crown of stars

The story takes place long after the adventures of the Messiah and the half-elves have ended.

Turin and Sam returned to ordinary life, and the pastor and Arman returned to their hometown to get married and have a lovely red-haired boy.

For the first time ever, Kulurien, which is always covered with hazy mist, has a snowfall, which accumulates on the top of the tree, as if the gold is covered with a silver top.The elves rejoiced for this long-lost snow, and the elves who traveled to the world brought the customs of mortals.Under the command of the lord Ragodier, the elves whose life has not changed for a long time tied the evergreen pine trees to the branches with ribbons and small gold and silver pendants, and the bells rang softly with the wind.

Nigel pushed open the window of the Silver Blue Palace and let out a breath of white air.

The life of the elves is so boring that they hang bright ribbons all over the forest overnight. God knows how many things they have accumulated over thousands of years.The bonfire underneath has been set up, and the delicacies are already in place. The fair-haired, silver-haired, and black-haired elves gather together in twos and threes, with happy smiles on their faces.

The half-elf didn't want to go downstairs. In the season when the bears fell into hibernation, he just wanted to nest next to the hearth with a warm fire and read a book quietly.Nigel closed the bed with little interest, and was about to return to the soft, fluffy recliner.

The cherry wooden door knocked three times rhythmically, and Nigel forced the invisible servant to open the door, and it was indeed the silver-haired lord who came to urge him.

"King." Legordier looked helplessly at the half-elf wrapped tightly in his cloak, amused and said helplessly, "You should go down and walk more, it is not good for you to be in the palace all the time. Even my god, he often Come among us."

"It's too cold outside." The half-elf rubbed against the thick plush lounge chair, as if trying to let it drown him.

"Your excuse is too much... This is not the reason why you don't want to go down. As the successor of His Majesty Elway, you should get in touch with your people more." The silver-haired lord shook his head, and the elves hardly moved. Will be affected by the changes of the four seasons, even half-elfs have high resistance to the external environment.Nigel returned to the ethnic group from the mortals, and it is inevitable that he still has the habits of mortals.

"Oh, let's change it, I'm still young." Nigel turned over and turned his back to Legordier.

The silver-haired lord couldn't help but laugh. Even though the half-elf has been struggling in human society for 60 years and seems to be mature in stature and mind, it is still an immature cub in front of the elf whose lifespan is almost eternal.Only after more than 200 years, Nigel will truly become an adult and take over the crown of King Elwey.

"Since Wang realizes that he is not yet an adult, he should go down and talk to his peers more." Legodil said with a smile.

Nigel suddenly had one head and two big ones.The elves have a long tradition, and the genealogical tapestry passed down by each family alone is enough for him to fill the entire corridor, and the vast sea of ​​poetry and music scores is even more headache for him.The half-elf's tongue, capable of the most awkward incantations, began to tie up at the thought of his nominal subjects holding instruments and eyes playfully asking him to write a long poem.

There was a light flapping of wings on the terrace, and Messiah folded his wings and brushed away the white snow.Legordier immediately switched objects.

"My God, there is a celebration today, can I invite you to go with the king?"

Anticipating what was going to happen next, the half-elf got up from the couch resignedly, and put on the gold silk forehead crown.

The silver-haired lord immediately gave a gratified look and stepped out of the way.

For half-elves, apart from the unbearable memories of their childhood, there is nothing worse than being forcibly dragged out of bed in winter.He wrapped his cloak tightly. The winter wolf fur woven with magic runes didn't seem to be able to keep out the cold, and he still felt a bit of cold soak into his bones.

All the elves under the pine tree laughed.

The young half-elf and the silver-haired god walked in the front, followed by Legodil, who was completely covered by the back of Messiah.Nigel covered his sleeves, trying to bury his head in the thick clothes, like a fluffy little bear.The naturally exuding vitality made them, elves with young bodies but very old souls, envious and jealous, but they were willing to protect them at all costs.

