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In fact, there is nothing to talk about.

Pulling on Steve's coat, Garald looked at the flashing neon lights in front of him, and clenched the corners of his mouth in frustration.Glorfindel once said that he was just a small child who had to be watched all the time to be reassuring. He used to take it lightly, but today he suddenly realized that maybe this is the truth.

"I'm nearly ten thousand years old, Captain."

Burying his face into his collar, Garald's voice muffled from the slightly rough fabric: "I understand what I'm doing."

yes.

Steve sighed slightly.

"But that's not why you have to be by yourself."

It seemed to pick up something from the side, and there was a crisp sound in the darkness.Garrod moved his ears, and immediately felt a delicate and icy touch on the back of his hand, which combined with the blowing evening wind brought a damp chill.

"If you don't want to, you can say nothing."

He shook the malt wine Sol brought from Asgard in the glass bottle, and put it beside Garrod.Steve turned his head and looked at the elf who was still buried in his arms. After hesitating for a while, he stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his black hair, which was blown a little messy by the wind:

"Just let me stay with you while you're here, okay?"

Garrod was silent for a long, long time.

After a long time, when the night in the sky was getting darker, all the exposed skin was blown away by the evening wind, and even the blood seemed to form fine shards of ice, so he moved his stiff right hand, and slowly Groping around, he grasped the slender neck of the bottle that was still dripping with water.

"Glorfindel, he's actually a bastard."

He raised his head and poured the brown-red liquid in the bottle into his mouth, but he was choked and coughed non-stop because he was too anxious.Steve quickly reached out and patted Garald's back lightly, but the moment he touched it, he was surprised to find that he seemed to be trembling non-stop.

He waved his hand to signal the captain not to worry.Mr. Elf shook his head, continued to speak, and slowly stripped away everything in his heart that he had never put into words, and laid it out before his eyes.

Even for elves, that was a long, long time ago.

"I was born in Aman in the Age of Two Trees, long before the Silmarillion was forged. But I never remember what my parents looked like. It was Glorfindel who picked me up by chance under the mountain where Mandos lived, and took me Brought back to the people of the Noldor, and gave me the name Garrod."

At that time, Glorfindel was not yet the Lord of the Golden Flower recorded in the legendary annals, and Garrod was still a young elf who knew nothing about himself.He raised him and taught him everything an elf should be.Until Feanor led his people to leave Valinor and return to Middle Earth, he also followed Glorfindel to this land, and has stayed there ever since, never returning westward.

It was actually difficult for Garrod to define the relationship between himself and Glorfindel.He is his father, his teacher, his elder brother, and his only true friend for thousands of years.Two-thirds of his life so far has been filled with the shadow of the Lord of the Golden Flower. Before Glorfindel fell into the abyss with the Balrog, he never even got along with others. Say a few words.

Glorfindel was different.

The gentle and dazzling lord of the golden flower has made many friends, he has a king he is loyal to, and countless elves follow him.Too many responsibilities made Glorfindel involuntarily pulled forward by fate. Whether it was before the fall of Gondolin or after the final rebirth, he never realized that there was something wrong with Garrod by his side, and never I don't understand where the loneliness of being abandoned by relatives comes from.He has always regarded Garald as a child who needs to be taken care of by himself. Even if thousands of years have passed, the other party has long been an elf who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, and he has never changed in the slightest.

"I think, compared to a friend, Glorfindel may think that I am more like a responsibility he needs to shoulder... a responsibility that he picked up, raised by him, and must be protected by him."

Raising the corners of his mouth, he bent a gentle but bitter arc in the darkness. Jialuode sighed slightly, and he didn't know what he thought of, and a helpless smile gradually appeared in his eyes:

"And responsibility is always crushing. I've told him many times, but he never listens, like a hen guarding her cubs. Never believes that I can live well on my own. .”

"—To be honest, sometimes, I really want to fight him."

"But you still love him." Listening to the elf's quiet and gentle narration.Steve pondered for a while, looked at the side face of the elf hidden in the darkness, paused, and spoke like this.

"Yes."

And Garrod nodded lightly:

"He is like my father and brother, and almost the only friend I ever had. So, when I heard Merlin say that he came back from Aman Island to find me, I was actually not very surprised. This is indeed Glo What Fendel would do."

It's just that if you're not surprised, you won't be touched by it.

After all, he has such a long past, spanning nearly ten thousand years.Hearing the news of an old friend suddenly, even if you have already been familiar with the loneliness and longing for the most used part of your life, you will feel sad.

