The Lord of the Rings The Hobbit: The First Dance

Second Age 1583, June 6st.

A clean courtyard, near a white vaulted pavilion supported by thick columns.Outside the pavilion is a whole piece of grass growing with green and tender grass. On the edge of the grassland grows old and strong tall camphor trees, and the wind blows to make a rustling sound.

At this time, a young man in green clothes stood on the side of the grass, holding a half-human-high bow and arrow, stretching his arms, aiming - with a whoosh, an arrowhead was nailed to the opposite side 50 meters away, right in the middle of the red heart.

"Sills, are you sure about tomorrow's arrow competition?" A clear voice came from behind the young man.The owner of the voice is a young girl sitting in a white pavilion, wearing a purple long skirt with a white lining and outer covering, her blond hair is wrapped around, revealing her graceful neck.The girl looks slightly older than the boy. From a human point of view, the boy is about 15 or 16 years old, and the girl is 17 or 18 years old. But in fact, one of them is 900 years old and the other is 950 years old. They are almost adults. Elf.

"I must beat Gail this time, for sure!" The boy didn't look back at his sister, but took out another arrow from the quiver next to him, set it up and aimed it skillfully.

"Hmm..." The girl replied vaguely, and looked towards the forest not far away with her right hand on her chin.The sun is shining, the green leaves on the trees are shining with golden light, and the birds are chirping on the branches.Whoosh—ding, maybe her younger brother hit the red heart again.Once a year, this time, you can see him again...

The girl thought so.

The first time Prince Thranduil saw the Great Green Forest was many years ago, how many years, um... 400 years ago.According to elf tradition, elves who reach the age of 400 will start formal education, such as martial arts, magic, history, geography, smelting, poetry, sewing... Male elves and female elves are taught separately. [-] years ago, her younger brother Five hundred years old, just the age to go to school, that year she took the opportunity to support her younger brother in the bow and arrow competition and met the only noble prince in the Great Green Forest——Thrandil.

That day, together with Louisa and Joyce, she entered the boy's martial arts field with curiosity and a little excitement: all kinds of weapons were neatly lined up on the west side, and in the middle was a large field with a blue-yellow ground. , only the sparse tenacious grass can survive under the feet of this group of passionate young lads.One side of the field is loaded with targets, and the archery competition begins with the smallest elves.

At that time, her younger brother was just over 500 years old, with blond hair braided from both sides, wearing a green suit, brown trousers, and black boots, with a very serious expression on his round and fleshy face, as the breeze blows, Like a tender young poplar.

"Svanil, is that your brother?" Luisa, who was always at odds with her, asked.

She nodded.

"That's my brother!" Luisa's voice was full of pride, pointing to another red-haired elf of the same age not far away.Svanil squinted his eyes and looked at it, and thought that the Rhett family was really easy to recognize. Both brothers and sisters had the iconic fiery red hair, which was very eye-catching even among the Silvan elves.

Before Svanil could answer, Louisa Reed next to him continued, "My brother is very good at archery. He will definitely win today!"

This time, Svanil turned his eyes back from the field, looked at Louisa's invincible expression, and was still thinking about how to fight back—a short whistle signaled the start of the game.Svanil could only pouted and turned his head back to watch the game unwillingly.

The population of elves is Xiwei, and only the eldest son of the Rhett family, Gail, is the same age as his younger brother Hills.So this game is actually a competition between the two of them.There are three arrows in the game.The final result: Hills has two 9 rings and one 7 ring, Gayle has a 9 ring and two 10 rings.Gal wins.

Seeing his younger brother biting his lip and clenching his fists to return to the team, Svanil's mood became not so good.Luisa next to her kept praising her brother like a noisy crow.Svanil was too lazy to answer with a dark face, and became absent-minded about the next game until——

"Look, Your Royal Highness!" Joyce, who was sitting on the right of Sifanyir, patted Sifanyir.Joyce, a demure Silvan elf, more than fifty years older than Svenyl, came to see her brother's archery competitions every year.

"Hmph, I've met His Royal Highness a long time ago, my mother took me there!" Louisa said triumphantly.

Sifanyier snorted in his heart, knowing that the Rhett family was the Grand Duke, and one of the most important ministers of the Great Greenwood King.But which is worse to be able to play or watch the game here today?She herself is one of the few noble descendants of Sindar in the Great Green Forest, and her wavy blonde hair is the best proof!

Svanil ignored Louisa, she followed Joyce's gaze: a figure on horseback rode slowly from the other side of the forest and stopped in front of the target.His long pale golden hair was braided from both sides and draped in one strand. He was wearing a green suit like everyone else. He was sitting on a white horse with an extremely stable figure. His left hand holding the rein was raised slightly, so the horse couldn't help scratching He scratched his front hooves, and took the longbow from his back with the other hand, followed by a soft snort, and the horse started to gallop.At the same time, the target on the opposite side also moved irregularly!

The older the elves were, the greater the challenge they accepted. Although they could only see the back of the prince, Svanil couldn't help but frown.

I saw His Royal Highness galloping his horse swiftly, looking for opportunities on the grass nimbly.

"What is he going to do..." Before Svanil's question came out, Thranduil held the bow in his left hand, and quickly picked out three arrows from the quiver with his right hand, set the bow, took aim, and released the arrows !

With a short and muffled bang, three arrows landed on the three opposite targets at the same time, and the white arrow feathers on the tail were still trembling slightly!

Everything happened so fast that the game was over before Svanil, who was a spectator, could react.

"10 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings." The personnel reported the number of rings.

The male elf's team was the first to erupt into high-pitched cheers!Thranduil raised his hand to turn the horse's head and walked towards the team.It was the moment when he turned around that Sifanyi really saw the appearance of their big green forest prince - that face was so handsome against the background of light golden long hair, it must be the one who put the most effort into Iluvita's carving knife work!But this face is full of spirit, and the smile is as clear as a flat lake, so that the sun of that day seems to like to stay on him for a while longer.

Sivanil stared blankly until Thranduil walked back to the team...

This memory is like a silhouette, on a sunny day, in a lively forest, in a simple and quiet study room, in an unnoticed corner... it always pops up and plays in my mind over and over again.

She also looked forward to her brother's archery competition year after year.

The next day, Midsummer's Day.

On the day when Hills Cofell will be 400 years old, the annual archery competition is ushered in again.He's tied with Gail Reed for the past 150 years and is currently 150:[-], so this year's race is critical - it's he who leads or Gail that guy leads!

Seeing his younger brother's serious appearance, Sifanyier couldn't help but smile.Before the game started, my younger brother walked up to me as usual, and bowed slightly with my right hand flat on my heart: "Dear sister, my bow and arrow are fighting for you, and I would like to present my victory as the best gift to you! "

Sifanyier stepped forward, smiled and kissed his brother's forehead lightly: "Go!"

I don't know when, my younger brother started to learn this trick from the older elves in the team.It seems to be the mission of every soldier to express your feelings before going to war. You can tell your mother, your sister, or your lover. Of course, if you don’t say anything, no one will deprive you of the right to go to the battlefield.Many male elves in the team went directly without saying anything before the game, such as Thranduil in Svanil's heart.

Svanil's eyes looked at the crowd, and his long pale golden hair was still dazzling even if he was standing there. It has been 400 years, and the camphor leaves at home have grown and fallen four hundred times, and half of the bookshelves in her father's study have been read. She can already name all the plants in the green forest and mend her own clothes... But why, when she looked at her When I look at him, I always feel that 400 years have flowed away in just a flick of a finger?

Where no one could see, Svanil sighed softly.

In the archery competition that day, Hills got his wish and won.