Bro, Time to Take Your Medicine

"Heaven is truly blind; a beautiful flower has been stuck in cow dung!"

Russell was indignant. Arwen was Aragorn's girlfriend and would become his queen in the future. If it were any other couple, Russell might have accepted this brother as his own.

But Aragorn and Arwen couldn't do that. The latter gave up almost infinite life for Aragorn, transforming from an elf into a mortal just to stay with him for a few short decades. Faced with such great love, those who still yearn for loose earth are truly hopeless!

Seeing Russell's deep-seated grudge, Aragorn was extremely pleased. After being ridiculed and mocked by Russell all the way, he finally managed to turn the tables.

The three returned to the camp together. Suddenly, Russell seemed to have thought of something and mysteriously pulled Aragorn back, the two of them falling a step behind Arwen.

Russell whispered, "Dude, aren't we brothers?"

"Excuse me, I have amnesia. Who are you?"

Russell pretended not to hear and continued, "Look at you, you're showing off your love, you can't leave your brother single, can you? Tell Arwen for me to introduce her sisters to me when we get to Rivendell."

Aragorn was speechless for a moment, and after a long silence, he said, "I'm sorry, I won't do that. Love between elves and humans is destined to end in tragedy. Because if an elf marries a human, she will lose her immortality and live a painful and short life."

Aragorn's voice was loud enough for Arwen to hear clearly; he said it on purpose. He loved her deeply and didn't want Arwen to give up his long life. A few decades for a human was too short for an elf; even a trip home to his mother's house wasn't enough time.

Arwen didn't change his pace, turned around and smiled faintly at Aragorn, gently stabbing Aragorn in the heart. The guy immediately changed his stance and ran over to him, fussing over him.

Russell tugged at Aragorn again. "Brother, this topic is too heavy for me."

"What's the meaning?"

Are there any female elves who don't date or get married?

Aragorn: "..."

Arwen: "..."

The three returned to the camp, and the campfire burned brighter and brighter under the care of Frodo and the others. Russell picked up the ingredients, put them into the iron pot in the correct proportions, and waited for the medicine to take full effect.

Arwen stood alone in front of the white horse, took out her water pouch and fed the horse water. In the original story, she met Aragorn briefly before taking the injured and poisoned Frodo to Rivendell.

Now it's not necessary. Frodo fine, sitting by the iron pot with his bowl in hand.

A faint aroma of meat wafted through the air, attracting countless greedy predators from the forest. Russell plunged his Adamantium Blade into the ground, and a thunderclap shot into the sky, scattering the birds and beasts in terror.

"Are you kidding me? You think you can just lay a finger on the Russell family's dining table? They won't even let you smell the food!"

As Russell spoke, he glanced at Arwen without making it obvious, or rather, his gaze was fixed on the white horse.

"What a beautiful horse, so proud and pure, just like an elf..." Russell licked his lips. "Aragorn, is that the legendary unicorn?"

"Yes! What, what's wrong?" Aragorn asked in a trembling voice, with a sense of foreboding.

"It looks delicious!"

Aragorn: "..."

I knew it!

On the other side, Arwen walked over, utterly speechless. She had heard Russell's words, twice.

Unicorns are elves' best friends, and Russell actually wanted to cook her friend—this can't be ignored.

Arwen simply couldn't understand how the righteous Aragorn could befriend a scoundrel like Russell; the two seemed to have nothing in common. As Aragorn's future wife, she felt she should do something, otherwise, if Aragorn spent too much time with Russell, he might end up with another wife.

"Aragorn, are you sure you want to eat the flesh and blood of Nightmare?" Arwen asked.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, would I harm my own brother?" Russell replied, filling a bowl and handing it to Aragorn: "Brother, it's time for your medicine. Ugh, have some soup to warm yourself up first."

"No, I don't have much of an appetite."

Looking at the soup in front of him, Aragorn shook his head repeatedly. It smelled delicious, but the presentation was really unappealing. The soup was as black as ink, topped with a layer of white fat, and on top of that, mottled red oil. The three colors, black, white, and red, were clearly distinct. He would never drink a drop of it, even if you killed him.

"Alas, you really don't know what's good for you. This bowl of meat soup may not grant you immortality, but it will definitely improve your health." Russell said, and immediately took a sip.

"Etc!"

Aragorn grabbed Russell's hand, looked up at Arwen, and gestured for her to check on him, making sure he hadn't drunk anything wrong with Russell. This guy was already mentally unstable; if he got even worse, he might just kick the bucket on the spot.

Arwen sighed reluctantly, her slender hand touching the rim of the bowl as she chanted an elven incantation. A white light shone forth, a holy radiance spreading from Arwen's palm before vanishing without a trace.

She looked at Russell in surprise. "How did you manage to cook the highly poisonous Nightmare flesh and blood into a nourishing medicine?"

"This is a secret recipe, how can I easily reveal it?" Russell picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp, swallowing the meat along with it. His attribute points remained unchanged, and the effect was mediocre.

With Frodo 'Russell permission, Frodo and his companions cheered and began to devour the Nightmare meat. As soon as they ate it, they felt warm all over and sweated profusely, so they couldn't help but run around the campfire.

For Russell, the enhancement effect of Nightmare Flesh was negligible, but for the four of them, it was clearly an overdose.

"What's wrong with them?" Aragorn asked anxiously.

"They've had too much energy. Ignore them. You want a bowl too?" Russell said, handing the broth to Aragorn again.

"No, I have no appetite." Aragorn shook his head repeatedly, repeating the same statement: he would rather die than drink a drop.

Arwen, intrigued, took the bowl of soup and slowly drank it, letting out a soft sigh after a moment. Having tasted its sweetness, she wasn't quite satisfied and handed the empty bowl to Russell: "It tastes good, have another bowl."

"It's no use. This medicine is only effective for the first sip. After that, it's just a matter of tasting it."

"You can taste it too."

Seeing his girlfriend fall for him, Aragorn was puzzled. Don't elves usually prefer delicate and refined food? Why would she be interested in communal cooking? Could it be that it's really delicious?

Thinking of this, Aragorn involuntarily looked at the large iron pot, and quickly shook his head. Aragorn was a man of his word; what he said was as good as water spilled. He wouldn't go back on his word. Since he said he wouldn't drink it, he would never touch it, and no one could change his mind.

"Aragorn, you should have some too." Arwen handed over a bowl.

"Um!"

Ten seconds later, Aragorn, with a look of lingering enjoyment, exclaimed, "Delicious!"

"How's it going? Do you feel your physique getting stronger?"

Russell pressed his advantage, asking questions while the other three, including Russell, ate heartily, bowl after bowl, without him noticing.

"Yes, there have been some changes." Aragorn nodded solemnly, then subconsciously asked, "Russell, is this the reason you've become stronger?"

"Of course, but this kind of strengthening is not unlimited. You should have felt it too. Nightmare can only be taken once, and it will be ineffective the second time."

Aragorn nodded. "Indeed, but it's quite exaggerated. Just by eating, you can become stronger. If I hadn't experienced it myself, I definitely wouldn't believe it."

"Would you like to experience it a second time?"

"The second time?"

"Isn't there a unicorn too? If you use your charm, Arwen definitely won't refuse. We won't be greedy, just take a couple of pieces."

Arwen: "..."

I haven't left yet!