The Lord of the Rings The Hobbit: The First Dance

Misty mountains covered with snow all year round.

Svanyir and Gray Falcon Wendy were blown over the top of the mountain by the howling mountain wind, and then almost rolled down the mountain all the way.Thanks to Wendy's pair of flexible and strong wings, and thanks to Svanil's rich field experience, he finally found the direction of the wind after being buried in the snow three times... Patting his hands and feet that were red from the cold, Svanil endured I can't help thinking, rolling up the mountain on the first day and rolling down the mountain on the second day-there is nothing more exciting than this!Absolutely not! !

Then there is non-stop flying day and night.Wendy was hungry, and Svanil handed him the prepared lamb, and ate it as he flew.Sifanyier herself tried not to eat as much as she could, she didn't want to waste time landing to go to the bathroom... Yes, the time is so urgent!

On the evening of the fourth day, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and when he turned around the southern end of the mountain range, Svanil, whose eyes were red from suffering, finally saw the pointed tents stretching for kilometers under the sky, shining and jumping in the sunshine that was not too warm in winter. There was moving light, and among the tents, soldiers in armor could be seen walking back and forth.

"We're here, Wendy, we're here!" Sivanyil patted Da Falcon's gray head.

"Aw—" hoarsely called out, tilting its wings and starting to descend.

The green tent was just ahead, and Wendy's flight had dropped to about the height of a three-story building.The black hooked beak raised its head and screamed, and Svanil jumped off the gray falcon, rolling forward a few times and stopping.The big gray falcon rushed forward a hundred meters and rolled to the ground with a groan, its feathers messy and its breath dying.

Svanil hurried over to check, it was okay, but he was too tired.

"A beautiful elf who came from thousands of miles away, although it is ambiguous to say so, I still want to say - you are welcome!"

Svanil heard a calm and benevolent voice behind him, turned around, and met a pair of wise eyes.The person who came was holding a wooden cane, wearing a peaked hat, and wearing a gray robe.Svanil immediately understood——

"Gandalf, the gray robe wizard Gandalf." Gandalf leaned slightly to greet Svanil.

When I was walking in Central Continent, I often heard the stories of the gray-robed wizard. Although Sifanyier was tired at this time, he felt a shock when he saw it: "Long time! I am in the big green forest, Sifanyier Kefeier!"

Hurrying footsteps came from the camp of the Great Green Forest. The unusual way of Svanil's arrival had already caused a sensation. The tall elves stepped aside one after another——at the other end of the road, Orofel, the king of the Great Green Forest, came solemnly. He was dressed in black and silver armor, and his white hair reflected the last ray of sunlight in the dusk.

"Your Majesty!" Svanil saluted.

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Coming out of the king's tent was only 10 minutes later.It's hard to imagine that there are only three Asilas plants in the entire army - two of them were brought by her!

The night slowly fell, and there was smoke rising from the green pointed tents, and the air was filled with the smell of food, blood and cold wind.Svanil stood in front of the king's tent, watching everything with confused eyes. This was her first time on the battlefield.

"Miss Svanil...Miss Svanil."

Svanil recovered and found that Gandalf was still here, "Sir."

"Just call me Gandalf." The grey-robed wizard who looked like a human elder smiled benevolently.

"Well, Gandalf."

Svanil and Gandalf walked side by side through the camps of the Great Greenwood.

After a while, "Thranduil, um, I mean His Royal Highness, is his injury... serious?" The star gem necklace of Er's bodyguard is broken!That was the last protection given to him by Thranduil's mother, who collected all her life's mana before Xidu!

The gray-robed old man paused before answering, "I can only say that I'm not optimistic."

"One Asilas grass a day, we only have three left now, what if we don't find a way to detoxify after using it up?!"

"His Royal Highness Thranduil was injured by the hellfire of the Witch King of Angmar. To completely cure it, only the divine power that can match it can do it." Gandalf stopped, and they had already walked to a tent.His wise blue eyes turned to Svanil, and finally he said, "But I think we still have hope!"

In the quiet tent, there is an elf lying on the deep bed. His long pale golden hair is draped on the white sheet, and one strand hangs down to the ground. His handsome pale face is illuminated by candlelight. His eyes are closed tightly. Maybe it is because of pain, even if it is He frowned slightly when he fell asleep.A thick wool blanket densely covered his body.

In all the memories of Svanil, Thranduil is flamboyant and proud. Even if Dovining drank too much, he still has a domineering look of "what can you do to me".Never has it been like this.Svanil sat on the edge of the bed and stroked the woolen blanket softly.She remembered what he said to her when he set out three years ago. He rubbed her into his arms and said, "When I come back, I will dedicate the victory to you."

It took Sifanyier a long time to understand that the years of life and death were such a solemn confession.