Tables were put together next to each other by the campfire, and turkey, cake, pudding, ham and sweet soup were served on silver plates on delicate tablecloths, exuding tempting aromas.The elves have enchanted the delicacy so that it can keep the temperature for a long time.Sitting by the sparkling pool was a musician holding a flute. A black-haired elf girl plucked the strings, and the melodious music floated in the air.

When Nigel approached, the elves who formed a human wall side by side suddenly dispersed, and several figures who thought they would never see each other appeared.

"It's you?" Nigel widened his eyes, staring at his partner whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Haha, it's us." The dwarf Turin wore a red and white jacket for the first time, and waved the gift box in both hands at the half-elf, and the things in the box slammed into each other.Sam is still the same, but he is full of spring. He finally won Grace's heart, and the two are discussing the wedding.The pastor overfulfilled Milwin's mission and won the favor of the god. Not only did he become the Patriarch of the Archdiocese, but his face was still as beautiful as before, as if time had frozen on her body.

Nigel turned to Arman.

The copper-haired earl wore simple casual clothes and had a beard growing on his chin, which made his still young face look more mature.A boy was sitting in the crook of his arms, playing with a golden forehead band in his hand. Seeing Nigel approaching, his smoky blue eyes inherited from his father curved into two arcs.

"Your son is already this old."

Nigel sighed, but he didn't even meet the adult standard of an elf.

"Time flies, Adair is four years old." The former paladin put his son on the soft ground of the elf's residence. Adair grabbed Arman's trousers, raised his watery eyes, curiously looked at the half-elf.

"Happy holidays to you." The tall and handsome former paladin took a step forward, took out the gift box hidden behind his back, and looked deeply at Nigel.

The half-elf's face remained unchanged, or in other words, he was still an extremely young person among the elves.

After choosing their own destiny, he and Nigel drifted away.The special blood has endowed him with a lifespan far beyond that of ordinary people, but time will leave clear marks on him every day.He will always maintain his prosperous appearance and strength, until death suddenly comes, and then he will reveal his decayed nature.The fate of the half-elves belongs to the father's group, and they will live with the world until the destruction of the universe.

The intersection of each other is only in the first few years of life, which is his eternal regret.

"Thank you." Nigel accepted the gift and put his gaze at the same height as the child, "I have nothing to give in return. Since your father gave you strength, I will give you wisdom. Adair, are you willing to accept it?" My 'gift name'?"

The meaning of Adair is as strong as a tree.The blue-eyed boy bit his finger and looked at his most trusting parents. Both the priest and the earl smiled encouragingly at him.Adair mustered up his courage and nodded maturely like an adult.

The half-elf smiled slightly.

"My name for you is 'Nuo Meng'."

"Nuo Meng..." Adair repeated it in a childish voice, and grinned, revealing a row of tiny deciduous teeth.

Whether it's elves, dwarves, or gods, they all looked softly at this little guy full of milk.

The carnival of the elves lasted all night, and after a short dinner, Nigel and Messiah walked in the forest.There are all kinds of gadgets hanging on the pine branches, all of which are hollow, and there are small and exquisite gifts inside, some are earrings, some are a handkerchief, and some are a roll of silver thread for embroidery ...

Messiah is holding the gifts from his companions, while Nigel keeps adding to the pile of gifts.

There was the faint sound of flapping wings in the wind.The tips of Messiah's ears moved slightly, and there was a smile in his eyes.That was the Nymph born from his blood. I didn't see it just now, but it turned out to be hiding here.

"Chirp!"

Crisp branches and leaves fell from the sky, and the half-elf was caught off guard and hung a blade of grass.

"Nymph!" Nigel growled slightly annoyed, reaching out to remove the branches above his head.Messiah also leaned over with a blade of grass, stopped the half-elf from moving, picked a red berry and stuffed it into his mouth.

"What are you doing—"

The half-elf blushed slightly and wiped her lips.

Messiah stole a kiss from him.

What the nymph sprinkled turned out to be a clump of mistletoe.

The author has something to say:

I got off work very late, and I was so busy that the next update was the day after tomorrow.Merry Christmas, MerrChristmas!!!