hp lord of the rings still time

When the Romanian Plain began to return to spring, the ice and snow in the Northern Kingdom had not completely receded. Kleist and Thranduil set sail and left the port on the third day after their rest.Kleist led twelve young wizards, Thrangir also followed his personal guards, and the group approached the Gray Mountain in a mighty manner.

Kleist had never been to the Northern Kingdom, and all she knew was what the elves said.The Northern Kingdom is located at the foot of the Gray Mountains. Their capital, Fays, was built on the mountain. The king is old, and the only heir is his grandson, who was the former messenger, a very proud young man.

Sailing against the current is a slow process. Fortunately, there are many wizards on board, and they use magic to push the boat forward.This is why the elves like to take the little wizards' boats, they don't have to do it themselves, even the sails are decorations.

Galian asked, "Has your new home not been built yet?"

"Soon, I invite you to be our guests!" Frank Barton said with a smile.

"It's so beautiful here!" The little wizards couldn't help but admire the scenery on both sides of the Fanhui River.

"Look, the color of the river here is a bit strange!"

"This is the River of Grays!" Galian explained to the group of young wizards with a smile. The two His Royal Highnesses stick together every day, and the others have nothing to do on the boat. They are familiar with each other and gather together to laugh.

"The name is really appropriate." Ella Smith looked at Garyan with a bright smile. She likes gentle elves like Garyan very much. They even speak softly, and it seems that just looking at them can calm them down. all emotions.

"Then are there any beautiful stories or legends here?"

"Well," Garyan rested his chin and thought for a while, and said, "When it comes to stories, I think that Kleist once sang a song like a story, which is quite interesting!" Garyan showed a sly smile Wink at the little wizards.

"Understood." Ella Smith smiled knowingly, and she ran lightly to the bow where Kleist and Thranduil were.

Winter is a rare and relaxing time for all creatures. Kleist and Thranduil have more time alone. They always discuss various things together, including the northern kingdom, the woodland kingdom and their own affairs.When Ayla found the two of them, Thranduil was cleaning his weapon, a long sword glowing with silver light, with a strange black pattern on it, which looked very similar to Kleist's wand .Chris Day was leaning on Thranduil's arm and holding a book, her eyelids were drooping, and her long eyelashes blocked her expression, she didn't know if she was meditating or falling asleep.

"What's the matter?" Thranduil raised his head and glanced at Ira Smith, then turned his head to look at the confused Kleist and asked in a low voice.

Ella Smith suddenly ran out of words, her face turned red for some reason, she felt that she was too abrupt, like an intruder, destroying their harmonious atmosphere.

"Ella, what's the matter?" Kleist put down the book in his hand, yawned lightly, stretched his waist and looked at her wearily.

"I'm passing by!" After speaking, he covered his face and ran away.

Thranduil: "Hmph!"

"I'll go and have a look, are you coming?" Kleist stood up and asked with a smile, and before Thranduil could answer, he took one of his arms and walked towards the deck.

"What's the hurry!" Thranduil stood still and didn't leave, he straightened his clothes and packed his sword before walking forward together with Kleist.

"He'll just put on a show." Kleist squinted at Thranduil with his lips pursed.The latter reached out and rubbed her head.Then strode away.

"You bastard." Kleist shouted angrily.

Seeing that Kleist was not staying with Thranduil, Ira Smith quickly moved over.

"What happened just now?" Kleist straightened his hair with magic, and asked Ella Smith, who had been staring at him.

"Gallian said you could sing a song with a story."

"Huh?" Kleist didn't respond for a while: "Oh, that, want to hear it?"

"Yes."

"Okay, it's okay to be idle anyway!" Kleist walked up to Thranduil, tugged at his sleeve and said to him, "I want to sing, can you play music for me?" After finishing speaking, he showed a bright smile With a smile on her face, Thranduil reached out and pinched her fleshy face and said with a smile, "Got it." Kleist leaned against the mast, took out the harp and plucked the strings, while Thranduil stood at the bow Playing the flute with Kleist's tone, this was the first time for the young wizards to see Thranduil playing an instrument, and they found it very rare and somewhat surprised.

Galian smiled and said, "There is nothing surprising, our Highness is also a Sindar elf!"

Kleist sang softly:

intheyearoffourlord1239

AD 1239

thereoncelivedagirloftheroyalline

There was a girl of royal blood

the ancient stories do recall

according to the old story

shewasthefairestofthemall

she's the most beautiful (girl)

in the castle made of stone

in the stone castle

every night shes leptalone

she sleeps alone every night

any noise that would raise the dead

Any sound that can wake even the dead

couldn't wake her sleepy head

can't wake her up

the stranger came from the foreignland

A stranger came from a faraway land

asking for the maiden's hand

hope to marry her

her father said no go away

her father said no go away

she's gonna marry taking one day

she will marry a king someday

the stranger he came back again

The stranger came back after leaving

ridingwith10thousandmen

With 10 soldiers and horses

thebattlecriesfewalwaysdread

The battle cry can scare the guts

but couldn't wake her sleepy head

But still can't wake her up

the fighting lasted all day long

the fight lasted all day

but the castle wall's very thick and strong

But the walls of the castle are thick and strong

thestrangercriedletherdecide

The stranger shouted, let her decide

where her true affections lie

Who does her heart belong to?

so the king knocked on her door

So the king knocked on her door

only you can end this war

Only you can end this war (what the king said to the princess)

nooneknowshowthestoryends

no one knows the end of this story

did she ever wake up again

is she awake

will she ever wake up again

Will she still wake up?

