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The night sky in Arda was always more beautiful than he could have imagined.

In the elf's long life, Garrod has seen the bright starry sky above his head countless times.As an exile who was born in Aman Continent and returned eastward to Middle-earth, only this galaxy shining with eternal brilliance is the thing he has been familiar with since the beginning of his life.And only when he looks at it, the elf will be convinced that he doesn't miss his homeland, it's just that he has been away for too long, and he has already learned to integrate this longing into his blood and bones, turning it into an indelible tenderness at the corners of his eyes and brows.

That's why he wants to go westward with the ethnic group, right?

I came here because I wanted to go back and indulge in the elves' eternal destiny.

Sitting on the side of the boat dangling his legs, Jarod thought quietly as he looked at the dark and unclear sea level in the distance.

In fact, this should be a convincing enough reason.After all, every elf is born with a yearning for the sea and the final destination at the end of the sea, but Garald always feels anxious about it, especially when he is setting foot on the white sail that is about to go to sea.He is like an intruder who is out of place, tied to this vast middle earth by an invisible rope. Whenever he wants to break free, he will feel a small but continuous loss from the bottom of his heart.

I must have forgotten something.

The sea level in the distance shimmers in the darkness, echoing with the bright lights of Gray Harbor, like someone's focused and gentle eyes.Garald pursed his lips tightly, as if a blue figure flashed before his eyes, but when he wanted to concentrate on looking at it, it was just the starry sea, and he and the elves were speechless, in silence.

Behind him, the sound of extremely light footsteps came along the evening wind.

After moving his ears, he quickly identified who it was. Garrod was still sitting on the edge of the ship, neither speaking nor turning his head.

"So you are here."

A deep and pleasant voice sounded very close to him, and he could even feel the warm breath brushing against his neck.Garald turned his head sideways, waiting for Glorfindel to sit next to him as lightly as usual, but he didn't expect that the man stretched out his hand, wrapped his shoulders from behind, and embraced his elf in his arms.

"I thought you were gone again." Putting his head comfortably on Jarod's shoulder, Lord Golden Flower narrowed his eyes and sighed softly: "Next time you do this again, I will hang you on my body , take it with you wherever you go.”

Garrod couldn't help being taken aback.

"Consider how I feel, okay, Jiajia?"

"Next time you do this again, I will hang you on my body and take you with me wherever I go."

There seemed to be a completely different voice in his head saying so.He squatted on the wet grass, looked up at himself, a red, blue and white shield fell from his feet, his eyes were focused, and his not-so-soft blond hair was blown a little messy by the wind.

"I……"

Garald nodded reflexively, and he didn't know if he said to Glorfindel or the man in his mind: "I won't."

"That's good."

The expression softened, and he stretched out his hand to pinch the back of the elf's neck, and this familiar action made Jarod stunned for a while.Lord Jinhua tightened his arms, and looked at the shimmering sea in front of him together. There seemed to be something flashing in his blue eyes, but there seemed to be nothing.

"I thought you should be resting in the cabin at this time, preparing for the west crossing tomorrow...but you are here blowing the cold wind without saying a word."

It was easy to hear the accusation in the tone. The blond elf approached Jarod's ear and sighed again: "Why, Jiajia? What are you thinking now?"

"……I have no idea."

Seemingly unaccustomed to Glorfindel's movements, Garrod tilted his head to avoid it, but was pinned down by the man behind him the next second.He froze for a moment, and frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand the other party's behavior: "Ah Hua?"

"Huh? I'm listening."

Not understanding the reason why the elf stopped suddenly, or, even if he understood, he was not afraid, the Lord of Golden Flower rubbed his soft black hair again: "Why don't you even know what you are thinking?"

"..."

Have they always been like this?

Feeling the other person's breath fall on the skin, there was a slight tremor.Garald tried to go back to the memory, but found that his mind was blank, as if his past had been taken away out of thin air, and the only thing left was the clearer present.

"……I really do not know."

The expression gradually became blank, and the eyes were empty.Garald looked at the dark clouds that began to block the starlight in the distance, and his voice was a little fragmented by the evening wind:

"I...I feel like I'm forgetting something, I shouldn't be here at all..."

"Of course you should be here."

Interrupting his lowering murmur, Glorfindel chuckled under his breath:

"You said that you want to go westward with me, Jiajia. Where else can you go if you're not here?"

"NO, I have not!"

The voice suddenly became sharp.Garald narrowed his pupils, and blurted out almost instinctively, but froze in place the moment the words landed, with a look of bewilderment.

"I do not have……"

Without looking at Lord Jinhua's expression now, he took a deep breath and muttered to himself in a low voice, as if he was groping for something in his empty brain:

"I can't get the call of the Valar, and I can't travel west...Elrond said that my fate in Middle-earth is not over yet...I will sleep, I will wake up, and then I will meet a human...his name is... His name is..."

Something seemed to be waking up in my mind, like shattered glass being pieced together one by one.Jarod clutched his aching forehead, trying desperately to recall, but found in despair that he still couldn't remember the name that had already stopped on the tip of his tongue.

"I'm going to Elrond."

He suddenly raised his head, broke away from the embrace behind him, and wanted to jump off the side of the boat.But before his feet landed on the deck, he was stopped by someone and pressed down heavily.

"Shh - don't go to him."

His face seemed a little gloomy, but it was quickly replaced by a certain worry.Lord Golden Flower half-kneeled on the deck, trapped the elf between the side of the ship and his body, and stretched out his hand to cover Jarod's cheek:

"That's not true, Jiajia, you're just too tired."

Without hesitation, he said this, staring closely at Garrod's eyes, his expression firm and undeniable: "Look, you can't remember what he looks like at all."

