Chapter 1055 1037. Tasting
Amid this concern about Gandalf’s unreliability, Rivendell’s steward Lindir, the black-haired male elf in casual clothes, led a group of people there Dining venue.
As the master, Elrond, according to etiquette, must first take off his armor, wash himself and then put on formal clothes before he can sit down at the table.
On the way there, Lan En saw the general appearance of this beautiful city.
In fact, according to his impression, this place looks a bit like Lothric or Yharnam.
In a city built in the mountains, the buildings are overlapping and scattered in three dimensions due to the uneven foundation.
And the elves don't seem to like adding guardrails to those narrow bridges across the abyss. They all just extend a straight walkway to the opposite side.
People who are timid and clumsy will probably have weak legs and cannot walk if they stand on it.
It’s just that the atmosphere in Rivendell is very different from Lothric and Yharnam.
The only similarity is the arrangement of the buildings.
It is warm and relaxing here. The sunshine in all seasons has an intoxicating warm tone. Even the breeze blowing through the mountains and forests brings a fresh breath.
As for Lothric and Yharnam, perhaps the prosperous periods of those two cities will also make people shine.
But unfortunately, by the time Lan En saw them, they were already in a state of decay and dilapidation.
What is left is devastation, as well as monsters and madmen wandering around.
While the dwarves were pushing forward due to hunger and desire for the feast, Lan En was able to have a private chat with Gandalf, who was also slowing down.
"In my opinion, you should have lured those warg cavalry here."
While whispering, Lan calmly said the words that made Gandalf's eyes widen.
“When you heard the wolf howling, you asked Thorin angrily if he had revealed his whereabouts. But at that time, I felt that you had done something bad yourself and blamed it on others, so you were anxious to steal the conversation. , as if he has the right to speak."
"And when Radagast and I were leading the wargs away, you led the dwarves who had no idea and kept running after us. Why? Something is wrong, Gandalf.”
The old wizard licked his lips with his tongue in embarrassment, his eyes wandering around.
He opened his mouth, apparently trying to explain something.
But Lan En had already confirmed his thoughts from his performance, so he ignored him at all.
"Don't lie to me by saying stupid things, Gandalf. To be honest, I really don't understand what benefit it would bring to you to call in the orc warg cavalry. Can you kindly explain it to me?"
Gandalf struggled for a moment, then moved closer to the witcher, and lowered his already low voice. His eyes were still carefully watching the dwarfs playing in front of him.
"This matter is of no benefit to me, but it is very beneficial to the dwarves and this team."
"What do you say?"
Lan En looked like he was all ears.
"You have seen how they look, and I assure you that every man in this party has lost at least five kilograms since the beginning of the journey."
Gandalf He spread his hands, and the gray beard that reached his belly was swaying.
“Long distance travel is too difficult. After all, they are only mortals and need a good rest, just like horses need to eat refined food to gain weight quickly. Rivendell can provide them with the 'refined food' they need. .”
"And we have a question related to the ultimate goal during the journey, which must be answered in Elrond's wise and knowledgeable mind."
"Then you can't tell them directly? You have to give up your seat. The wolf cavalry bites their butts and lets them enter Rivendell in desperation?"
Lan En frowned slightly.
Gandalf looked helpless, and the old man spread his hands.
“You don’t understand the dwarves. The estrangement between the dwarves of Turin blood and the elves in the Lonely Mountain Kingdom, as well as the stubbornness and grudges of the dwarves. Really, if Thorin hadn’t not been very clear-headed at the time , I took him away. I guess he would rather die in the mouth of a warg than come to the city of elves."
"Are you really that stubborn?"
Lan En said in surprise. He also had a lot of dealings with dwarves in the Magical Middle Ages, but the knife on his neck still refused to lower his head. Not even his head. , but a dwarf who wouldn't even say a soft word, that's something I've never seen before.
The old wizard curled his lips and continued to refresh the demon hunter's knowledge.
"They are ten times more stubborn than you think!"
"What about now? I think they are looking forward to eating in the elves' territory."
"That's because the deal is done, Lan En, my friend."
The old wizard held the brim of his pointed hat and winked at the witcher.
"Don't underestimate the ability of the old people to do things. The stubborn tempers of these dwarves are still young. It's not like I haven't dealt with the dwarves of their grandfather's generation."
"I have learned a lot. "Lan En turned sideways and extended his hand in a respectful gesture, "Please go ahead, the respected gray-robed wizard."
"Ah, thank you."
Gandalf's beard trembled in his smile, and he walked forward with his wand.
