-Early the next morning-
Aldril had finished washing his face. Unlike other times, he now 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 properly see his face and body. He was six feet tall, with an athletic build and black hair tied in a ponytail that reached his shoulders, with a few unruly strands. His facial features were sharp and chiseled, with a firm jaw that highlighted 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 sleep with the village chief's wife." Shaking his head, Aldril chuckled a little.
"This face got the original Aldril into a lot of trouble, but damn, who would say no to someone who looks like Geralt, and even more so with Henry Cavill's appearance? Although my face is younger compared to Henry's."
Certainly, this appearance was completely different from his previous life. He wasn't ugly before, but he wasn't so handsome that women would fall in love just by 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; many 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 was a new experience, but the most important thing now was 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 trousers, which offered an extra layer of protection without sacrificing his 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 was 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 could be said that the money vanished 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, and 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 chandelier, Gandalf sneered, "Be careful, lest a mere chandelier leave you a bruise. Haha. Ouch." His taunt was interrupted, as he turned around and 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, 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, indicating that it would soon be noon. The two rode through Hobbiton, 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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