"And, I know he will never come back for nothing."

Caressing the silver-white arrow pendant on his chest, feeling the familiar but long-lost touch of his palm, Jarod looked up at the brightly lit bustling city in front of him, and pursed his lips involuntarily.

"Although I don't know how much time has passed since I fell into a deep sleep, it is definitely not just as short as 1000 years. Glorfindel must have learned something in Aman, so he asked Merlin to give me this."

After a pause, the elf involuntarily formed small wrinkles between her brows:

"He said it was fate, and I will know what I can do with it when the time comes... But whose fate is it? I have been unable to travel westward, and the fate of the elves has no meaning for me. Why is Iluvita But you will still guide him back for this?"

Xidu?

Hearing the key words in Garrod's words, Steve also frowned slightly, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Why can't you go west?"

He had heard Garald mention the west journey many times, and from Merlin's narration, he also knew that it was the only way for the elves to reach their final home.However, it was not until just now that he heard for the first time that Garald could no longer travel westward.

"……I do not know either."

The same daze appeared on his face as when he was asked by Saul at that time.Jarod shook his head and lowered his voice: "All the elves in Middle-earth have an innate yearning for the sea. When they are called by Vera, they will want to leave here and go to Aman Continent, reunite with your relatives."

However, he had never felt this almost instinctive call from his blood.

"Elves who have lost this instinct will not be able to find the route to Aman Continent, and will be lost in the endless sea in the west. I may be able to go to sea with other elves, but even so, without the nostalgia for Aman Continent, I will sooner or later If I find that there is no way to fill the missing part of my heart, I will want to come back here again—that’s what Elrond reminded me back then.”

He had unfinished business in Middle-earth, had yet to close the hole in his destiny.He may never return to his homeland.

Jarod still remembered the helpless expression on the wise man of Middle-earth when he said this.Although he didn't want to believe that this would be the final fate of the elves, Elrond's prophecy never went wrong, and he didn't board the ship to Aman in the end, but parted from his relatives in Gray Harbor and watched them set foot on the Westward journey.

He did have a home, but it has become a place he can never return to. For an elf, this is really a cruel fact.

So, sometimes, he does feel lonely.

Especially when faced with those sudden memories.

"At that time, when I sent Glorfindel to sea, I couldn't give him any reason for me to stay."

He closed his eyes and wanted to show a smile, but found that he couldn't lift the corners of his heavy mouth no matter what.Jialuode clenched the cold arrow pendant on his chest, as if he was holding the past that he could no longer touch, until he warmed it in his palm.

"So, this is revenge."

He bit his lips in embarrassment, his voice hoarse: "otherwise, why would I be so sad."

There are some words that must always be spoken to slowly heal the wound.

Seeing the elf's slightly trembling shoulders, Steve, who had been listening quietly, was silent for a long time before reaching out and patting him on the shoulder comfortingly.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

He has no access to Jarod's past, and he has nothing to do with his pain.The two had known each other for a short time, and it was impossible for him to compare with Glorfindel's significance to Garrod.But even so, no matter whether it is comfort or silent companionship, as long as it can relieve the loneliness and pain that is so heavy in the elf's heart, Steve feels that he is really willing to do anything for it.

But Garrod just shook his head.

"Thank you for listening to me so much, you have done enough for me."

His eyes fell on the other party's blond hair, he thought about it, and said softly: "Perhaps, you are still willing to give me another hug? He always comforted me like this before."

Who he was referring to, the two of them knew each other very well.Seeing the indelible bitterness in Jarod's eyes, Steve stood up without hesitation, half-kneeled in front of the elf again, opened his arms, and completely embraced him.

But it wasn't just him giving it to Glorfindel.

The trembling of the person in his arms became more and more obvious.Steve sighed silently, paused, and without moving his left arm, retracted his right hand that was supporting Jarod's back, and slowly covered his handsome eyebrows.

"It'll be fine."

Seemingly also bewitched by the gradually spreading warmth under his palm, he spoke so softly, with his forehead touching, his voice was also tinged with an undisguised hoarseness.

Waking up in a strange time, the familiar people around him have long gone, leaving only myself wandering in this world.

That frightening sense of loneliness can't exist if you don't think about it.

But you don't have to face it yourself.What has been lost, there will always be something to make up for.

Like Natasha said, sooner or later you will get used to it, you don't have to live alone.

"We will all be with you, Jiajia."

— So, don't cry, okay?