The Noldor never give up!

I found that the most serious problem I had when I came to the Seventh Era was not the language barrier, but...the jet lag problem.

As we all know, one year in the Double Sacred Tree Era is equal to one hundred and forty-four years in the Solar Era, and there is no interweaving of day and night. In other words, the elves feel the passage of time is quite slow - I mean, the Seventh Era Isn’t the sun rising and setting too fast? ? The sun was setting before I even did anything!

I was used to the slow life in Valinor, but now my life has sped up one hundred and forty-four times, would anyone be uncomfortable, right?

I originally wanted to enjoy the different sunlight in Valinor, so I sat on the observatory and was in a daze for a while, and then night fell.

My memory has the appearance of the sun and the moon, but I have never seen it with my own eyes, nor have I seen such darkness. At a glance, Varda's creations are scattered in the sky in fine pieces, and the velvet curtain stretches to a place that is invisible even now. .

"Miku, the sorting ceremony is about to begin." Maglor came to my side, "Miccano has already gone."

I want to study English and magic (elves can of course use magic). According to my age, I should be placed in the second grade. I will be able to start school after being divided into different houses - of course, my class schedule is different from others. Likewise, I spent most of my time learning English with Maglor.

But I actually know English. It’s in my memories of the eighteen years that were added to me when I was born. However, those eighteen years were solar years, and they were mixed with my other thirty-five years of life, causing me to forget them long ago. , but now it’s very fast to pick it up.

In fact, I am quite new, there is no such thing as a school in Valinor.

"Do you live your life in such a hurry?" I walked in no hurry, my legs swayed on the high platform, feeling the evening breeze, "The sun rises and sets quickly, one day passes, reincarnations occur three hundred and sixty-five times, and one year after another In the past... it was as if something was chasing you, why did you live as if time was not waiting for you?"

"Because the secondborn are mortal," Maglor said, "they can only live for a limited time."

"What about you?" I raised my head and asked. He was already taller than my second brother. "You are an immortal elf. You are immortal."

Maglor looked at me. His face was still young, but his eyes were so old.

"Ah. Eternal life is different from immortality." He sighed softly, "Eternal life means that everyone else will die. If you live long enough, Miku, it means that you will be alone... Sometimes, I would think that the lifespan of elves is too long, and immortality is a curse.

I learned long ago that death is a gift. "

I shuddered.

It’s not that I don’t understand death, after all, I have killed the Wolf King myself, but when I heard Maglor say this, my heart twitched slightly.

"It must be painful to live longer than the one you love." I knew he was the last elf here. "How are you going to endure it?"

"Someone taught me to look forward." He smiled, "Let's go, Meccano is waiting for you."

I followed him, but belatedly realized that he didn't answer my question.

The ears of the elves are too conspicuous, and Mecano and I also glow because we have been illuminated by the light of the twin sacred trees. These qualities cannot be concealed at all - so we might as well stop covering them up and declare to the outside world that we are from Verin. The spirit of Nuo.

Ah, as for why the elves can come back and are not affected by the decline, how do I know that although there is indeed a dark atmosphere here, I will not feel eroded... Is it because I am an elf from another world?

"Mikulaka Fenway!"

Because all the second-born children have surnames, Maglor also gave us a surname, but why is it Finwe? Can't Fiannaro do it?

Sorry, Grandpa, I don't dislike your name. I feel weird when I think of Maomao in my own name. (The prefix finwe means hair)

The Sorting Hat shouted "Gryffindor!" as soon as it touched my hair. I looked around and walked towards the golden and red table that shouted "We have an elf!"

Very nice, golden red, very Fenorian, I'm very satisfied.

"Maccano Fenway!"

I felt it, and the Sorting Hat debated whether he should go to Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, and finally decided on Ravenclaw.

I’m not surprised if he goes to any college. It’s better to say I’m not surprised whichever college he goes to.

Everyone was happy, but I noticed there was a table of green, uh, was that St... Ly... Slytherin? Is that the name? They seemed to be in a dead silence and were out of tune with the three tables around them.

I grabbed a girl and asked, "What's going on with that table over there?"

The Gryffindor students were very enthusiastic (probably because they had never seen an elf before), and they immediately started chatting with each other.

"Did you see their faces? Ha! How funny!"

"How noble is a pure-blooded person? Can he be nobler than an elf? We have elves!"

"Ignore them, they are just jealous. They swore before that they would definitely go to Slytherin with their elf blood!"

"In the end, neither of the elves went, which made me laugh to death."

I get it, you just hate Slytherin.

Just like Dad looks at Fingolfin! I understand! It turns out that second-born children also hate each other among the same race.

From this point of view, there is no difference between secondborn children and elves.

I thought with a smile.

(McCanaugh’s perspective)

I was sorted into Ravenclaw. Compared to Gryffindor, Ravenclaw is indeed a little more reserved, but they still looked at me with surprise. I don’t hate their eyes, their eyes. It's not too much, probably because Maglor is also an elf (albeit a ghost).

Maglor also appeared at the sorting ceremony. His eyes stayed on Miku. Did Miku's appearance remind him of Maedhros?

While I was talking to others, I was silently observing...huh? Other ghosts?

This is very interesting, because no one knows where the Second Born Son will go after death, but there is no doubt that the soul of the Second Born Son will not stay in Middle-earth, and the ghost in front of him is full of a strong magical atmosphere and was forcibly left behind by magic. Soul?

I didn't let anyone see my interest in ghosts. Rather than having others tell me the truth, I preferred to find out the truth myself. Well, luckily Hogwarts has a library.

Moreover, magic has been passed down for seven eras, and it has been streamlined from generation to generation. It will definitely be more usable than in the first era, right?

I didn't know it at this time, but magic is not a tool that humans are proud of.

Technology is.