Favorability system of color control

Because trolls cannot move during the day, Thorin ordered the dwarves to look carefully for the troll caves that must exist around them.

"...The smell is really bad, so I won't go down." Eranlos covered his nose, and jumped to the high ground some distance from the entrance of the cave in a few steps, "Anyway, someone must be on guard outside."

"I'll stay outside too." Bilbo felt that it was too unsafe to leave an underage elf outside by himself, well, even if he really encountered any enemies, this elf must be more reliable than himself.

Although Eranroth held the bow and arrow in his hand, he didn't really feel that there was any danger: "Bilbo, how did Gandalf persuade a hobbit to take part in this adventure? I've always heard that Hobbit Bit people like the warmth of home very much, what made you leave home?"

Bilbo smiled a little: "He mentioned my childhood, and probably since then, a little hobbit who ran wild and refused to come home obediently left a deep impression on him? He There was also mention of Bullroaring Took, my great-great-great-great-grandfather—”

"Well, I've heard of the hobbit who killed the Goblin King in the Battle of the Greenfield." The blood relationship in this world seems to be very important, "They came out, and it seems that there is still something to gain. "

Thorin came and handed him the sword he had just found: "Gandalf says it is the sword of Gondolin."

Eranlos held the sword and tried to recognize the inscription on the sword: "...I don't remember whose sword this is, but use it well."

"You don't want it?" Thorin glanced at the saber at his waist, "At least it's better than the sword you're using now."

During the Battle of Moria, he just picked up the sword that was closest to him and seemed to be the sharpest and most useful. He left it on the battlefield and never thought about getting it back, but when Balin talked about the battle Suddenly, he recalled some details, which showed that the sword was a sword his friend was used to.

He never treats his friends badly, let alone Eranroth.

Eranlos inserted the sword back into the scabbard neatly: "I'm an archer."

"Something is coming!"

Thorin pulled him behind him: "Come together!"

The result was just a false alarm.

Gandalf and the brown-robed wizard Radagast, who suddenly rushed over and was regarded as an enemy, had a conversation between wizards, and Eranlos stood on the tree trunk again: "It seems that something is wrong. Who is in charge of taking care of the horses today?"

"Is that a wolf? Are there wolves around here?" The hobbit was the first to respond.

"It's a wolf, Bilbo." Eranroth shot an arrow into the eyes of the wolf who swooped down from a height, "Thorin!"

Almost as soon as the warg was about to howl because of the sudden pain, Thorin stabbed it to death with a sword: "It's a warg scout, the orc team must be not far from here."

"We need to get out of here!"

"No! We've got no horses! They've run away!"

Bilbo looked at the two wizards, then at the elf who was still on the tree: "...so what shall we do now?"

"I'll go and lure them away." Radagast gripped the staff in his hand.

Gandalf declined his offer: "These are the Gondaba Wargs, and you cannot outrun them."

"These are Rosegarborg Rabbits! I'd like them to try."

The brown wizard went off to attract the worgs, and Bilbo asked again, "So what about us?"

The elf jumped down from the tree: "I was going to try to see if I could bake it—us?" He and Gandalf looked at each other. "Run!"

"I, never again, will race with cavalry on the grassland!" The elf panted and shot another arrow, and Gandalf suddenly appeared from a hole: "This way!"

Eranroth raised his eyebrows. When everyone retreated into the hole in a dangerous but uninjured manner, he poked Gandalf's arm with his bow in a subtle way: "I thought..." You should let Thorin choose whether to take it or not. Go to Rivendell.

"Elan?! Elan Rose?!"

"It's Eranroth's arrow!"

"Alan Rose!"

The silver-haired elf who vaguely felt that he heard Lord Elrond's voice frowned. He pressed one hand on the stone wall, as if he was about to jump out in the next second.

"Elan!" Thorin pressed his hand.

Eranloth hesitated: "...I think it's Lord Elrond."

Thorin looked at him silently, the strength in his hand did not weaken.

"Well, Thorin." He gave up his thoughts, but at the same time remained silent on Gandalf's behaviour.

Anyway, I want to see Elrond, but sooner or later.

Sorin, who was hesitant about the attitude of the silver-haired elf, understood the plan of the wizard and the elf the moment he walked out of the secret path: "This is your plan all along."

"This is the Vale of Imlatri, which is commonly known by another name—" Gandalf ignored Thorin, and walked up to the hobbit, who was stunned by the sight before him.

