"Smaug is my mount. I'll make you sit wherever I want you to sit, so stop talking nonsense."
Ganahta led Éowyn over to sit down and declared domineeringly. They had to keep up the act—given Andrew's personality, how could he possibly stay inside a mount's claws? Therefore, Ganahta had to sit on his back.
Andrew did not care about such a trivial matter. They were riding him now, but perhaps he would get to ride them back someday.
Éowyn was still somewhat uneasy. Just as she was about to say something, Andrew spread his wings and flew swiftly toward Rivendell.
"Don't worry, he doesn't mind."
Ganahta said carelessly, then thought of a problem. "Wait, Andrew, with Éowyn here, how am I supposed to eat? You're not fooling me, are you?"
"One Illusion solves that. Why would I need to fool you?"
Andrew said irritably. Then, using Illusion, he isolated Éowyn's senses, making her think Ganahta was simply sitting there in a daze.
In reality, Ganahta began stuffing herself. Andrew was used to keeping large quantities of supplies in his Storage Space, and he took out some cake to reward Ganahta, making her beam with joy.
Rivendell was not particularly far from Rohan. By horse, the journey would take roughly half a month to a month, but at Andrew's flying speed, they could arrive within a day.
By now, many guests had already arrived in Rivendell, including Gloin of the Dwarves, Legolas, prince of the Woodland Realm, Boromir, son of the Steward of Gondor, and others.
They had come to Rivendell because of the One Ring.
Shadow Sauron had forged the One Ring, the Three Elven Rings, the Seven Dwarven Rings, and the Nine Rings for Mortal Men at Mount Doom. Every ring possessed tremendous power, and the One Ring could