Chapter 1062 1044. Galadriel
Opposite this powerful and strange broken sword, there is an oil painting hanging in the corridor.
The paint on it seems to be mottled and faded over time.
But there was only one figure, still dark and evil.
The oil painting depicts the most intense part of a battle.
Humans and elves wearing helmets and armor, shouting hoarsely and trying their best to face a tall figure under the dark clouds.
The figure was wearing ferocious black armor and was raising a one-handed hammer.
The moment I saw this painting, a tragic cry of death appeared in my mind like an auditory hallucination.
There are also the sounds of gold and iron, and the sound of war burning
But these sounds that should be harsh and wrong were not noticed by Lan En at this time.
For some reason, Lan En saw the black figure. On the hand holding the one-handed hammer, there was a ring on the index finger.
The ring was ordinary, just a rounded gold ring with no decoration, no carvings.
But it just attracted Lan En's full attention.
This gold. This treasure.
“Huh?”
Lan En shivered subconsciously, and the discomfort in his muscles made him twist his neck and shake his head.
The witcher doubtfully pressed the back of his neck, which suddenly throbbed.
Ever since he strengthened his muscles, this symptom has been far away from his body, not to mention that every tendon on his body is now wrapped with Valyrian steel wires.
“Mentos, retrieve my physiological data from the past ten minutes.”
“It’s in progress, sir, please take a look.”
The biochemical intelligence brain projects the data requested by the subject onto the retina and performs autonomous analysis.
"[Gene Seed] and [Song Gland] had a hormone secretion fluctuation two minutes ago. I think it was because of this that the nerves in the back of your neck suddenly became tense. Now, hormones The level has leveled off."
"Hormonal secretion fluctuates?" Lan En asked doubtfully, "What's the cause?"
"Maybe it's because you are too tired."
Mentos said with a snake oil reason, Lan En curled his lips helplessly.
"But I eat well and sleep well in Rivendell, Mentos."
"That may be because I am too lax. The essence of a Space Marine is a weapon of war, sir."
".It's a shame that you have such nice things to say."
The demon hunter complained about his biological brain.
Fortunately, this kind of thing that seems to be the remnants of a tragic war is not common in the beautiful Rivendell.
What's more, there is fresh air, gentle breeze, quiet pools that reflect the sky, and yellow fallen leaves and woods.
While Lan En continued to walk in this elven city maintained by magic in a leisurely and beautiful mood.
"Hey! Lan En!"
"Woohoo!"
"Xilulu!"
The witcher passed a pool of water.
This pool is not small, and it connects the tributaries of the waterfall flowing down from the mountain wall behind Rivendell.
A dozen dwarves, all naked, were playing and playing in this large pool.
It doesn't seem to be a problem to say that they are bold and unruly, but considering that they all have thick beards and solid muscles. But generally they are not as tall as Lan En's legs, which makes the demon hunter a little bit unable to help but laugh.
Amidst the sound of flowing water from the waterfall, the dwarves greeted the passing witchers cheerfully and enthusiastically without any hesitation.
And Lan En found that Qilin was also playing with them, and often had slight discharges like playful play.
The dwarves in the world of Arda seem to be unusually thick-skinned and thick-skinned. The slight discharge of the unicorn is indeed like a slightly dangerous game to them.
They all gathered in the pool. They ran away when the Kirin discharged electricity, and came back after the discharge.
By the way, my legs and feet were not fast enough and I was temporarily electrocuted because I had no time to run out. My companion who had sunk in the pool laughed and fished him out.
In the elegant elf city, the dwarves seemed out of place, but Lan En found it quite interesting.
The witcher waved to them in response.
Just then, Elrond and his steward Lindir also walked over from the other side of the road.
The two traditional elves opened their mouths slightly and looked at the exquisite pool they had built, which the dwarves regarded as an open-air bathhouse.
Immediately, Lan En, who had been walking forward just now, turned his steps very naturally, lowered his head and hurried back from the direction he came from.
——
This is the second week that the dwarves and Lann have been in Rivendell.
The dwarves, who were full of energy and made up for all the weight they had lost due to the arduous long journey, dismantled an elf wooden table and matching chairs as usual.
Then tomatoes, rapeseed and sausages are roasted on the fire.
Lan En also wanted to eat something meaty, so he used the few pheasants he hunted as a sign of sincerity and joined the dwarves' banquet.
“What a pity, the elves only have boring wine, not to mention spirits, even if they store some cool and refreshing ale?”
While Bofur was brushing the pheasant brought by Lan En with rapeseed leaves and oil, he complained about the taste of the elves.
"Yes!" Bombo, who was spherical before coming to Rivendell, is now more rounded, is also saying.
He placed the plate of elf bread on his stomach as firmly as if it were placed on the table.
