The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth.

Chapter 852 The Turning of the Gears of Fate

"This year is already the year 2952 of the Third Era..." Roland leaned back on the sofa, lazily touching the fireplace with his hand, and comfortably squinted his eyes.

"What major events are happening this year?" Roland pondered the year's major events while looking at the image crystal with Nyx's image on it. After all, the year 2951 of the Third Era had been relatively uneventful. Today, Roland was looking for some fun, though he didn't want to become the fun himself.

"2952... Hiss! The gears of fate have begun to turn!" Roland exclaimed, slapping his thigh. He had discovered something crucial: this was the starting point of the Lord of the Rings storyline!
In 2952, Elrond revealed Aragorn's origins and true name, and gave him a fragment of the sword Nasir. At the same time, Aragorn met his beloved Arwen, the "Twilight Star," of the Middle-earth elves, in the forests of the Valley of the Dead.

"Damn! A major event is about to begin in Middle-earth!" Roland suddenly stood up and began pacing around the room, thinking about the next plan and preparations. After all, Aragorn, the chosen one of the original story, was headed to the Romanian region next!

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Meanwhile, young Aragorn also learns his true identity and name! He is the rightful heir to the throne of Gondor! The immense shock is hard for him to accept, and the bewildered Aragorn wanders aimlessly throughout Rivendell, only to catch a glimpse of a beautiful figure in the forest!

Aragorn couldn't help but chase after her... This beautiful elven girl was named Arwen, the last elf in the prophecy of Middle-earth! So Elrond named her "Twilight Star"!
Their private meeting was easily discovered by Elrond, a sixth-tier peak overlord. Elrond did not refuse Aragorn's proposal, but stated that only a true king was worthy to hold Twilight Star's hand! Before that, Aragorn needed to prove himself!
(That's right, Elrond, being a half-elf, didn't choose the conventional elven classes of ranger or archer; instead, he chose the human class of overlord!)

"What truly defines a king?" Aragorn asked devoutly. He was utterly infatuated with Arwen, having fallen for her at first sight. Let alone becoming a king, he would dare to single-handedly overthrow Mordor right now!
"..." Elrond paused for a moment, and the image of the human who had tied up Lind and threatened him couldn't help but surface in his mind.

“Like King Roland of Lagrange! Only when you truly become the King of Gondor will I entrust Arwen to you!” Elrond said coldly. As a father, he needed to be responsible for his daughter! Choosing a powerful enough husband was the only thing he could do for his daughter as a father; he didn't want her future to be bleak and miserable.

Elrond did everything a father could, but he still couldn't change Arwen's tragic fate. In the original story, after her beloved Aragorn's death, Arwen also gave up the immortality of the Elves and chose to leave this world with her husband. Elrond had already foreseen this when he entrusted Arwen to Aragorn, but setting a high bar was the only reasonable excuse he could use to refuse Aragorn. After all, he didn't want to be the villain who ruined his daughter's love. Of course, if this kid is useless, you can't blame me, right? Elrond's plan was quite clever…

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"Wait for me to come back!" After a passionate kiss with Arwen, the two newly in love souls had to suppress their longing for each other and part ways. Aragorn looked carefully at every inch of Arwen's exquisite face and said firmly.

"Go, I'll wait for you!" Alvin said softly, stroking Aragorn's hand that was stroking her own, her big, watery eyes filled with reluctance and anticipation.

"Smack... Smack~ Poel!" Looking into Arwen's eyes, Aragorn couldn't help but pull her into his arms again, and then the two kissed without caring about anyone else.

"Cough cough!" Elrond, who was holding the elven scimitar, couldn't help but cough a few times. His father was still alive! The look in his eyes as he looked at Aragorn Elrond was starting to become dangerous.

"Snap!" The crisp sound of a sword being drawn startled the two of them, and then Alvin, blushing, gently pushed Aragorn away.

"Hehehe..." Aragorn couldn't help but laugh awkwardly at Elrond's icy expression. "..." Elrond's fist clenched and unclenched, and finally, his eyes drooped helplessly as he looked at Arwen.

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"Closely monitor a tall, brown-haired Dúnedan man? His name might be Aragorn, Solongil, or Bigfoot?" Baron Ismir's face twisted as he stared at the secret letter that had been sent from Lagrange, relayed through Swiftstream, and finally delivered to Lulong Fortress!
"What the hell?" Ismir held up the letter for the tall Ymir to see.

"Do as the King commands! He won't harm us!" Ymir didn't understand either, but that didn't stop him from making Ismir pledge his loyalty to the King! After all, there were no cases in Lagrang's history of brain-dead kings or emperors targeting their own border vassals. Even the most incompetent ruler knew that border nobles needed to be treated with caution! What benefits would killing off border nobles bring besides extending the country's defenses? Did Roland want the border to be noisy? Did he want the border to be large? Or did he want the endless stretches of orcs beyond the border?
"Indeed!" Ismir rubbed his temples, puzzled by the secret order, but he still summoned the soldiers and gave them instructions.

Meanwhile, in the Misty Mountains, Apophis Breo also received a magical envelope sent directly from Lagrange City.

"Who is this? Olaf, go check it out!" Apophis Breo frowned and said to Olaf. The frustrating thing was that Roland hadn't had time to expand his intelligence network, while Apophis Breo had already established his own in the surrounding area…

"What does this mean? Close monitoring and surveillance?" Dura couldn't help but ponder. After all, this was the king's order, but why would the king pay attention to an ordinary vagrant?

"Did you find it?" After a while, Olaf returned from reviewing the files, and Apophis Breo looked up and asked.

“No, but there are some fragmentary records. Traveling merchants mentioned that there was a very active bigfoot on the northern grasslands… That was a thing of the past!” Olaf handed over the only record.

"Hiss... What do we do? The information is so vague... How can we monitor him? We might not even be able to tell if he's coming to our territory!" Dula exclaimed.

"Give the order! Secret surveillance! Execute the order!" Apophis Breo slammed his fist on the table. After all, this was the king's order! As a vassal, Apophis Breo had to obey as long as he did not break his oath and morals!
"Okay!" Olaf and Dura exchanged a glance. Despite their teasing, they still had business to attend to.

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“Aragorn has come alive! Middle-earth, Middle-earth! Where are you headed now?” Roland sighed as he gazed at the meadows outside the window, which were beginning to turn yellow.

"Order the troops stationed in various regions to help the people harvest! It's time to race against time!" Roland commanded, gazing at the somewhat gloomy sky. As a king who had experienced famine, he knew better than anyone that nothing could destroy a kingdom faster than running out of food! Waterlogged grain would be useless!
This is a follow-up update from yesterday. Thank you all for your support...

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