"Uh! Sorry!"

Bilbo hurriedly apologized.

His mother just traveled far away, but he thought his mother was dead and said he was so ruthless that he was so sad that he was in a state of condolence.

Princess Yawen smiled gently, "It's nothing, let's speed up, and we'll go to Silver Moon Hall in front. My father should be there to treat you. Oh, by the way, you saved me, and we, Rivendell, will definitely entertain you with the best banquet, and hope you will like it."

Thorin sneered, "We can eat the food we bring ourselves."

For example, instant noodles made by Xufeng.

After the battle between Mengshui Swamp, the dwarves were already hungry and couldn't wait to have a delicious instant noodles.

"How can that be!" Princess Yawen said angrily: "You are guests, and they are guests who have saved my life. If you let you eat the food you brought and spread it out, others will say that our elves of Rivendell are all ungrateful wolves!"

Thorin frowned helplessly.

Indeed, when a guest comes to the host's house but does not eat the host's food, it is obvious that he looks down on the host's house.

Although Thorin was prejudiced against the elves in his heart, King Thorandil was not from Rivendell, but from the dark forest. What's more, Thorin passed by Rivendell this time and wanted to ask for help from King Aaron's knowledge.

Eating is also about face.

If Solin didn't even give him this face, then the key would probably be difficult to deal with.

Thorin frowned and said, "Since we are here, let's try the characteristics of the elves."

The other dwarves could only shrug helplessly.

After arriving at the Silver Moon Hall, King Ailon invited everyone to sit down in the order of the guests.

There are two large tables arranged in the huge hall, one is a round table and the other is a long table.

Members of the Snow Emperor Squad, as well as Thorin and Bilbo, were arranged to sit at the round table with Princess Yawen, King Aaron and Gandalf.

The remaining noisy dwarves were placed on the long table.

King Ailon raised his hand gracefully, "Please sit down, I guess everyone is already hungry. I have already ordered the imperial chef and the food will be delivered soon. During this time, please enjoy our Rivendell music."

After saying that, four elves musicians walked in with harp and flute.

The tune is very melodious and quiet. If you listen carefully, you can actually restore your spiritual strength.

Rivendell is worthy of being the magic holy place of the elves.

Xu Feng sighed sincerely in his heart.

He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the elf music, and his spiritual power recovery speed was greatly improved.

Xuedi and others reacted half a beat slower than Xu Feng, but when Xu Feng closed his eyes, they all understood.

Although Thorin did not feel the recovery of his spiritual power, he also heard that the song was coming very unusual.

However, he didn't want to close his eyes in front of King Ailon. He was the king of the Gushan Dwarf, and he wanted to maintain the dignity of the king at all times.

As for Gandalf, he naturally smiled and said nothing.

He is an old friend of King Ailon, so he naturally knew the mystery of this song for a long time.

While smoking Charles tobacco, he enjoyed the beautiful music of the elf, and his fingers were lightly tapping the tabletop made by Yuemu, and his mood was extremely relaxed.

Although it is not a huge challenge along the way, it is also thrilling enough.

Now that I finally arrived at Rivendell, I can completely relax.

There is no danger here, absolutely impossible.

On another long table, the other dwarves were very impatient.

For them, this melodious little tune is simply the noise that mosquitoes call.

Ge Luoyin frowned and said in a rough voice: "Hmph, is this also called music?"

Bahrain smiled and said, "For the elves, this is obviously called music."

Other dwarves also made sarcastic ridicule.

In the eyes of the dwarves, unpretentious music is not music at all, and music that cannot knock on the table with the rhythm is not music.

Qili whispered: "Although I think the people of the Elf tribe look weird, there are indeed a few beautiful women, such as the harp behind me."

Balin couldn't help but smile and said, "Qili, take a look. The elf lady behind you... is actually a big elf brother!"

Qili looked back in shock and found that the long hair and elegant manners of the pirate were really a male elf!

Qili blushed and said, "Elf man actually has no beard! What's the difference between this and a woman!"

The other dwarves Pang Ruo laughed uninhibited.

Thorin, sitting on the round table, frowned slightly.

Logically speaking, dwarves should not make loud noises in such a grand occasion, but Thorin is more willing to sit with the loud noises now.

So, he didn't stop it.

King Ailon smiled and said, "Thirteen dwarves, one hobbit, and five humans, Gandalf, the expedition team you formed is really special."

Gandalf quickly said to King Ailon: "These dwarf brothers are descendants of Gushan's bloodline. They are very gentlemanly and have a very high taste for music."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ge Luoyin stood up and shouted loudly to a female elf playing the flute: "Hey, can you change the song? This song is like attending the funeral!"

Gandalf of the Eron Dynasty looked at it.

Gandalf shrugged, "Yes, their taste is different from ours, they are a different level of style."

Fili stood up and said, "At present, there is only one way to save this feast that is about to collapse!"

As he said that, Fili stood on the table and sang loudly: "Once upon a time, there was a small villa located under a gray mountain. There was a tavern in the village. The beer they brewed was delicious and cheap. We had to drink the wine while the moonlight. The groom had a drunk cat. The drunk cat liked to steal our beer. We wanted to drink the wine while the moonlight..."

The dwarves sang loudly while knocking on the table. The originally solemn Silver Moon Hall suddenly turned into a tavern style with their cheerful singing.

Gandalf wanted to find a crack in the floor to get into it.

Xu Feng couldn't help but giggle.

King Ailon shook his head with a faint smile.

Thorin had a natural expression - yes, in the eyes of the dwarves, music that can knock on the table is truly good music.

The dwarves sang one song after another, and the elves couldn't stand it anymore.

Fortunately, at this time, the waitresses brought the elves' food, which ended with this tavern-style concert.
Chapter completed!