The tranquil and graceful valley is densely vegetation, and the fresh fragrance of flowers spreads.

The sun shrouds in this hidden elf home, with birds singing and butterflies flying.

There is a neat and refreshing mountain terrace deep in this place. Because the terrain is high, you can overlook everything in the valley from here, including colorful flower fields, clear streams, and the silver waterfall shining under the sun.

The sound of the waterfall slapped the stone surface endlessly, and the sound of the stream slowly flowed was like a beautiful melody composed by nature, gently embellishing the light singing and low whispers faintly from the valley here.

That is the singing of the elves who live here.

Usually, this terrace was a good place for Lord Elrond to read books and view the scenery. Occasionally he could take a nap here, but although noon was coming, Lord Lord was not at all sleepy at the moment.

Because a crucial meeting is taking place on the terrace.

...

"What do you mean by 'them'?"

"The messengers sent to escort the Lord of the Rings on their way."

"Great! Who are they? I think that is what this meeting must be decided by, and it is the only thing that this meeting needs to be decided. The elf lives a prosperous life just by speaking, and the dwarf can endure great fatigue, but I am just an old hobbit, and I miss my lunch very much. Can't we think of some names now?"

"Or wait until after dinner?"

The meeting was discussed in the morning until now, but since the words were finished, no one spoke again.

Around the stone table, everyone's eyes were drooping, as if they were in a state of contemplation.

The bright sunshine seemed to become a little dim, and a depressing atmosphere arose in the conference venue, which was not disrupted even when the noon bell rang melodiously.

None of the many news gathered from all directions is good, but the choice they faced at this moment seems very difficult.

Or, this is true for a short existence.

But before he could make up his mind, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from not far away.

People turned around and found that it was an elf maid here, who was climbing the steps and walking quickly.

"A irritable female elf is really rare."

A dwarf muttered, but no response from others.

Because just after the waiter ran over and whispered to the lord Elrond, the originally steady and majestic lord of the valley suddenly stood up, and then acted even more excited than the waiter, and even walked out without saying hello.

But he suddenly stopped halfway through the walk because of a figure.

The curiosity aroused by this series of changes looked at them intently and found that they were a tall, white-robed elf with neat head and neat black hair.

Some people are very unfamiliar with this, while others are stunned, but these have not affected the person.

He lifted his hood and nodded to the oncoming valley lord, then glanced at an old existence not far away, and greeted him with a smile.

"Mislandil? Long time no see."

"Carner?"

The old man in the gray robe who was holding a pipe in his face and looked thoughtful was a little stunned at this moment, then stood up like a surprise and walked forward quickly.

"It's indeed a long time no see! Where have you been? Why have you been away for thousands of years?"

"It's not that long, but you don't know."

"You have always been so strange, but now we are here, and we happen to be in big trouble."

"I have to say that I can't do anything about this. There are always many troubles in the world, and I can't control it. But I believe you..."

...

The eager conversation was accompanied by more greetings. A certain blonde elf who had always been steady in the meeting was quite excited. The master was the same, and even the conversation with that person seemed very reserved.

"If I hadn't heard any wind, I would have thought the valley had changed to a lord." An old hobbit muttered while touching his chin, looking at the man thinking.

Another young hobbit beside him turned around curiously to look at a tall human approaching.

"Big Striker, who is he?"

"A great elf king in ancient times, the star of life in the sky." The other party murmured, looking at the tall figure surrounded by eyes wide open, subconsciously touching the handle of an ancient broken sword around his waist.

"He is the enemy of Morgoth, the nemesis of darkness, and the friend of the giant." Another voice answered.

It was the elf prince who participated in the meeting from the Black Forest. Although he was answering the Hobbit question, his eyes were always staring at the man, and his tone was smooth like an endorsement.

"The manifester of the light of miracle, the savior of slaves, the creator of the city of stars, Kaner, Alanuil, Esteel, Itron, and…"

Finally, he paused suddenly, and then he turned his head to look at the Hobbit, looking confused.

"Shar?"

...
Chapter completed!