"Do not……"

Sitting down on the deck, his fingertips tightly clutching the hard wood beneath him, Jarod shook his head vigorously, desperately trying to recall the blue figure that seemed to be covered by the mist: "He is real... I know he is, He looks like you—"

The unfinished words came to an abrupt end, and Jarod stared at the elf who suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes were full of doubts.

"He looks a little like me, doesn't he?"

The starlight overhead was finally covered by dark clouds.Half of Glorfindel's face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible for Garrod to see his expression clearly: "Blonde hair, blue eyes, shouldering responsibility, full of sense of justice, liking you and being deeply loved by you ..."

He got closer again, and reflected the elf into his eyes. His voice was already almost bewitching: "Don't you really think that is really imagined by you? It is a fabricated image based on my appearance."

He froze for a moment, seeming to be convinced, Jarod stopped struggling, and his eyes began to become dazed again.

"Right, that's how it should be."

Pulling the distance between the two to the minimum, Glorfindel gently let go of his hand, and slowly approached the corner of his mouth, breathing intertwinedly:

"He is me, I am him, you will stay forever, until you forget all those false things... And I will always be with you, in the way and identity you need..."

As his face got closer, Garrod's expression became more and more blank.The corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction, 'Glorfindel' reached into his soft black hair, rubbed it gently, and at the same time bent down, looking for his tightly bitten lips——

"Steve."

The moment he was about to touch it, he heard Jarod suddenly speak.

Immediately, there was a piercing sound roaring from behind.

……

"Damn."

After a long silence, the sound of Lord Jinhua's gnashing of teeth finally sounded in the cave.Seeing the marks on the unconscious Garrod's neck and his eyes that hadn't opened for a long time, Glorfindel had to accept this fact that drove him crazy, even if he didn't want to believe it anymore.

——The cabbage he raised was arched.

Before he knew it, he was kicked away by some goddamn bastard.

The magic behind the stone gate will make people fall into an illusion, and the illusion will distort reality, and hide their flaws in the most imperceptible way in order to keep people forever.And the stronger the emotion, the easier it is to be used, and it is not easy to break free.

He could see what Garald was going through in the illusion, the gray port before the west trip, and the self who bewitched the elves to go to sea, which was indeed the test he encountered every time.Avalon's magic will give that 'Glorfindel' different image content according to Garrod's needs, sometimes it is a father, sometimes a brother, sometimes a friend, but it has never been like this, shaping him into a favorite Hands-on lovers, this is a little too much.

Glorfindel wished he could rush into the illusion and beat himself to death. Of course, what he wanted to kill even more was the bastard who abducted Garrod.

Looks like it, huh?

"Did you do it?"

I couldn't help but want to smash the bow in my hand on Captain America's head.Lord Jinhua's complexion was not good, and he said through gritted teeth: "Why didn't you tell me when I asked you what your relationship is?"

"That's what I wanted to say."

Pulling Garald out of his uniform and stuffing it into his arms, Steve looked at the elf in front of him warily: "But you defined us as friends first, and you didn't give me a chance at all."

... Is it my fault then?

The expression became more terrifying, Glorfindel took a deep breath: "Then I will give you a chance now, and give me Garrod."

"Do not."

"give me!!"

"You have given him to me."

"I regret it now!!"

"that--"

He watched the two staring at each other with a dazed look, as if a world war was about to start in a few minutes.Merlin couldn't help but raised his hand, pointing to the frowning elf in Steve's arms: "Should you take a look at Garrod first, he doesn't seem to be in a good condition?"

Gee.

Obviously, this sentence is the weakness of Captain America and Lord Golden Flower.Withdrawing the hand that was about to touch the sword and shield, the two looked down at Steve's arms at the same time, and they found that Garrod's face was even uglier, and even the blood on his lips faded, revealing a faint gray. pale in defeat.

"He's about to sink in."

Frowning, Glorfindel couldn't help but glared at Steve again: "You, go and bring him out."

Avalon's magic wants to keep Garrod forever, and the first thing to destroy is his bond in Middle Earth.Although the Lord of the Golden Flower did not want to admit it, he had to succumb to the fact that as the carrier of Jarod's feelings, Steve is the part that the elves need now, and only he can break the dream constructed by Avalon. Bring Jarod back to reality.

"of course."

Nodding without hesitation, the captain glanced back and forth between Glorfindel and Merlin: "What do I need to do?"

"Shut up and wait."

The blond elf took a step back and gestured to the mage, who nodded knowingly, and a little bit of extremely bright gold began to appear in his eyes.Immediately, a sense of weightlessness as if falling hit Steve, and the damp smell of the cave at the tip of his nose slowly faded away, replaced by the salty smell of the sea, which, together with the blowing evening wind, caressed him Every inch of skin exposed.

He opened his eyes abruptly.

The sky was dark and gloomy, covered by dark clouds, obscuring the stars.The sea level in the distance is not flat, as if a storm is approaching, and even the waves hitting the hull of the ship are full of indescribable anxiety.

He took off the shield behind him and held it in his hand.Steve went around the mast, came to the other side of the deck, looked around, and finally saw the two figures who were almost close together in a dark corner of the deck.

'Glorfindel' moved closer to Garald's face.

But the elf didn't realize it, his eyes were blank.It wasn't until he saw his arrival that the shadow of the world was reflected in the green eyes again, as if he had found the anchor point leading to the correct course, and something was about to break out of the blue sea.

"Steve."

His lips moved, and he spoke like this.

At the same time, the captain also grabbed the edge of the shield, and threw it at the back of Lord Jinhua's head in the dream without hesitation.