"Sounds like a beautiful love story," Ella Smith said.

Kleist put away the harp and said with a slight smile: "Beautiful is the process of love, but the ending is always unsatisfactory."

"What do you mean?"

Kleist smiled and didn't go on talking, she asked the elf beside her: "How long will it take to arrive?"

"Soon, tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

Peter Peruni said: "Look, the owls are back." The owls brought by Kleist reproduced very well in the woodland kingdom. They flew around to deliver messages to the elves, and they never made mistakes. The elves cherished them.Just yesterday, Thranduil wrote to tell the people of the Northern Kingdom that they would arrive in the near future, and now the letter brought back by the owl told them that the people to greet them were already waiting at the port.

Cruelde had been waiting at the port of the River of Grey very early on. He was the grandson of Cyril Ryder. His father died in a battle when he was very young. He became the sole heir of the kingdom. He grew up with his grandfather.He knew that the Woodland Kingdom was an important trading partner for them, but he couldn't understand why his grandfather was so desperate to see them when he was seriously ill.

When the sailboat of the Woodland Kingdom sailed into the port, Thranduil and Kleist were already standing on the deck ready to go.They watched their surroundings carefully, and although the Woodland Kingdom had business dealings with them, it had never set foot there.There are mountains around here, the old but spacious pier, and the biting cold wind give people a sense of loss and bleakness.In this port where people come and go, the big ship with the elf logo attracts a lot of attention, which is also an honor for the northern kingdom, not everyone can do business with the elves.

"We are the Kingdom of the Woodlands, and we have come as promised." An elf who often had contact with the Northern Kingdom introduced to the crowd who greeted them.

At this moment, the young man standing in the first place stepped forward and bowed slightly, "Welcome everyone, I am Crowled from the Northern Kingdom, please!"

Kleist looked at the Ryder in front of her and recalled carefully. In fact, she had no impression of Cyril Ryder. She vaguely remembered that he also had dark hair, younger and more modest than his descendants. Some.

The elves of the Woodland Kingdom all wore gray cloaks, and the little wizards wore black cloaks. They wrapped themselves up and walked silently behind Kleist and Thranduil.Crowled looked at the little wizards who were obviously shorter than the elves and frowned slightly, a little puzzled about their identities.Elves don't travel with dwarves, but it's strange that they don't take underage children either.

The elves and little wizards were busy looking at the surrounding scenery, seeing the two His Royal Highnesses remained calm and didn't say much, the group walked towards the capital in silence.Crowled wanted to break the silence several times, but seeing the elves' attitude of not disturbing strangers, he was unwilling to speak under the influence of self-esteem.

"Your Majesty, they are here."

"Quick, I want to meet them in front of the hall." The hoarse voice of the old man resounded through the empty hall, he spoke slowly but with great effort, and then asked softly: "Is she here?"

"They're wearing cloaks, so they can't see clearly." The attendant whispered clearly in the ear of the old king. He carefully supported the king and walked slowly out of the hall with him.

Before coming to the Northern Kingdom, Kleist expected the embarrassment of meeting each other, and it was true.

"Thank you very much for coming!" Cyril Ryder carefully scanned everyone one by one, trying to find Kleist.But the thick cloak blocked his sight, he sighed in disappointment, slowly turned sideways and said, "Please come in, guest from afar."

Kleist looked at the old man who was in his twilight years and needed help to walk, and unconsciously squeezed Thranduil's hand tightly.As if sensing Kleist's emotions, Thranduil gently squeezed back to comfort him.

After entering the warm hall, everyone took off their cloaks.

"You..." The old king looked at Kleist in surprise, not knowing whether it was surprise or fright.Crowled and his heavy entourage immediately stepped forward to support the old king who was about to fall, "Grandfather, grandfather, doctor! Come on!" Elves with no expression on one side.

"Severus!" Kleist nodded at Severus Snape.Severus Snape understood, he walked forward to the panicked crowd, and handed a bottle of purple potion to Crowled, "Give him a drink." Crowled took it with some hesitation Yes, I was really hesitant to drink it for my grandfather, a wrinkled hand covered with age spots snatched the potion from him and drank it quickly. "Grandfather." Crowled was a little frightened and wanted to stop it.The old king supported his shoulders and stood up slowly.

"Grandfather!" Crowled shouted excitedly, full of joy.

Severus Snape returned to Kleist and said softly, "He's dying."

Krystal nodded and said nothing.

"Long time no see, Cyril Ryder." Kleist said slowly, looking directly at the old man who walked in front of her.

"I can see you again in my lifetime, I really have no regrets in dying!"

The author has something to say:

I don't know how to compose songs. All the songs are directly imported, but they are really good. If you are interested in this sleepheard, you can Baidu, as well as the previous underavioletmoon and downbythesalleygardens.