel slowly to the Grey Havens with Legolas, taking one last look at the scenery of Middle-earth while using this private time to deepen his father-son bond with his son.

"This Greenwood the Great will be entrusted to you from now on. I hope you will treat them well..."

Next, Elven King Thranduil took Mike on a tour of Greenwood the Great. After the handover was complete, he and his son rode away on great stags.

The Grey Elves' migration did not take away too many things. The cultivated orchards, fertile fields, and many daily necessities and production materials were all left in Greenwood the Great.

And this large amount of wealth also benefited Lonely Mountain.

"Goodbye, I wish you a smooth journey to Middle-earth!" Mike, who had received the Elven King's goodwill, also waved goodbye to the father and son.

...

"After more than two months, Lonely Mountain has become even more prosperous." On this day, the Wizard Gandalf, who had finished escorting the Hobbits home, came to the Lonely Mountain Kingdom alone.

Yes, as the population expanded daily, the Lonely Mountain power finally established its own kingdom.

After incorporating the Kingdom of Dale, the Lonely Mountain Kingdom, upon its establishment, surpassed Gondor and Rohan in momentum.

With Mike, the new Human King, presiding, the territory of the Lonely Mountain Kingdom extended south to Greenwood the Great, west to the Misty Mountains, and east to the Iron Hills area.

Its population even reached tens of millions.

Especially around Lonely Mountain, with the convergence of a large population, multiple commercial districts and markets of various sizes had formed.

The Wizard, on his journey, was also infected by the thriving atmosphere here.

"Gandalf, I never thought I'd see you again in my lifetime," In the Lonely Mountain Great Hall, Bilbo, dressed in casual attire, warmly embraced the arriving Wizard.

Bilbo had already visited the Northern Highlands, and after hearing that Mike had established a kingdom at Lonely Mountain, he had specially rushed here to congratulate him not long ago.

Then, this elderly Hobbit fell in love with the place once again.

And through his own efforts, he built a library here, hoping to educate the people of Lonely Mountain with it.

His ideal was truly grand.

"Oh, Bilbo, my old friend, you look very well. Has something good happened?" Gandalf smiled and embraced this old Hobbit, who was like a junior to him.

"Of course, I am now the first librarian of the Lonely Mountain Kingdom." Bilbo proudly shared, "And I've heard all about your and Mr. Mike's great deeds in Mordor. I'm planning to rewrite a biography based on your stories."

Reading, writing, and teaching people to read—these were Bilbo's newest found pleasures.

"A very good idea..." Seeing the Hobbit regain his enthusiasm for life, Gandalf nodded with satisfaction.

"Mr. Wizard, and Mr. Bilbo, please have some tea!" Just as the two were reuniting like old friends, Princess Éowyn, dressed in a beautiful long dress, served them black tea.

Not long after Mike returned to Lonely Mountain, Princess Éowyn also came here.

She was perceptive... knew when to advance and retreat...

Every day, besides revolving around Mike, she unexpectedly became good friends with Elven Princess Arwen and the Half-Elf Sophia.

"I came to bid you farewell this time. Middle-earth has returned to peace, and it's time for Radagast and me to return to Middle-earth." After taking a sip of tea, Gandalf looked at Mike, who was surrounded by the three girls, and unconsciously raised an eyebrow.

To be able to make an Elf Princess, a Human Princess, and a Half-Elf coexist peacefully, one had to admit it was a skill.

And Gandalf, who had always admired Queen Galadriel, was not ignorant of matters between men and women.

At this moment, there was even a hint of inexplicable envy in his eyes.

"Congratulations, you have finally achieved complete success!" Mike offered his blessings at the appropriate time.

As he said before, with the merit of maintaining peace in Middle-earth, the Wizard's treatment upon returning to Middle-earth would surely not be bad.

"To be able to eliminate the Dark Lord, it's also thanks to you..." Gandalf smiled, "I have reported your contributions to the peace of Middle-earth to Iluvatar truthfully, and this is his reward for you."

Saying that, the Wizard carefully pulled out a silver branch with two leaves from his in my arms.

The Tree of Life, like the White Tree in the White City, was the tree through which the Creator Iluvatar observed the rise and fall of the entire fantasy world.

It could be said that the Tree of Life was the origin of this world.

And Gandalf's special visit to Lonely Mountain this time was to deliver a reward on behalf of the Creator.

"What a beautiful branch!" As soon as the silver-glowing Tree of Life branch appeared, it captivated Princess Éowyn.

Arwen and Sophia, who had a higher level of understanding, showed expressions of shock.

"After you go to Middle-earth, please thank the Creator for his generosity on my behalf." Mike calmly took the Tree of Life branch.

[Power of Creation (Trait)]... [Matter Transformation (Trait)]... [Life Analysis (Trait)]...

[World * Energy + 200,000,000]...

In an instant, a large amount of information and energy entered Mike's body.

The [Power of Creation] with the origin of the world also gave Mike some ideas for creating his own [Divine Kingdom].

Specifically, [Power of Creation] was like a seed; it only needed continuous watering to eventually blossom and bear fruit.

It could be said that this World Tree branch sent by Iluvatar was the most precious "gift" Mike had received so far.

Of course, Mike, who had such a great harvest, was not as happy as one might imagine at this moment.

Because he had already confirmed that the Creator Iluvatar, who was in Middle-earth, had always been watching him.

And this World Tree branch in his hand might not be without a "warning" meaning.

Roughly similar to: I'm watching you, don't mess around.