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The banquet was still going on, and Thorin didn't want to sit at the same table with Lord Elrond anymore, so he stood behind the dwarves with a flagon and drank.

Eranroth sat back beside Elrond: "He was just worried that you would blame me, but I know you won't."

Elrond raised his eyebrows: "You are really spoiled, Elan."

The gray-robed wizard coughed lowly: "Actually, Eranlos performed very well along the way, and he was never injured, nor did he get himself into trouble."

The lord of the forest valley then followed him to continue the topic: "Then, Gandalf, thirteen dwarves and one halfling, why did such a group of people gather together?"

"...They are all descendants of Turin, noble and decent people." Gandalf blinked, pretending that he didn't realize that what Elrond wanted to know was actually what they were going to do, "Very Educated, with a deep love of art—”

There is no sense of disobedience when these words are used to describe the elves. Eranlos held his forehead, and couldn't bear to see Elrond's expression.

He always felt that it was not easy for Gandalf to say such insincere words, but it was a pity that the dwarves insisted on tearing things down.

"There's san..." Bofur stood on the table and sang the dwarven ballad, "inn. There's saninn. There's samarryoldinn."

The song quickly changed from his solo to the chorus of the dwarves, which would have been fine if that was all, but the dwarves began to play tricks on each other with food, and vegetable leaves and bread flew everywhere.

"...I'd better go back to the room and take a bath first. It's hard to relax like this along the way. I'm a little tired." Elan Rose put down the tableware.

It was rude to leave the meeting like this, but if he was forced to stay here, he probably didn't want to go on the road with the dwarves again.You must know that the only people who can meet his aesthetics along the way are Sorin and his two nephews. This is really disappointing for a person who is used to beauty control.

And Elrond has always been quite indulgent to him, so not only did he not stop him, but he also ordered Lindir to go with him so that he could prepare a nightgown for him.

"It's a good thing you decided to leave there." Lindir had an expression of "I've been born again", "The bread in the hand of that extraordinarily lively dwarf almost hit my face!"

"Cough, Kili is still very young, so he is more playful." Elan Rose touched the bridge of his nose, "But they are very good friends."

Lin Dier curled his lips: "Don't talk about dwarves, I get a headache when I mention them. Do you want some Lingu Tibetan wine tonight?"

"Give it to me secretly?" Eranlos hooked his shoulders, "King Thranduil insisted that I should not drink before I was underage, but in fact I think I have already reached the age where I can drink."

Lin Dier made a gesture with his thumb and index finger: "I think it's probably okay to have so many."

"Lindir, you are so caring." Elan Rose lifted a lock of Lindir's hair and kissed lightly, "I will love you more if you can just give me a glass."

Lindir saved his hair back: "Come on, don't treat me like you did to Prince Legolas...don't make an example."

Standing in the moonlight on the balcony with a drink in a loose nightgown is one of Eranroth's favorite pastimes in the Rynvale, but after seeing Gandalf and Thorin arguing about something, he changed his body Light clothes went by.

"—stop bothering me with dwarf stubbornness!"

"What's the matter?" Rarely had he seen Gandalf so annoyed.

Elrond first noticed the wine glass in his hand: "Elan."

"Just one cup." He held it up and motioned to Elrond, "Thorin, if Gandalf is referring to the map, I think it would be better to show it to Elrond."

Thorin was silent for a while, then took out the map from his pocket and handed it to Elrond.

"...Elber." Elrond unfolded the map and gave the silver-haired elf a meaningful look, "Why are you interested in this map?"

"It's mainly about academic issues." Gandalf said before Thorin, Thorin and Eranloth exchanged glances, and decided that such a sensitive topic should be left to the gray-robed wizard who said such things without any pressure. .

While drinking, he listened to Gandalf now make up the reason: "You know, such cultural relics sometimes carry hidden messages."

He saw Elrond raised his eyebrows imposingly, and Bilbo moved two steps towards him: "Why do I think Lord Elrond doesn't believe Gandalf's words?"

"Anyway, Gandalf doesn't expect Elrond to believe such words." He swung his wine glass, "Lingu's wine tastes quite good, and you must remind me to pretend to take some away when we set off again."

Elrond paced in the moonlight: "Moon writing."

"Moon writing? So..." Gandalf came up to him, and Erenroth explained to the bewildered hobbit: "A cipher that is easily overlooked, only in the same season as the day on which the writing was written. It will only appear when the moon is in the same phase."

Thorin only cared about one thing: "Can you read it?"