“And they don’t even have any wine now!”
“Then you still drink it?” Lan En glanced sideways at Bombo and complained, “And I remember you drank the most. Bombo tilted his head and thought: "Oh, okay. What you said does make sense, Lan En."
"But I don't think he's trying to make sense, he just wants you to eat less, Bombo."
Bofur laughed.
“Oh” Bombo’s red beard twitched, “I can’t do that!”
The lively dwarves are busy creating more joy, and in Rivendell’s On the upper stairs, Elrond and Gandalf were still discussing worriedly.
Although Elrond recognized the rationality and legitimacy of the restoration expedition led by Thorin Oakenshield.
But he still believed that doing more was better than doing less. The consequences of awakening and irritating the evil dragon were by no means as simple as imagined.
So in the past two weeks, Gandalf and Elrond have actually been verbally entangled with each other many times.
“I have said everything that needs to be said, Elrond, I really don’t understand why you have so many concerns! If you have to take care of every concern before doing anything, then we Just don’t do anything!”
Gandalf lowered his head and muttered like an ordinary old man.
"We are the enemy of darkness! Fighting for all good and beautiful life! This is no child's play!"
"It is precisely because we have a heavy responsibility." Elrond said rationally and calmly He said, "That's why we should not make hasty decisions on major matters. You and I both know that the situation in Middle-earth is decided by just the two of us?"
The two of them are not even close to each other in a straight line from the dwarves. It wasn't far, and the voice wasn't deliberately lowered.
So actually the dwarves can hear it.
It’s just that most dwarves prefer to enjoy the carefree present, so they don’t care, or turn a deaf ear.
But when Lan En had just received the pheasant wings handed over by Bofur, he glanced to the side. Thorin was looking at the wizard and elf talking seriously.
Even though he is a very traditional dwarf, after becoming a leader, he must think about more things than his subordinates.
Suddenly, the old wizard pointed a clear greeting from above.
"Come on, Lan En. Come here, we need you, and it's time for us to talk."
The witcher walked to the side with pheasant wings in his hand and raised his head. Look, you see Gandalf shouting down the stairs of the building one floor above.
The witcher said nothing, but waved his hand upward to indicate understanding.
A pheasant wing was held in his mouth, making a crisp sound between his lips and teeth.
His jaws, teeth, and biting muscles have also been strengthened, and these things can be completely ground by his mouth.
Lan walked up the spiral staircase of Rivendell, and soon joined the wizard and the elf, and followed them to continue going up.
Gandalf saw Lann following behind, turned around and smiled reluctantly at him, and then continued to argue with Elrond.
"I don't think Thorin will think that he has taken back the country. This matter needs to be explained to anyone. Because it is a matter of course!"
"And to be honest." The old man Gandalf was very angry. He was not angry. Go on.
"I am the same in this regard, and I don't need to obey other people's opinions!"
Elrond seemed to be too lazy to argue with Gandalf.
He walked in front and was the first to stand on the top step.
He stretched out his hand toward the steps, inviting Gandalf and Lan En to come up, with a smile on his face as if he was watching a show.
"Okay, you don't think you need to listen to other people's opinions on this matter. And I have to say."
"It's not me you have to listen to."< br>
Gandalf followed Elrond's invitation gesture and walked up in a daze, while Lan raised his eyebrows curiously.
But when he actually walked up, his expression was exactly the same as Gandalf.
Because on this exquisite platform, a bright moon is hanging on the arch facing the cliff, and under the arch, there is an elf standing.
A sacred and beautiful elf.
She is over 1.9 meters tall, which is extremely rare among elves.
She turned her back to the few people who had just stepped onto the platform. Her long hair was dark gold dotted with silver light. She was even more gorgeous and beautiful than the moon and the sun in the sky!
And when she turned around with a smile on her face, it was a face so beautiful that it was almost magical.
Those eyes were also completely different from Elrond's.
Most elves have stars shining in their eyes, but the eyes of this one in front of them have a radiance that is more sublime than the sun and moon in the sky!
"Lady Galadriel!"
Gandalf almost said the name with a sigh.
Lan En, who was shocked by someone else's beauty for the first time, also suddenly woke up under this name.
To be honest, I can't blame him, after all, even Mentos was running slowly just now.
The young demon hunter looked at the beautiful elf with a mysterious smile in the distance, and then at Elrond behind him who seemed to be watching a good show.
"Hello, Mithrandir."
Garadriel's voice was ethereal and distant, as if coming from the clouds in the sky.
Then, the smiling Elf Queen looked away from her old friend and looked at the person she had never met before.
Her eyes flashed like the light of the sun and moon, looking up and down at Lan En.
“Hello, Adanisil.”
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