HP - the time the ring is still

"You...give me...slow down!" Thranduil's expression was ugly, but his beloved wife no longer saw him at all.

After feeling his feet standing on the ground, Thranduil finally breathed a sigh of relief. He could never accept this kind of wizard's way of walking.

"Father, mother!" Thranduil stepped forward to salute, restrained and polite, this is the expression of the elves, like Kleist's is a special case, because they are used to it so they don't care, other elves can't bear it.

"Look, our grandson!" Kleist said happily with a smile.

Thranduil looked at the child in Legolas' arms, and his eyes became loving, "This child is really good-looking!"

"Mom, this is not my child, he is your brother!" Legolas finally had a chance to speak.Holding his uncle who is younger than himself, has anyone considered his feelings?

"What?" Kleist stared, never expecting this relationship, feeling lost instantly, looking at Legolas with some resentment, "I'm so happy!"

Thranduil: "..." Just now, he felt that there was someone who would succeed him, but now he was told that half of the family property had been divided. Thranduil's gap was much bigger than that of Kleist. He turned to look at his parents, With a forced smile, he said, "Congratulations!"

"Valinor is such a good place, the old trees are in bloom!" Kleist held his little brother's hand and muttered in a low voice.

"Cough!" Cheap Dad, who was always unwilling to be forgotten, made his own voice.

"Dad!" Kleist let go of Cheap Brother and ran to Cheap Dad's arms, "I miss you so much!"

"It sounds fake!" Glorfindel patted Kleist's back, although he said so, the joyful smile couldn't be stopped.

"This is absolutely true!" Kleist laughed so hard that his eyes narrowed.Today is a beautiful day.

After embracing Glorfindel, Kleist went to his friends one by one, hugging and kissing everyone.Even Celeborn, who had never been close to her, was kissed twice. His expression was really ugly, but this couldn't stop Kleist from being in a good mood. She announced loudly, "We're going to have a party tonight."

"Of course, we knew you were coming back, and we were already ready!" Elrond's twin sons said with a smile.

"Oh, my little ones are the most caring!"

"Don't call us that."

"I'm not!" Kleist continued to exercise hegemony over the child.

"Hi, I'm Philidil." The beautiful Vatican introduced Kleist.

Kleist looked up at him, showing a bright smile, "Hello, Lord Philidil, I'm Kleist." Saying that, Kleist held his arm like an elf As if they were greeting each other intimately, Kleist leaned very close to each other, and Kleist whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Stay away from Glorfindel."

"You're beautiful, you female bandit!" Felidil muttered in his heart when he saw Kleist running from the sea with his skirt in his hands. The first meeting was very unfriendly, and it can even be said to be miserable.

"Wait and see!" Kleist gritted his teeth, raised his head, and put on a smiling face and said politely, "Are you a Vatican?"

"Yes." Philidel said kindly.

"That's great!"

And Covent, who had been looking at Kleist and joking, couldn't believe his eyes, why no one had ever told him that Kleist was back, making him stand here like a fool.

"Hi, Covent!" Kleist looked at his former comrades and smiled.

"Welcome back, Kleist." Covent said with a smile, then looked at the big boat behind them and asked, "Where are your companions, are they in the back?"

Kleist smiled and shook his head, "No, they are in my heart!"

"I'm sorry!" Almost at the same time, Covent immediately apologized. He was very annoyed that his casual words hurt the person he once loved most unintentionally.

"No, thank you for remembering them."

Glorfindel patted Kleist on the shoulder and whispered comfortingly: "No one will forget them."

"Let's go!" Thranduil held Kleist's hand, "Go and see, our future new home."

When night fell, under the beautiful starry sky, the elves began to sing happily. Kleist held a glass of wine and communicated with relatives and friends. When he felt bored, he sat down under a big tree and watched other people make trouble.

Kleist saw Legolas and the beautiful Maia leave the crowd, while his dwarf friend was chatting with Frodo in some disappointment.Kleist thought of teasing and leaned over to him and whispered, "Do you remember what I said?"

"What? Ma'am! You know, I'm old and can't remember many things!" the dwarf said cunningly.

Kleist gave him a meaningful smile: "I can make everyone fall in love with you, do you want it?"

Gimli's glowing eyes looked at Kleist, but a voice interrupted their conversation: "This is not a good idea!"

Kleist frowned, "Who are you?" She had never seen this strange man before, and she couldn't deny that he was very beautiful and extraordinary. Obviously, he was a Maija. Kleist became alert and didn't know What did Maya find herself doing.

"Oh, you actually forgot about me. I once kept my promise and went to Legolas' coming-of-age ceremony." The reserved man laughed.

"Gandalf?" Kleist shouted in surprise: "Oh, to be honest, if you had used this face back then, we could still be friends."

"You still talk so interestingly, my lord!" said Mithranda, laughing.

"What's the matter?" Krystal asked with a smile.

"You should know that since you are back, you don't have to worry about the past. Have you brought him back?"

Kleist knew who Misranda was asking, she nodded and said: "Yes, tomorrow, I will visit the adults and send him home by the way!"

"OK then!"

"You know each other?" Glorfindel asked in a low voice, holding a cigarette holder, blocking Philidel's way, and before Philidil refused, Glorfindel said, "Don't try to hide it from me, tell me My reason."

"Okay!" Philidel nodded helplessly, and said with some reluctance: "She has been to Valinor, don't you know?"

"Yes."

"When she just came out of the Hall of Souls, she had nothing, and I was the garrison nearby, and then I was robbed by her. It was an extremely embarrassing thing."

"Snatched, or stripped?"

Philidel was surprised: "How do you know?"

"Haha, I don't know, but I guess she would do it. She also caused the injury on your face? She didn't have a good time here, did she?"

"Well, how should I put it? Everyone has nothing to do with her, and in the end they can only let her go."

"What happened to the white sand on the mountain?"

"Have you visited? We usually don't go up that mountain. Your daughter, Kleist, was asked by the Veras to stay here and wait for you to return. She was unwilling and insisted on leaving. But here is a barrier that blocks the outside world, and it cannot be easily opened. Kleist rushed forward, and she used her body to hit the barrier. Just above the mountain, she hit it very hard, every time she hit There will be a lot of debris falling, like snow, which looks beautiful, but it's not a good idea."

"Is it the soul?"

"Yes, those are the crumbs of her soul. At that time, she was really close to death! Later, Manwe and the other gods were willing to forgive her, so they opened the barrier and let her go."

Glorfindel: "They knew she'd be back?"

"You know! I think the Veras treat her pretty well!"

After that, Glorfindel didn't say anything, but looked at Kleist who was still laughing and chatting with Mithranda and sighed deeply.

Philidil followed Glorfindel's gaze, and said softly, "She is the most persistent and special person I have ever met!" A determination that cannot be stopped even by death requires infinite courage and perseverance. Awe-inspiring.

"Yes!"

After the hustle and bustle, everything calmed down. Kleist stood on the tallest tree near his residence, and hung many shiny glass bottles on it, but there were hairs of various colors inside, which looked weird and special.

She arranged the bottles, then sat on several branches and knocked on the glass bottle closest to her, and said with a smile: "You are right, as long as I live, they will not forget you." Kleist turned his head, Looking straight ahead, she said with a smile, "Look, this is the sunrise in Valinor, isn't it beautiful?" What answered her was the crisp sound of glass jingling beside her.

May every scenery in life be accompanied by the original person!

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