HP - the time the ring is still

oryends

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!"

"It's a pleasure to see you again, my lord!" After finishing speaking, he bent down and bowed to Kleist and the others, which was the most important gift he could do as a king.His subjects looked at the extraordinary girl in front of him in surprise, they didn't expect her to be so young.

"No need to do this." Kleist hurried forward to support him, no matter how old she was here, she still couldn't accept an old man saluting her.

Cyril Ryder stared blankly at Kleist's leather gloves, as if recalling that a long time ago, he asked everyone to sit down.

Cyril Ryder did not sit back on his throne, he sat opposite Kleist and Thranduil, smiled and said to them: "Time is very tolerant to you. And I am an old man who is dying, even this I can’t get out of all the halls. Hehe, there is no other meaning, it’s just emotion!” After speaking in one breath, he paused for a while, then continued: “This is my grandson, Crewe Ryder, after me he will be the new king here. Hopefully our deal will continue amicably."

"Yes." Thranduil made a promise on behalf of the Woodland Kingdom. He looked at Cyril Ryder. After many years, this human being who had bored him for a while was about to die, and his little girl was still young.

Cyril Ryder looked softly at the girl sitting beside the elf as before, the past was like a cloud of smoke, and those inexplicable feelings disappeared in a long time, only the nostalgia remained in his heart forever.

He said slowly with a little remembrance: "I once promised to do anything for you, but I waited for 87 years, but I didn't get any reply. Once I thought, if you are still alive, maybe I can see you again. Who I want to wait longer and longer, and then I think it’s okay to meet your descendants, I don’t want to go into the grave with regrets.”

Kleist took out the gold button and floated it in front of Cyril Ryder with magic. Under the surprised eyes of others, the old king slowly reached out to catch the button he had been waiting for for a long time.He picked up the button and put it in front of his eyes carefully, and said: "The past seems to be vivid! Please don't look away, people like to look back at the past when they are old." After a pause, he turned his head slightly and said: "Pierce. "The entourage behind Cyril Ryder bowed and retreated, and Cyril Ryder smiled without saying a word as if he had made a decision.

After a while, the attendant named Pierce handed an exquisite box to the old king.

After handing over the scepter to the heir, Cyril Ryder took the box with both hands, and was supported by someone to stand up and walk towards Kleist step by step.

"We are relatively barren here, and it seems that there is nothing to sell except minerals. But we found a treasure that no one else has here, and we call it White Light Stone." Cyril Ryder handed the silver box in his hand to Ke Lester, motioning for her to catch it.Kleist looked at Thranduil, who nodded in agreement, and Kleist caught it with both hands. This is a silver box that looks a bit old, but it is engraved with something that seems to record something The patterns are simple and mysterious.

Cyril Ryder opened the box, and there was a faint white light inside, just like the color of Kleist every time he left, it made people feel very warm, everyone felt very surprised, and couldn't help but look carefully.Among the bedding of finely divided gemstones, in the center of the box was a clean oval angular white gemstone as big as a child's fist.It is really a heart-warming treasure, but Kleist refused. She closed the box and pushed it to Cyril Ryder, "It's too precious!"

Cyril Ryder didn't answer, he took a step back and said: "At that time I was very desperate and felt that I would die with hatred like this, but you saved me and gave me a chance to live. At that time, I had nothing to repay, This is what you deserve, at least now I feel that my life is the most priceless treasure in the world, doesn't it?"

"Exchange price for pricelessness! Kleist, take it!" Thranduil chuckled.

"Thank you!" As soon as Thranduil reminded, Kleist suddenly realized, took the box in his hand, and handed it to Langrisa Bullstrode behind him.This is Cyril Ryder's reward, and it is also a proof of their settlement. With that button back, Kleist can no longer ask him or his