-----------I am the solemn dividing line-----------

Coming out of Thranduil's tent, the night was pitch black, neither the moon nor the stars could be seen.The night watchman heard footsteps, looked in her direction, saw that it was one of his own, nodded and turned back.Listen carefully, there is the crackling of torches burning.The whole camp seemed quiet.

She walked to her tent, and...

He has long black hair that hangs down to his calves; there are no stars in the sky, but his black eyes are full of starlight; he is dressed in a gray-blue robe, the hem of which is slightly lifted in the night wind; the surrounding fields are quiet, and he stands there quietly, slightly raised A smile is a peerless scenery, "El." Elrond.

For some reason, Sifanyier recalled the scene when she first met him, that day on the cliff, he was also dressed in the same robe and with such a smile.The El she knew seemed to be this gentle and unparalleled appearance from the very beginning.Hey, a long sigh in my heart!How many times has she immersed herself in the memories of the past today?The head is like a broken clockwork after a collapse, and it will never return to its normal state.

"Sifan", Elrond came over with a warm tone.

Elrond looked carefully at the female elf opposite, "Let's go together!" Svanil nodded.The two elves walked towards the hillside behind the camp.

"Why did you come here this time?" Elrond asked.

"In case of an emergency, I can fly over the entire big green forest."

"Go back after completing the mission. This is a battlefield, not a place for you to stay."

"Ah."

The two elves went to the hillside, found a piece of grass and sat down side by side, silent for a moment.Elrond saw the female elf next to her curl up and back, holding her arms together; her long golden hair fluttered silently behind her.He knew that she only looked like this when she was lonely.He took off his robe and put it on the shoulders of the female elf beside him, "It's cool at night."

The sky was covered with layers of thick black clouds, turbulent and turbulent, and there were no stars and no moon.The grass and trees on the slopes in front of you are sparse, and there are bare yellow rocks in some places.At the foot of the mountain, there is a group of tents stretching from south to north, in which the Numenoreans, Lorraine elves, Lindon elves, Imlatri elves and the northernmost Great Greenwood elves lived in sequence.Looking from a distance, there is a line of gray and black, and the mountain wind blows, bringing a disgusting half-orc smell.

"Do you know?" After a while, Svanil looked at an unknown place in front of him, and said slowly, "I met Thranduil when I was 550 years old. Sitting on a white horse, holding a bow and shooting arrows, his blond hair flew up, as if even the sunshine of that day was willing to stay on him for a while. At that time, I thought, that’s great! I can’t say what’s good, but I just think, good!

I envy Louisa, she has Nana, and Nana often takes her to the palace, so she has known Thranduil since she was a child.I only have ada, but ada won't take me to the palace unless it's a formal event.And I can't approach him blatantly, I have status, I must be reserved.So, I can only look forward to the midsummer every year, hope that I can get acquainted with him, and hope that I can see him more often.

I saved him from an accident in the woods, and you know what, it was his coming-of-age birthday, and I thought he was going to ask me to my first dance!But he didn't.I consoled myself that there will be opportunities in the future, and there will be opportunities in the future.Then, we really had a lot of opportunities to get along, he likes to steal wine, I take care of the wine.That was probably the best time of my adult life!I even thought, if it could go on like this...but..." Svanyir's voice was choked up, and his eyes looked into the distance.

"You left." Elrond looked at Sifan, his tone calm.

"Yes, I left the Great Green Forest. On the surface, I told others that I was going out to broaden my horizons, but in fact it was Thranduil... a misunderstanding." With his hands on his forehead, Svanil looked into the distance.She sometimes thinks that she has already forgotten that misunderstanding and the past. The reason for leaving that year may have worn away its brilliance during a hundred years of travel, and it has become an inconspicuous stone discarded in the corner of her heart.Unexpectedly, she still remembered.The dust-laden memory was opened without warning, the happy memory was still there, the wound was still bloody, all kinds of feelings from the thousand-year memories flooded my heart, and tears filled my eyes instantly.

Elrond said nothing, and the night wind blew his soft long hair.

Finally, Elrond sent Svanil back to the tent, and said only one sentence before leaving: "Trust me, Thranduil will be fine!"

Svanil did not answer, and Gandalf said the same. Although she was willing to believe them, the reality was not optimistic.She sniffled and nodded.

The curtain of the tent was lowered, and in the little green tent there was a bed, a chair, and nothing else.Svanil took off her robe, only to find that it belonged to Elrond. It is too late now, she will return it tomorrow.Nested in the blanket, the sheets under the body carried the unique coolness of the night.

Thranduil, I used to love you so much.

The author has something to say: Notes:

About Gandalf.In the elves, it is customary to call Gandalf "Mislandi", but I think readers are more familiar with the name "Gandalf", so "Gandalf" is used here.