This is a small terrace. The elves’ artistic architecture makes it more like an art exhibition than a restaurant.
Looking out, you can see the mountain walls and waterfalls on the Rivendell side, as well as the mountain forests with red autumn leaves.
Several elves are playing harps and flutes.
The casual clothes and formal clothes of the elves are so exquisite that it is almost impossible to tell the difference. The dwarves, the hobbits, and the velvet ball were placed on two small tables, while the tall Gandalf, Lan En, and Thorin, who was basically a relatively short human height, sat at a high table. .
Elrond, who had changed into casual yellow leaf clothes, also entered the dining place at this time.
When he wears armor, no one can doubt that he is a powerful and experienced warrior, but after putting on formal clothes and an exquisite elf headband, no one can doubt that he is a profound wise man.
The extraordinaryness of elves and the accumulation brought about by immortality are vividly reflected in him, which can be regarded as a model.
He took his seat at the high table as Lan En, Gandalf, and Thorin stood up to welcome him, with Lindir, the steward of Rivendell, standing behind him.
"Thank you for your hospitality, Elrond."
Gandalf negotiated very skillfully.
"You're welcome, Gandalf. We are old friends."
Elrond chuckled and waved.
“Please enjoy, I hope the elf food can satisfy your tired bodies.”
The same size of food is placed on the high table and the two low tables, and there is no difference based on status.
The elves' silver and porcelain plates looked more like works of art than tableware. Lan En took a quick look and found that the plates and bowls were actually filled with exquisite reliefs and inscriptions!
But the food served on these tableware is a bit bland.
Most of them are cold salads of green leafy vegetables, as well as cakes, buns and the like. There are only a few slices of sliced sausage, which are also garnished on the salad, which feels more decorative.
Lan En took a bite of the cake. It tasted surprisingly good and suited his appetite.
And it’s full of nutrients and energy.
It felt like dinner at Tom Bombadil's house, except that the content of pure life force in the meal was incomparable.
But this feeling is just Lan En’s taste.
He didn't go through a long journey without enough food, a lot of fatigue, and a fight with a troll.
Although these meals are full of energy, they lack the greasy and meaty satisfaction, which makes the dwarves who have long since faded away from eating food unable to satisfy their mouths and tongues.
As they ate, they murmured and complained that the elves were feeding sheep.
The music of the elves is as tranquil and elegant as their food. The female elves who play the flute and the harp are all beautiful.
Their skin seemed to be glowing under the warm sunlight of Rivendell.
While they were playing with their instruments, they often passed by Lan En curiously and looked at his hair and face.
This observation did not make Lan En feel as awkward as he did in Arethusa College.
Because the eyes of these elves do not contain the fierce desire of sorceress apprentices, their curious eyes are clear and natural.
It seems that I just want to see the appearance of the elf-like person called ‘Adanisil’.
Under this clear gaze, Lan En smiled and nodded to them.
They also responded to him in a friendly and elegant manner while continuing to maintain the beautiful music.
“This is Oakcrest, also known as [Beast Biting Sword].”
On Elrond's side, he is using the knowledge and knowledge accumulated in his long life at the high table to serve as an appraiser for the dwarves and Gandalf.
Elrond gently held a sheathed sword in his hands, slightly opened the blade, looked at the inscription on it, and said thoughtfully.
This is Thorin's sword. Like the half-sword on Gandalf's waist, it is said that they were both dug out of the troll's lair.
Out of trust in the guests, or confidence in himself, Elrond allowed Gandalf and Thorin to enter the banquet armed with weapons.
This long knife is adapted to the arm span and height of normal humans. Thorin can use it freely because he is considered tall among dwarves.
And when the knife was gently pulled out by Elrond, a ray of metal trembled and melodious, and a chill that made people's hair stand on end vaguely spread out.
There is no doubt that this is a rare and good knife.
Even Lan En, who was nodding to the female elves just now, was attracted by this feeling and turned his head.
He is sensitive and intoxicated with the art of swords. It is difficult for him to pay attention to an extremely good sword.
On the other hand, he felt that this sword was on the same level as the Lake Lady Sword on his waist!
"Can you let me have a look?"
Lan put down the glass of wine in his hand and looked at Thorin and Elrond with questioning eyes.
After the dwarf nodded, the elf smiled and passed the sword in his hand over Gandalf and handed it to Lan En.
The witcher pulled out Oakcrest completely, took off his gloves and rubbed his fingers on the delicate and beautiful blade surface, like the most tender touch.
Surprise flashed in Lan En's eyes. There was no doubt that this knife was really a weapon comparable to his divine weapons.
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(End of this chapter)