HP - the time the ring is still

Sarcasm, he looked directly at Kleist and waited for her answer.

"Old king?" Kleist didn't react, rolled his eyes and thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Oh, it's him, want to see me for the last time? Then see you!"

"Why?" Thranduil didn't understand why Kleist agreed so simply and neatly, but he still remembered those unpleasant things that Cyril Ryder came to Kleister twice and three times back then. .

"He's dying, and his oath hasn't been fulfilled yet! Probably seeing people is second, and taking back the buttons is the real thing." Kleist took out the gold buttons and tossed them around boringly.The little wizards all knew about this button, but they were very obedient and didn't say anything in front of Thranduil.

Thranduil nodded, "Let's go when the weather is better! He can't wait long!"

"it is good."

"Then what about us?" A group of people in the background couldn't help asking.

"You want to go too?"

"Of course, we haven't been to the northern kingdom you mentioned?" James Potter answered first.

"Actually, you have already been to the place we came to before." Kleist smiled maliciously.

"Ah!" Looking at the stunned crowd, Kleist hugged Thrangir's arm unkindly and laughed.

"How can it be the same! That doesn't count!"

"That's it!"

"Understood, let's get ready!" Kleist said helplessly, waving to everyone.

Thranduil squinted at the busy little wizards, and said to Kleist with obvious disapproval: "It's not a good idea to bring them along."

"It's more troublesome if you don't bring them! Let's go, leave them alone, let's go see our parents!" After finishing speaking, Thranduil dragged him away regardless of whether he wanted it or not.

Old friend

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)

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