"Don't run!" Yawen grabbed Carl, who was about to escape. "I'm so scary; you have to avoid me."
Hearing the conversation between the two, everyone understood at this moment, but Carl knew the elf woman in front of him.
Elrond, who was still standing by and talking with Gandalf, also looked over. When he saw that his daughter Yawen was holding the arm of a strange man, he could not help but frown, and then said to Gandalf, came over.
When he reached Yawen, he said, "Yawen, what's going on? What happened?"
His daughter Yawen has always been "knowledgeable" and "elegant and calm" and has inherited all the beautiful temperament and character of their Noldor elves.
But now, holding the man's hand in the crowd, how could this make him happy?
Hearing Elrond's question, Yawen, who was still a little persistent towards Carl, temporarily suppressed her other thoughts and turned around and said excitedly:
"Father, he's Carl, the one I told you about... Carl Green!"
"Carl Green?" Elrond frowned slightly; of course, he had heard the name.
Can't help because Yawen mentioned it to him.
It is also because of the tourists from other places who often come here and often say that there is a famous ranger living in the west of Fengyunding.
They say that the ranger killed several trolls alone, that he rescued the kidnapped children in the wolf's den by himself, that he helped the inhabitants of the border between Gondor and Rohan to reconcile several conflicts...
Even, he often heard his good friend, Gandalf, talk about this man's merits and his helpless words.
Therefore, he has heard of this name.
"Your Excellency turned out to be Carl, and I am the Elf Lord of Rivendell - King Elon,"
Elrond's slightly frowning brows suddenly loosened, and he gave Carl a goodwill smile.
Then he continued: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for helping Gandalf and the people of Middle-earth to solve many disasters many times, and thank you for saving my daughter Yawen."
Such a famous ranger, a man with such a sense of justice, in Carl Lund's view, deserves his respect.
Although the rumors may not necessarily be true, but after so many people talk about it, and Gandalf and Yawen have also mentioned Carl a lot, Carl Lund will no longer doubt it.
Although the ranger in front of him is a human being, he should be worthy of his courtesy.
…
Gandalf stood by and watched the scene with a slight smile.
Naturally, he was happy to see Carl and Elrond getting along well, after all, maybe they would work together in the future.
Because he always had a bad premonition in his heart, the peace of Middle-earth may not be long... will be eroded by that inexplicable rising power.
So... he wants to see everything that is good for unity.
If humans, elves, and dwarves live in harmony with each other, then even if his hunch comes true, as long as they unite, this force will be enough to deal with it.
…
Carl responded to Elrond: "King Elon, don't be polite, these actions are my choices that honor my own will, and they are natural."
Hearing this, Elrond looked at Carl with even more approval. It seemed that the rumor was true, and this human ranger was indeed somewhat heroic.
Everyone took their seats again, but the atmosphere became lighter, and there was no longer the inexplicable estrangement from the original.
Yawen sat down next to Carl, her face radiating and looking happy.
Carl didn't know if he should laugh or cry at the moment, but it seemed that he couldn't hide from it.
After feeling helpless, he had to settle down.
Only one step at a time.
...
Everyone began to talk, and Thorin also made it clear to Elrond the purpose of coming here under Gandalf's matchmaking.
Elrond was puzzled, and he looked at Thorin and confirmed:
Are you going to Lonely Mountain?
"Yes, I'm going to Lonely Mountain this time to get the thing that belongs to our tribe back. So, I hope... King Elrond, you can help us solve the riddle on the map. If you are willing to help me, that will be my reward in the near future."
Carl saw Thorin speak in a rare "soft voice", but he couldn't help but admire him again.
He clearly has a deep prejudice against elves, but for his own mission, would he rather let go of that grudge?
As Thorin's words fell, the dwarves also put down their work and looked at Elrond, as if they were waiting for his answer.
Elrond groaned when he heard the words. Thorin's attitude was surprisingly good, and he couldn't get angry, and this time it was Gandalf's idea, so he was too embarrassed to refuse.
After thinking about it, he finally nodded and agreed.
Seeing this, the dwarves cheered, and Thorin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling more favorable towards Elrond.
After all, if Elrond would help, then they would be one step closer to success.
...
Gandalf handed the sheepskin map to Elrond. The sheepskin map was given to him by Thorin's grandfather Thror before he was killed by Azog. After the erosion of age, it looks a little old.
Elrond looked at it closely, and then said slowly: "The language of the moonlight is used in writing, and the real work can only be revealed under the moon."
The so-called moonlight language is just a magical method. Although it is not common in Middle-earth, and most people may not recognize it, Elrond, as a wizard king who is proficient in magic, has lived for nearly five thousand years. You know, how can you not notice it?
He saw through the mystery at a glance.
At this moment, the sky was dark, and the moon had already risen from Dongshan, so everyone moved towards the corridor outside the hall.
The Rivendell Valley at night is another sight.
The faint silvery moonlight shines on the shadows of the trees in the valley, moving with the wind like the surging waves of the quiet ocean, coupled with the waterfalls rushing down the cliffs of Takamatsu, and the little mists brought by the fleeting, under the moonlight. The twinkling of stars added a dreamlike atmosphere to the entire valley.
The scenery of Rivendell at night is no worse than that seen during the daytime.
...
Elrond held up the parchment scroll in his hand to the moonlight, and after a while, a burst of ancient text appeared below. It was the language used by the dwarves of Turin, written in the language of Turin:
"When the thrush is singing, standing beside the grey stone, the last ray of sunset of Turin's day will shine on the hidden hole."
Elrond read it slowly, and everyone understood and nodded slightly.
This indicates that it should be the location of the gate to the city under the mountain.