Transmigrate to the world of The Lord of the Rings?

[Early the next morning.]

Aldril had finished washing his face; unlike the other times, this time he had a mirror borrowed from the tavern.

He held the mirror very carefully and looked at his reflection with a mixture of surprise.

This was the first time he could see his face and body properly. He is six feet tall, athletic build, with black hair tied in a ponytail that reached his shoulders with a few unruly strands.

The features of his face were sharp and chiseled, with a firm jaw that brought out his masculinity.

But what was most striking were his eyes: deep and enchanting, an amber color that seemed to burn with a light of its own.

"Fuck, I hadn't noticed, but I look like fucking Geralt of Rivia; more specifically Henry Cavill in his portrayal of Geralt No wonder the original Aldril was very popular in Lindora; he even managed to fuck the wife of the village chief." Shaking his head; Aldril chuckled a little.

"This face got the original Aldril into a lot of trouble, but fuck buddy, who would say no to someone who looks like Geralt and even more so with the appearance of Henry Cavill? Although my face is younger compared to Henry."

Certainly, this appearance is completely different from his previous life. He wasn't ugly before, but he wasn't so handsome that women would fall in love just looking at him.

Perhaps having slightly chubby cheeks took away a few points of attractiveness. Despite his looks, he had had relationships with many women.

Being an engineer helped him a lot; there were many who would only go for the money, but others went for love, although in the end he ended up dying a bachelor.

Anyway, it's no use having a beautiful face in this world if you're not strong enough to protect yourself. Becoming very handsome is a new experience, but the most important thing now is to become strong in order to survive the next wars.

Shaking his head, Aldril put an end to his thoughts and began to dress in his new clothes. He put on a black T-shirt, whose soft and elastic fabric fit his figure perfectly, providing him with comfort.

Over this, he pulled on comfortable leather dungarees which offered an extra layer of protection without sacrificing her flexibility.

He then donned a black leather breastplate. This provided additional defense against potentially lethal attacks.

To complete his attire, Aldril made sure to equip himself with armor for his legs and arms. The armor pieces were purchased with the proceeds from the sale of the previous day's deer meat and wolf pelt.

The meat from yesterday's giant deer was sold for a total of three gold coins. One gold coin in this world is roughly equivalent to fifty silver coins.

The drink and feast he invited Gandalf to last night cost him ten silver coins, plus the purchase of clothing, leather armor, a new saddle, arrows and supplies. With everything purchased, he had only ten coins left. It can be said that the money spent was gone like water.

Originally, Aldril thought of buying a set of steel wire armor, but gave up after only asking the price.

To finalize his outfit, he hung the silver sword at his waist, placed two daggers at his waist, the bow and arrows on his back. "I don't understand how the Hobbits would have all this weaponry for sale. Well, that's none of my business." With that said, Aldril left the room he rented the night before.

As he walked out of the tavern room, Aldril bumped into a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"Ohw."

"Haha, a good morning, isn't it?" a mocking voice rang out, causing Aldril to look up.

"Oh, it's you, Gandalf. And yes, it is a good morning." Aldril said as he rubbed his forehead and walked hunched over towards Gandalf.

Looking at the red mark left by the candlestick, Gandalf sneered, "Be careful, lest a mere candlestick leave you a bruise. Haha. Ouch." His taunt was interrupted, as as he turned around he also hit a wooden structure.

"Haha, you should be careful too, Gandalf."

"Ugh! I know that! Anyway, come on, let's go find someone" With that said, they both left the tavern, got on their horses and rode off into the distance.

"I see your horse seems happy with the new saddle" Gandalf said, opening the conversation.

"So it seems so, are you happy big guy? Because I am, it's comfortable and has a nice design" Aldril said as Shadow Star whinnied in agreement.

As the two continued to talk, on the horizon they could see the sun begin to rise, giving the indication that it would soon be noon.

The two rode through Hobbiton, while waving from time to time to the lively Hobbit children. As they rode on, they crossed two clear streams, several hills, low hills and large expanses of green farmland.

Not long after, Aldril saw a short, stocky Hobbit sitting on a bench by the side of the road and smoking quietly.

"There's our last member" Gandalf muttered as he rode up to approach the hobbit.

Aldril followed Gandalf and as he got closer he could clearly see the little hobbit.

"Oh but if it isn't our little friend Bilbo Baggins" Aldril said to himself, as he gave a smile to the Hobbit who saw them approaching.

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