As the riddle was solved, the dwarves were a little excited, as if the wealth of the city below the mountain had been revealed, as if the Arken gem had been obtained.
Gandalf's expression was also somewhat relieved, and the preliminary cooperation had been completed. But at the same time, there were other ideas in his mind.
Now that he had solved the riddle for the dwarves, should he also leave the team temporarily and go to the Rudor High Tomb to check it out?
After all, the news from Radjast really upset him.
At this moment, everyone mulled over their own thoughts in their hearts.
...
After the matter was over, everyone chatted in harmony, and then prepared to retreat to rest with the guidance of the elves.
Carl followed the crowd and wanted to leave, but before he took two steps, the front of his shirt was pulled again.
"Carl, where are you going?" Yawen looked at Carl displeased; this guy always wanted to run, but she finally waited for this opportunity.
Carl could only stop again, turned his head, and smiled: "Yawen, it's getting late, go to rest early; staying up late is not good for your skin."
"Hey, don't interrupt me, say it! Why are you avoiding me?" Yawen was indifferent to Carl's smiling face, just stared at him fiercely.
"Hiding?" Carl said blankly with a hint of doubt on his face, "What are you hiding? How could I avoid you? You are thinking too much."
"You said no? You ran without saying a word last time. Besides, it was clear that you would come to see me, but I haven't seen you once in three years." Yawen said slowly, her eyes suddenly started slightly reddening; she continued to stare at Carl and said, "This time, when you saw that I was pretending not to know me on purpose, you also said that you didn't mean to avoid me."
"Oh, Yawen, this is a big misunderstanding!" Carl shouted, and then explained with embarrassment, "You know, I'm really busy. I'm going to Forno today, Sturt tomorrow, the Brandy River the day after. I'm wandering everywhere, and there's a lot of bad things to deal with. Where will I have time to see you?"
"Liar, you just saw me and you didn't say anything on purpose!" Yawen didn't believe it; she still stared at Carl. "It's an excuse to say that you don't have time."
"I'm wronged. I didn't speak just now. Um... I'm not afraid that you will blame me because I didn't follow the agreement to see you," Carl explained reluctantly. "Look at you, it's not just that you're angry now."
"Is what you said true?" Yawen's original hesitation and complaint suddenly disappeared. Her eyes lit up slightly, and she said, as if worried that Carl thought she would blame her, and then quickly explained, "Don't worry, I don't blame you. I know you are a busy person, so I will forgive you this time."
She was in the lobby with Carl's news every day, so she knew that Carl was really busy. So now, hearing Carl's explanation, she believed it without any doubt.
After that, he added, "However, don't forget me next time; otherwise, I won't let you go so easily."
"Haha, of course, of course, I will." Carl breathed a sigh of relief and finally dealt with it. After a pause, he smiled slowly. "Then... I'll go back first; see you tomorrow."
"Wait," Yawen held Carl again.
Carl didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had no choice but to ask, "What are you doing, Yawen?"
"Shut up, just come with me." After that, Yawen pulled Carl towards the front with a happy face, but she didn't know what to do.
The two gradually left but did not pay attention to sending the dwarves away to rest. Elrond, who was returning to the spot and was about to find the trace of his daughter, was silently watching the backs of them leaving and thinking.
...
"Here! Here it is!" Looking at Yawen who was carrying a lot of items, Carl was a little dumbfounded.
He was dragged by Yawen to the side of a misty spring.
He reached out his hand to probe slightly but found that the water was warm.
In addition, Yawen also prepared new clothes for him and the things to wash, which can be said to be extremely careful.
"Yawen, don't be so troublesome, I'm not a delicate royal clan, just take a dip in the water."
Carl didn't know what to say about the elf girl in front of him
at this moment.
"No trouble," Yawen rolled her eyes at Carl, then raised the silk-satin towel wrung out in her hand and poked it towards Carl's face.
While wiping for Carl, he complained in his mouth, "Look at you, you don't pay much attention to yourself, and you make yourself so embarrassed."
After speaking, I didn't know what to think, but a distressed look suddenly appeared on his face, and said, "Carl, you must have suffered a lot outside the past few years."
After saying that, the eyes unknowingly became slightly misty again.
"Uh... Yawen, I said, you really think too much, the mud on me is actually,"
Carl said, looking at Yawen, who was staring at him suspiciously, but he came to his senses, and then quickly stopped, and changed his mouth to smile:
"Haha, yes, it's hard, it's very hard. It's been exposed to the sun and the wind all day long, and I have to fight with all kinds of weird things. It's really hard to die. But you don't need to worry about it, I'm used to it."
He couldn't say that the mud was his disguise, and that his ears would be tortured for a while, Carl didn't want to hear the elf in front of him scolding him for being ruthless.
However, thinking of Yawen's feelings for him, Carl was also puzzled at the moment.
He and Yawen met three years ago...
At that time, he passed through the Misty Mountains, and by chance encountered an elf surrounded by orcs, that elf was Yawen.
So what happened next is natural. He killed the orcs and rescued her from danger.
And after that, with getting along, Yawen seems to have started to have an excessive reliance on him.
Yawen's behavior was confusing to Carl.
Didn't he just save her once? Is it really necessary for her to be so grateful to herself and so nice to him?
He seemed to have saved a lot of people when he was on a hunting mission before, including beautiful girls, but none of them seemed to behave like Yawen.
Yawen's performance is indeed a bit difficult to discuss for Carl.
Of course, Yawen didn't know what Carl was thinking. She thought that Carl had indeed been wandering all these years, lonely and helpless, carrying out justice everywhere.
Thinking that even if Carl was injured, he could only lick himself secretly, but ripples rose in his heart. After thinking about it, he suddenly said:
"Carl, I want to go to Lonely Mountain with you, what do you think?"
She wanted to act with Carl.
"You?" Carl was stunned, but shook his head directly, "Yawen, stop joking, okay, our opponent this time is not a weak one, do you want to go to death?"
"Don't underestimate me!" Yawen cried out in dissatisfaction, "Isn't it the Demon Dragon Smaug, even if it is very powerful, but I am not that easy to mess with.
"Besides, you and those dwarves can go, why can't I?" Yawen looked at Carl seriously and said.