"Rivendell," said Bilbo.

As an elf who spends 200 years in Forest Valley every 200 years, he is of course the one who leads the way into Rivendell: "When I was young, I climbed onto the shoulder of this statue, and Elrond finally carried it off— —”

"Eranroth! Mythirdir!"

"Lindir, we haven't seen each other for a long time." Elan Rose quickly turned around to look at Lindir who was slowly descending the stairs, and looked behind him with a little guilty conscience, "Is Elronn here?"

"The lord is not here." Lindir looked at him amusedly, "The lord is not angry with you."

Gandalf interrupted their remembrance: "Lord Elrond is not here? Where is he?"

The forest valley horn that sounded suddenly answered him, and Eranlos looked back with him: "Okay, I saw him."

Elrond rode around Eranloth twice: "Elam."

"Eron." Eranlos opened his hand, "I think you are all right?"

"Except for an elf who suddenly said that he was going to travel, and Thranduil wrote a letter accusing me of treating you badly in the forest valley, everything is indeed fine." Elrond got off his horse and hugged him, "Fortunately, it seems that you have passed Well done."

Eranroth took a step back and introduced his friends to him: "Thorin and the others are very friendly to me."

"Oh, Thorin." Elrond looked at the dwarves, "Son of Thorne. Thank you for taking care of Elan." He smiled back at the silver-haired elf.

Eranroth shrugged at Thorin: "Lord Elrond, my other teacher."

"Lindir, light the fire and serve the wine. We have to entertain the guests who sent Elam back." Elrond patted his head, "It seems to have grown a little taller, go and change clothes."

Elidan and Iroho, who were very happy after seeing him, followed him: "Is traveling fun?" "Elan, did you bring me a gift?" "Glorfindel said he saw your arrow!" " It's a pity that this kid and I were told by my father to go another way." "What is 'this kid'? Hey! Iroho! I'm my brother!"

Eranlos went back to his room to take a bath and changed his dress when the two brothers were noisy.

"Thank you for entertaining us. I'm not even wearing formal clothes." Gandalf followed behind Elrond, and beside him was Eranlos, who had changed into a dress but had damp hair.

"You've never worn it." Elrond complained about him, reaching out and twirling Eranloth's hair, "Elan, if you don't like the banquet, go and be with Elaidan and the others."

"Forget about other banquets, this is entertaining my friends." And only Elrond could tolerate the dwarves. When he returned to the dense forest, King Thranduil had already restrained himself from entertaining his friends without a sword.

"...I've never seen you in such a formal dress." Sorin couldn't hide his astonishment, and poured himself half a glass of wine after his friend sat down, "It suits you very well."

Elan Rose smiled at him: "Thank you."

Thorin was obviously more willing to talk to Elan, so Gandalf was the only one left to tell Elrond about the experiences of his group.

"...So it was really you who was surrounded by orcs there?" Elrond put down his wine glass, looking displeased.Eranloth also put down his juice: "I promise I'm not hurt, not at all." Then he changed the subject, "Eron, Thorin and Mithrandil found two elven swords, I don't remember Who has used it before."

Thorin obeyed his words and handed over his own sword.

"Ocrist, 'Sword to Slay Goblins.' I think you will re-read those books on the Elves in my study, Elan." Elrond returned the sword to Thorin." Mithrandil's is called Glamdrin—"

"'Strike the Enemy Hammer', the sword of Turgon, King of Gondolin." Eranroth answered.

Elrond shook his head noncommittally: "Where did you get these two famous swords?"

"We found it in a troll cave on the Eastern Road... and then we encountered an ambush by orcs, just like I told you." Gandalf winked at Thorin, and Alan Roth cooperated Fill Thorin with wine and whisper: "Give it to Gandalf, and me."

"...So what are you doing on the Eastern Avenue?" Elrond glanced at the silver-haired elf, "And that means you have encountered not only orcs, but also trolls. Elan, I think we need to have a good talk Talk about whether you will continue to follow these dwarves."

"I'm sorry." Sorin pulled Eranloth away from the table, "Is this the Lord Elrond who you said was very good to you?"

"Obviously Elrond is just worried about me. I grew up with his sons, and he taught me 400 years out of every 200 years. I can almost be regarded as his half-son." Elan Rose is very concerned about this kind of care from the elders. Useful.

[If the host wants to trade family affection, it is also possible, the great system will not reject you. 】

[Love, friendship, family affection, occasionally cover up your eagerness better, system. 】

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