Elrond raised his eyebrows again: "We need to go to the high platform." He took off his coat and put it on the silver-haired elf, "I hope you won't take the initiative to give me a reason to keep you in the forest valley."

Elrond successfully deciphered the secret of the map: "When the thrush strikes, stand beside the gray stone, and the afterglow of Turin's day will shine on the keyhole."

"Days of Turin?" Bilbo thought he was about to learn a new term.

"It was New Year's Day in the Dwarven New Year," explained Gandalf. "It was the first day of the last month of autumn and winter. When the last moon and sun of autumn appeared together in the sky, the dwarves called it 'both Day of the Soul'."

"This is bad news." Sorin and Balin looked at each other, "summer is coming to an end—"

"To be precise, tomorrow is the summer solstice." Eranloth added, and then continued to drink his wine while bowing his head under Elrond's gaze.

Thorin continued: "—the day of Turin is coming soon."

"We still have time to get to Lonely Mountain. We have to be in the right place at the right time and open the gate." Balin clenched his fist.

"So, that's what you're after, to enter the Lonely Mountain." Elrond handed back the map to Thorin, "Elam, I really don't think you're doing it wisely. Come back to your room with me, we need to talk This matter." He turned around first and walked into the corridor connecting the high platform.

From this meeting, Elrond seemed rather worried. What happened that he didn't know?

The silver-haired elf shrugged to Thorin: "Regardless of whether we need to hurry or not, let's rest early today."

Then he chased Elrond away.

"Eron! I thought only King Thranduil would hope that I would never leave the jungle." He walked up to the older black-haired elf, trying to start with a lighter topic.

But Elrond was only bathed in the moonlight, his gray eyes were like stars: "Elam, I don't care if you leave the forest valley for your own travels in Middle-earth, but that doesn't mean I can know that you are going to offend someone else." The evil dragon is still indifferent. When I decided to adopt and teach you, I swore to treat you like my own son and protect you."

Eranloth had a negative resistance to Elrond who used the tenderness offensive, so he relied on drinking to keep silent, and then tactfully expressed his attitude when he finally drank the last drop: "I promised Thorin, When he needs me, I'll be there."

Elrond stood with him for a while, sighed, patted him on the shoulder and took only the empty wine glass away.

They lingered in Rindale for another day, and Eranroth stayed with Ilaidan and Irohor all the time-it was not easy to tell the stories of his travels for so many years to the two brothers. They often quarrel over some strange topic.

"I saved some for you." Lindir handed him the refilled jug, "When are the dwarves going to leave the forest valley? They're almost finished drinking our wine."

"If they leave and take Elan with them, it's okay for them to live here until they die. Anyway, dwarves can only live for 200 years." Iroho hooked Elan's arm, "You used to accompany Legolas It’s not fair to spend nearly 200 years playing with us for two days.”

Elidan first complained about the impreciseness of his younger brother's words: "There are also dwarves who live to three hundred years old. It should be said that their average life span is between two hundred and three hundred years." Then he nodded and echoed his younger brother's last sentence, " Iroho is right, Elan, it's not fair."

Thorin knocked on the door: "Elan, it's time for us to go. We'll be waiting for you at the entrance."

Eranlos withdrew his hand: "It won't be long before I come back from Lonely Mountain."

The two brothers were still very dissatisfied, Lin Dier turned his head and thought for a while, then hurried away.

The silver-haired elf found that although Elrond showed extreme disapproval of his adventure last night, all the arrows he had consumed in previous battles had been replenished, even Lambas.

After the group of them walked out of Rivendell completely, Elan Roth realized: "Where's Gandalf?"

"He is still in Rivendell, but he should catch up with us soon." Thorin answered him. "We are about to cross the wild frontier, Bahrain, you know the way, and you lead the way. We must all be careful—— Master Baggins, I advise you to follow quickly."

Elan Roth glanced at the hobbit who stopped and looked back at Rivendell: "Rivendell is beautiful, isn't it? I think when we finish this adventure, you can go back to Rivendell with me to spend this time." Winter, and then back to Shire."

"That's a good suggestion." Bilbo nodded. "Tell me more about Rivendell. We've got a long way to go."

They did go a long way.

The author has something to say:

About Elrond’s gray eyes are like stars, it comes from the description in the original book √ It’s so beautiful to imagine =v= My favorability for the lord is almost off the charts (づ￣3￣)づ

Then today, throwing things around, bear children, Qi Li, here is a copy√

That is to say, Elrond has a good temper 233 When we get to the dense forest, let alone a banquet, King Se will lock them all up in minutes╭(╯^╰)╮