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

Chapter 1 A Fader Falls from the Sky

A golden meteor suddenly streaked across the night sky, then turned around and disappeared in the land of Zhongzhou.

Humans who occasionally saw this golden meteor did not pay too much attention to it and just treated it as an ordinary meteor.

The romantic and literary elves made their own insignificant wishes to the meteor, while the dwarves wanted to identify the location where the meteor fell and try to find meteoric iron from it.

The gray-robed wizard stared at the direction where the golden meteor fell with his wise blue eyes. He held a cigarette in his mouth, his old face showing a pensive expression, and he remained silent for a long time.

[When the alien star falls, gold will rise. ]

"Friend or foe?"

Finally, the gray-robed wizard left this doubtful sentence and rode away on his horse in the opposite direction of the falling meteor.

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The Shire, Hobbiton
It was a sunny afternoon, peaceful and lively, accompanied by the aroma of afternoon tea desserts.

Bilbo Baggins, as a hobbit.

At this moment, he should be leisurely enjoying sausages, toast, cookies and black tea in his Bag End, feeling the deliciousness and sweetness of these foods mixing in his mouth, and finally sitting in the rocking chair and burping comfortably as the highest praise for this afternoon tea.

But now, wearing a brown shirt and black bell-bottom pants, he looked naive and was standing outside his Bag End with a sad face.

Not only that, outside the lush green door of his house stood a circle of relatives, friends and neighbors who also had sad faces.

Bilbo and the hobbits all looked towards the roof of Bilbo's grassy field.

"Bilbo, why don't you climb up and take a look? After all, that's your roof, isn't it?" suggested a female hobbit with a sharp voice.

She was wearing a dark yellow dress and a black hat, but the look she gave Bilbo was full of gloating.

Bilbo pointed back rudely: "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking, Lobelia Sackville-Baggins! You must have beaten me up and been stabbed by that strange armor on the roof, then went to my house and stole my silver spoon! You planned to do that last time and I caught you."

The other hobbits who came to watch laughed at her, making Lobelia embarrassed.

She said somewhat angrily, "But this thing landed on your roof. You're going to have to deal with it sooner or later."

Bilbo shrugged. "Don't worry about that. Perhaps this armor that fell on my roof is just a gift from heaven. Oh, maybe I should sell it to a wizard. Maybe I can get a good price for it. And then I can use the money to buy more cheese and sausages..."

“Ka-la—”

Perhaps the suit of armor on the roof heard what Bilbo was going to do with him, for its arm moved, making a metallic sound.

The noisy crowd outside Bilbo's house suddenly quieted down. Even the two Baggins who were arguing just now shut their mouths, their hearts beating faster due to nervousness.

However, the armor did not make any further movement, which made Bilbo, who was holding his breath, breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he turned around and was about to say something to his friends, relatives and neighbors who had come to watch, but he found that these hobbits had disappeared without a trace at some point, leaving behind a mess.

For example, melon seed shells and fruit peels.

Bilbo sighed, then took a deep breath, looked at the roof of his house, and mustered up his courage and said, "Well, well, let me see what dares to hit the roof of Baggins' house!"

He returned to Bag End, holding the frying pan he usually used to fry fish and sausages, climbed onto the roof and came to the motionless armor.

Bilbo tiptoed over carefully, saying like a stuffed hamster trying to intimidate, "You'd better not mess with the Baggins family. We are the most powerful family in all Hobbiton. I will hit your helmet off with my frying pan and kick your boots off with my foot."

It was a humanoid face-covering armor wrapped entirely in silver-white unknown metal. The helmet had delicate carvings resembling tree branches, and feathers like snow-white wolf hair fell behind it.

The silver shoulder armor on both sides also has exquisite carvings, but the shape is more like some kind of leaves.

The face and the area above the chest not covered by armor were covered with chain mail, making it impossible to tell whether there was a person inside or some other rotting corpse.

Is this perhaps an elf?
Bilbo thought to himself as he looked at the armor that was obviously of extraordinary workmanship.

This made him feel a little scared but also a little excited, because Bilbo had never seen an elf and only knew about this race from books.

As a result, even when he closed his eyes and gently tapped the chest of the mysterious silver-white armor with a frying pan that still had a hint of sausage aroma, the other party did not respond.

Bilbo quickly put the pan away, blinked, and showed a thoughtful expression.

Then he plucked up his courage, went to the helmet and took it off with force.

"Oh my god……"

Bilbo exclaimed as he looked at the unconscious face revealed when the helmet was removed.

This is the face of a young human, with a handsome appearance and a head of black messy hair.

But at this time his lips were a little purple and his face was a little pale. He looked like he was in urgent need of a comfortable bed, a burning fireplace and hot milk and vegetable soup to warm his body.

He originally thought that there was no living creature inside the armor, but it turned out that there was a living human being inside.

Bilbo's first reaction was: How did he survive a fall from such a height?

The second reaction is: How do I move it from the roof to the house?
Bilbo never thought of leaving the other person here. As a hobbit, he was very kind-hearted.

So the owner of Bag End looked at his slightly tilted roof, then looked at the ground below his roof which was not paved with stones, and his eyes rolled around.

While struggling to pull at the armor that was nearly twice his height, he muttered, "Since you fell from such a high altitude, this distance should be fine, right?"

Bilbo said as he put the helmet back on the unconscious human's head.

In order to prevent it from being worn firmly, he tapped it twice more.

"Three, two, one, up!"

With a sound of great strength, Bilbo heard a clang and pushed the armored man that had fallen on his roof to the ground, right in front of the door. "Phew, well, it seems you're lucky. You don't have to rub it in the mud for any longer."

