The Noldor never give up!

As a Noldor Elf, it is very appropriate to use the branches of the Double Sacred Tree for the wand wood, but I overlooked one point - tens of thousands of years have passed since the Double Tree Era, and the craftsmanship of the elves has long been lost, and the skills of humans... human skills Unable to control the twin sacred trees.

Not to mention forging, we couldn't even find the material for the core of the staff that was worthy of the Twin Holy Trees.

The Age of Gods has fallen.

"So." Maglor sighed, "I have to take you to Ollivander's Wand Shop to choose a wand."

"Ask a question." I raised my hand, "Why do I need a wand? Can't I just use wandless magic? Or learn runes or something like that?"

Maglor showed a subtle expression: "The wand is used by beginners to assist in controlling magic output. It functions like the training wheels of a bicycle, because wandless magic requires very accurate control. In your words... forget it, maybe Meccano can still try.

As for runes, the Hogwarts specialty is not here. If you want to learn this, you have to go to a magic school in Northern Europe - the key is, can you speak the language there? "

"Oh." I put down my hand angrily, "I think it's silly to swing it around with a stick...and a stick can be knocked off easily, right?"

"Well." Maglor said perfunctorily, "Then come on and take off the training wheels of the bicycle as soon as possible. I hope this time will not exceed an era."

McCano couldn't help but smile.

Tsk, laugh out loud.

I rolled my eyes. Maglor held an elf in his hand and apparated directly to Ollivander's Wand Shop. Someone may have informed the store manager, so he was not frightened.

I looked at the endless wand boxes and my face gradually became serious.

——You don’t want me to try one by one, right?

Fortunately, the shopkeeper's actions dispelled my worries. He observed both of us carefully, then asked a few questions, thought for a while, turned around and took out a bunch of wands.

...It's better than trying aimlessly.

After experiencing bolts from the blue, localized rainfall, sudden earthquakes and other phenomena, Meccano and I finally found a more suitable wand - it would be too difficult for the maker to have a special wand for secondborn children that is completely suitable for elves.

My wand is made of rowanwood with a phoenix feather core, while Meccano is elderwood with a unicorn hair core.

The shop owner said that rowan wood is suitable for people with clear minds and pure hearts, while elder wands can only be controlled by extraordinary wizards.

Meccano and Maglor looked complicated, and I fell silent.

I think I am still self-aware, my mind is clear, and my soul is pure... Well, even though I am an elf, I still admit that I have nothing to do with the words "pure soul".

Saying that my heart is pure is no different from saying that Fëanor is a kind person.

This could be included in the list of Tellerian hell jokes.

"Ah, there is one more thing." The shopkeeper said with a smile, "About the elder wand, I found an example in my career——

The holder of a rowan wand has a strong attraction to the holder of an elder wand, without exception. "

At that moment, Maglor looked at Meccano with sharp eyes.

Facing Maglor's intense gaze, Mecano felt the suffocating feeling again that Curufin had mistakenly thought I liked him.

I said calmly: "This is similar to Fundecano's feelings for Maitimo. When it comes to a clear mind and a pure heart, who can compare to Findecano? When it comes to extraordinary people, can Maitimo no?"

Maglor hesitated for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't refute.

(McCanaugh’s perspective)

I breathed a sigh of relief when I finally had my wand.

Although I have accumulated a lot of theoretical knowledge, theory is still theory after all, and I will never be able to adapt if I don’t practice it myself.

Interestingly, what we call magic is what the Second Generation calls mana - the magic that pervades this planet.

The magic power (mana) used by our first-born son, Maia, and Vera all comes from the vitality of nature, which is the so-called Great Source Magic.

Secondborn children are different. No matter which sect or sect of magic (the two are the same, just have different definitions, but the magic on the magician's side is not the same thing as the so-called magic here at Hogwarts), the secondborn son uses The source of their magic power (od) comes from themselves, converted from vitality, which is small source magic. However, their own magic power storage has a limit, so they often face situations where they are unable to cast spells because of insufficient magic power.

As for the elves - elves, Maia, and Vera, they extract the mana from nature as easily as breathing. Naturally, I am the same, but this also makes it more difficult for me to control the magic output.

It should be obvious at a glance whether it is more difficult to pour a trickle from a bowl or to pour a trickle from the sea, right?

Although it is difficult, it is not that difficult. However, compared to the Divine Double Tree Years, there are far fewer manas in nature, so the difficulty of getting started has been reduced a lot, and I have been able to do it in these thirty-five Double Tree Years. It's not in vain. If I can't even do such a basic spellcasting, I, the most knowledgeable son of Fingolfin, can commit suicide in shame.

...Fingolfin.

I was in a daze.

My father, the elf who single-handedly challenged Morgoth and scarred him forever.

Although we were separated for only a year, I already missed him so much. After seeing his fall and learning about his future, I hated my wasted thirty-five years of studying only.

…Thirty-five Double Tree Years.

Thirty-five Double Tree Years, that is, 5,040 solar years - for the second-born sons, five thousand years is enough for them to conquer the earth from nothing, while for the first-born sons, five thousand years is even enough for them to conquer the earth. Not enough to make an elf come of age.

For five thousand years, Tirian was still the same Tirian, Valinor was still the same Valinor, and the blood and tears of the second-born children had covered the entire earth.

And the friendship and love between the elf and the secondborn almost ended in tragedy - will the candle pity the moth?

This is also the reason why I hardly communicated with my second-born children at Hogwarts, because I saw the ending clearly too early - it was very painful to live longer than them and watch them return to dust.

Thinking of this, my heart ached slightly.

Maglor, Maca Laurie, how did you survive these tens of millions of years? Doesn't it break your heart after all this time, all you've been through, so much lost, so much pain?

The last of the elves - constantly accepting farewell. You said that you have learned to look forward. How do you want to look forward? Aren’t you tired of watching everything around you turn to dust?

Macalauri is Miku's second brother - in my heart, he is also completely my brother. How do you want me not to suffer?

I recalled the triumphant look when Miku dragged the wolf corpse, and Fëanor stroked the hideous wound on her forehead that was so deep that the bone was visible. His expression——

Is that also painful?