Carl sensed the feeling of tension on his back, but he wanted to yell at Rumang. How could he describe this darn Gandalf, and what kind of bench should he use?
The bench-like Yawen?
He too, actually said, he couldn't hold back his laughter for a while.
Now, when he noticed the sight behind him, he really regretted it.
Beside him, the poor hobbit Bilbo wiped the rice off his face, looked at Carl with a depressed expression, and opened it slightly, "Ka- woo~woo~"
Before Bilbo, who wanted to complain, could finish, Carl covered his mouth.
"Don't be reckless, someone is trying to kill me," Carl whispered to Bilbo. Bilbo was slightly taken aback, then looked at Carl, who was serious, and nodded to show his understanding.
Carl let go of his hand, but when he noticed the faint footsteps coming from behind him, he wanted to cry without tears, feeling a little anxious. What should he do? Had he been exposed?
All thoughts flashed through his mind, but he had to continue eating with his head down.
Yawen walked behind Carl and looked at the unkempt, dirty back, her brows slightly wrinkled.
"It's unlike you; it shouldn't be him." The figure in her memory was a handsome man who loved cleanliness and was decent.
Just thinking about it, Yawen saw Bilbo on the side and said to Carl, "I still wonder how you got yourself so dirty. It seems you're trying to conceal your identity, but someone wants to kill you? Tell me, what happened?"
Bilbo was full of doubts at the moment. He knew Carl's skills—a man who could easily deal with ten trolls—yet he was so cautious now.
Could it be that the enemy's identity and strength were terrifying? Did they make even a powerful figure like Carl wary, even while staying in the heart of the elves?
Looking at Bilbo like a curious baby, Carl really regretted it at the moment. Why did he save this guy in the first place? Wouldn't it be nice to let the trolls eat this kid?
Yawen was also stunned for a moment, and then her brows furrowed again.
Did this guy get himself dirty on purpose? Then, she thought,
A glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Yawen's eyes, and the eyes that fell back to Carl began to scrutinize with malicious intent.
She suddenly said, "Well, I don't know if everyone is satisfied with the food for dinner this time."
With Yawen's voice, Bilbo realized that someone was standing behind him.
Looking back, he was slightly taken aback.
The elf in front of him was truly beyond beautiful.
Delicate face, lustrous black long hair, tall and pretty pointed ears unique to elves, pink and tender red light, and lightly thin lips, moist and star-filled eyes, really like a goddess.
Bilbo swore he had never seen such a beautiful woman.
"Beautiful lady, the food is... delicious, and we are very satisfied," Bilbo finally came to his senses.
The dwarves didn't behave as badly as Bilbo. After all, they had a feud with the elves, and there were some differences in aesthetics. No matter how handsome the elves were, at best, they would only thank them for their goodwill.
"We are very satisfied, beautiful lady," the dwarves nodded politely.
People under the eaves, eating other people's food, at least have to say two good things.
"That's good. I'm still worried that things don't suit your tastes," Yawen said, but she cast a glance at Carl, who was still silent.
"Hahaha, how could that be?" Groin laughed. This elf was so polite to them; it was really rare, and he felt a lot less grudge. He continued, "Although it's not the tastiest thing I've ever tasted, in terms of texture, it's okay."
"Oh?" Yawen originally just wanted to be polite. The main purpose was to test the "suspicious people" in front of her, but she didn't expect these dwarves to actually comment on their Rivendell food in such a pretentious manner.
Their food only deserves an "okay" rating?
A little emotion suddenly rose in her heart, and she continued to ask, "Is there any other place in the world that has better food than Rivendell?"
"Of course, there is!" Bilbo on the side shouted again, as if eager to express. He said, "Chenlixiang, there is a kind of food made from a spice called Qianlixiang, which is the best I have ever tasted."
"That's right, Qianli Xiang," the dwarves nodded, which was exactly what they were about to say.
Although Carl's sage caused them a bit of trouble on the road, everyone would not deny its value.
"Beautiful Elf Miss, you haven't eaten it before. If you have, I think you will definitely remember it," the dwarves said, but their faces were full of memories.
Carl seemed to be weak at the moment; only one thought flashed in his mind - "It's over!"
Sure enough, I saw that Yawen suddenly had a cold look on her face and said with a slight smile, "Who said I haven't eaten it! Qianlixiang, is it some annoying ranger who is bored, using celery grass, withered vine, red snake skin...and green wood sap, iron green red...dried and ground...then stored in the ground and buried for three months, and then..."
The dwarves stared at Yawen in amazement. The elf woman in front of her actually wrote down the recipe? Isn't this the same as what they heard at the beginning?
Thinking of this, everyone's eyes couldn't help but leave Carl. Does this woman know Carl?
While Yawen was talking, when she saw the gazes of the dwarves looking towards a certain figure, the playfulness in her eyes became even more serious.
She looked at Carl with eyes that could almost penetrate people, and finally, she said:
"Then... fellow warriors, can you tell me, who is doing this Qianlixiang?"
Carl suddenly realized that a small, cold hand had fallen on his head, and then a voice as clear as an empty valley came: "Could it be you? - Carl."
Carl cried, raised his head, and saw Yawen's gentle smile full of playfulness.
"Haha, Ya... Yawen, it's been a long time, you're getting more and more beautiful," Carl said quickly with a smile.
There was no way, since he had been discovered, he had to bite the bullet and face Yawen.
Of course, he did know Yawen for a long time.
Yawen, who was about to punish Carl, heard the word "beautiful," but a scene of red light suddenly appeared on her face. Her heart was filled with joy and excitement, but her face still remained calm. A faint smile, squinting at Carl.
"Yeah, it seems, it's been almost three years," Yawen said slightly, her tone suddenly became cold again, "For this reason, these days, I've been thinking of you, Carl."
"Hahaha, Yawen, you're still so fond of joking," Carl looked at Yawen who was squinting, and felt that he didn't have a second. After laughing, he quickly said, "Well... I have something else to do, so I'll go first."
After saying that, he suddenly stood up and prepared to run away.
He didn't expect Yawen to have returned to Rivendell from her grandmother's Lothlorien in Galadriel.
Otherwise, even if he was killed, he would not have entered Rivendell with Gandalf and the others. He had miscalculated.