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When the Faded One woke up from his coma, what met his eyes was the gentle orange light, what he heard was the peaceful chirping of insects at night, and what he smelled was the fragrance of herbs.

The brown wooden ceiling was lit by black metal chandeliers, but the faded found themselves very close.

He was covered with a clean white quilt that only covered his upper body. The White Wolf War Ghost armor he was wearing had been taken off and neatly placed on the small cabinet at the end of the bed, leaving only his black base layer on his body.

As for the lower body, that is, the two legs, they were placed on a cushioned chair by an unknown person.

Because the bed he was lying on was very short.

"Ding ding dong dong."

It sounded like the sound of cutting vegetables coming from somewhere else, accompanied by the aroma of meat. The faded person could be sure that someone was cutting a piece of salty and delicious sausage.

He tried to sit up, but felt like his body was falling apart. After struggling for a few times, he went from lying down to sitting on the bed that didn't fit his body shape.

Where am I? Have I been saved by the demihumans?
No, demihumans don’t have such a clean and tidy living environment... and they wouldn’t rescue me and put me on a bed when I was unconscious.

They would just treat someone like me who is unconscious as a surprise meal.

Then he saw a human who was only about as tall as his waist, as tall as a demihuman, walking out with a smile on his face, holding a plate of food.

He was wearing clean and tidy clothes, a brown jacket and shorts.

but……

The Faded One's gaze moved to the other person's feet. It was a pair of large feet covered with a lot of brown hair. No normal human would have such large feet.

And such big feet belong to someone who is half his height and doesn't even wear shoes.

So they're still demi-humans? Demi-humans dressed in clean, neat clothes? But I've never seen a demi-human with a human face.

Just as the Fader was lost in confusion, the man saw him sitting on the bed with his head almost touching the ceiling, and showed a happy expression: "Oh, my friend, you are finally awake. You know, you slept in my bed for two whole days. If your chest hadn't been rising and falling, I would have thought you were dead."

The Faded One showed an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, kind stranger. But may I ask where I am now? Am I in the city of Rodel on the Yatan Plateau, or in the small town on Lake Lienia?"

Bilbo opened his eyes slightly, glanced around, especially at the window to his right. After confirming that he was still in Hobbiton, he said, "No, neither of those two places you mentioned. This is where we hobbits gather, and it's called Hobbiton. If you want to know the name of this land, it's called the Shire."

Then Bilbo came straight over and put the tray in his hand on the low table beside the bed.

At least for a fader, this table is low.

But it was certainly just right for Bilbo.

"I made dinner, but I'm not very good at taking care of injuries. Can you eat this?" Bilbo took one of the plates from the dinner plate. On it was cod fried carefully in butter, and the fat gave off a pleasant aroma.

Just as the Faded One was about to raise his hand, the severe pain all over his body came back.

Bilbo saw this and realized what was wrong. He said quickly, "I'm sorry, I forgot you fell from such a height. You must have broken bones all over your body. Although I have never taken care of anyone, since you fell on my roof, I will take it upon myself to feed you."

"No." The Faded One shook his head, then he endured the pain and raised his right hand, grabbing at the air a few times.

Then a glass bottle shaped like a dewdrop suddenly appeared in his hand, with a layer of bright red liquid at the bottom of the bottle.

Fortunately, there is one last bite.

The Faded One breathed a sigh of relief, then raised the dew dropper bottle and drank the remaining red liquid in one gulp.

The familiar warmth instantly enveloped the body of the Faded One, and the injuries that caused unbearable pain all over his body disappeared in just a few seconds.

His pale face turned rosy, his black eyes were no longer weak, and he stood up from the bed.

"Boom-"

"Ow."

The Fader then hit his head against the chandelier above him, causing him to cry out in pain.

Bilbo opened his mouth and swallowed back the words he was about to say to stop the other man from standing up.

He coughed lightly and said, "You humans are indeed not tall enough to move around in a hobbit's home. You'd better sit down. By the way, did I introduce myself? My name is Bilbo Baggins, what's yours?"

Then Bilbo pointed curiously at the dewdrop bottle in the Fader's hand and asked, "How did you make it happen just now? Is there a wizard's elixir in it? Are you a wizard? Like Gandalf the Grey who came back here to set off fireworks on New Year's Day?"

The Faded One was a little confused by Bilbo's question. He had never seen anyone so talkative before.

He thought for a second and decided to answer the other party's first question first: "I, I can't remember my name very clearly. But I remember that others called me 'The Tarnished', which means the lightless person who has lost his blessing..."

"I don't know the Gandalf you're talking about. As for this dewdrop bottle, although I don't know what a wizard is, I'm sure it's not some alchemical potion. The liquid here is some form of the Golden Blessing. As long as you have breath left, drinking it will quickly restore your body to its best health."

The Faded One glanced at Bilbo, who showed interest, and added, "But it can't cure disease or poisoning. If you're already poisoned, it can only restore your body to its pre-poisoning state. But the toxins remain in your body, and your body will still be affected by them. If you're wondering about the taste, it tastes a bit like a mixture of apples, grapes, and strawberries."

Bilbo shook his head. "Oh, I don't really care... well, I do care a little about the taste. But you've already drunk it, haven't you, Mr. Tanes? Let's enjoy the fine wine I've stored, and then I can listen to your stories with a sumptuous dinner. Please wait here for a moment, and I'll make some more dinner to celebrate your awakening."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and ran to another part of Bag End on his broad, thick paws without waiting for the Fader to say anything.

Was the kindhearted person who rescued him a little too hospitable? The Faded One wondered.

He had no idea that the Hobbits were such a welcoming, kind, and peaceful race.

　The protagonist, the faded one, has experienced eight weeks and all endings.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)