[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

After being awakened from a dream, the Elf King couldn't sleep again.

Thranduil got up and poured himself a glass of wine.

Before the liquid in the glass bottomed out, he decided to go to Imratri.

The Elven King has always acted vigorously and decisively, and Galian was worried by Thranduil's side.

By the stars, what happened to His Majesty Thranduil!Well go to what Rivendell?Should I also go to Minas Tirith to see His Royal Highness Legolas?

The Noldor of Imla Cui must be crazy busy at this time, how can they have time to entertain our elf king in the jungle?

"You stay and take care of the jungle things."

Gallian's eyes widened.

"My king, are you alone?" Do you want to bring some guards or something?

Thranduil stopped in his tracks and raised his eyebrows, staring sideways at Galian, until a lot of cold sweat "swiped" from the back of the hard-working jungle manager, before striding forward again.

"What do you think Imla Cui is, Galian?" The Elf King's tone was obviously displeased and inherently proud, "The tower of Barad-dur has fallen, how could I be killed by that Help the Noldor to be turned away as an enemy?"

——With your character...he is really worried!

Galian slandered in his heart, but King Thranduil is King Thranduil, no elf in the dense forest can refuse his decision, he is the immortal king of this forest kingdom!

However, not long after, when Galian hadn't been contacted by the king for a long time, he couldn't help but send a letter to Rivendell, but got a reply from the other party that "King Thranduil did not appear in Rivendell's domain". The Elf King, like the lord of Rivendell, disappeared without a trace.

So there is another group of worried elves!

--what on earth is it? !

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Go back in time a little.

Thranduil, who was traveling from the jungle to Imlatri, walked the narrow path of the Misty Mountains.

The Elf King could feel that the faint mist in the mountains was just a normal natural phenomenon. After the destruction of the Lord of the Rings and the death of Sauron, the power of darkness was not as good as before. Hidden in a deeper darkness.

Thranduil was a little careless, his crotch.Although the elf horse he got off was not as good as the big horned deer, it was also a rare spirit horse, and he would definitely be able to take him to Imla Cui safely.

The King of the Jungle reflects on his decision.

—He was thinking of Elrond.

There is no doubt that the disappearance of the elf lord has shaken his heart, even made him restless.

This made the Elf King very puzzled.

He never spoke to him, as far as he could remember, and even in the camp of Gil-galad, High King of the Noldor, he only had a glimpse of this famous half-elf of Middle-earth.

Thranduil couldn't even remember what Elrond looked like or even whether the herald of Lindon's army spoke or not—this was really strange considering the gift of memory of the Firstborn.

When he went to Rivendell, he didn't plan to help find Elrond for the time being, but wanted to ask Glorfindel, the Lord of the Golden Flower, if there was any relationship between it!

Thranduil still remembered that when the War of the Last Alliance was over and he led only one-third of the Sylvan army back to the Great Green Forest, Glorfindel looked towards Linton's camp with a hesitant expression on his face.

——At that time, he didn't care about it, but now, Thranduil vaguely felt that the expression of Lord Golden Flower at that time might have something to do with Elrond Lord Elrond.

The Elf King was thinking, when he suddenly felt a certain breath coming from the front.

That's a deer.

The Elf King loves deer, and his mount was a rare big-horned deer.

Yet Thranduil had never seen such a deer in Middle-earth.

The slender white long horns are carved like white star gemstones, exuding crystal light, the brilliance of several colors flowing on the snow-white fur, colorful and dreamlike beauty.

Its eyes were gray and starry, like a starry sky approaching dawn.

"...Elrond."

The Elf King didn't know why he spit out this name, but at this moment, he just wanted to call out this name.

And after he called out the name, a stream of air suddenly appeared around the beautiful creature glowing with nine colors, and the wind gathered around him, getting faster and faster, even distorting the surrounding scene, forming a magnificent passage.

The elven horse under Thranduil's seat became more and more restless, stomping its hooves back and forth, and even tried to overturn its owner, so that the elven king could only dismount and let the poor animal go.

"He disappeared like this too?" Thranduil felt a little stupid talking to a deer of unknown origin, but the other party was the only one who could give him an answer.

Immediately afterwards, behind the deer, he saw a figure in a black cloak walking into the depths of the passage made up of air currents with his back turned to him.

"Elrond!" Thranduil called out with a frown, completely unaware of the fact that he, who was not familiar with the elf lord, was wrong in ascertaining that the other party was that half-elf just by looking at his back.

He just took a few steps forward, trying to catch up with the half-elf in front of him, but the other party turned a deaf ear to his call.

Just then a white lion passed behind him and ran up to the Elven Lord.

Elrond smiled sideways at the lion, put his hand on its forehead, and stroked it gently twice. An elf and a lion walked side by side, farther and farther away.

Thranduil stood there stunned.

The elf lord's sideways smile was so familiar, it warmed his heart.

—How could he not have seen this?

——However, if he had seen...how could he forget such a smile?

Before he could think further, the magnificent passage swallowed him up, and the Elven-king of the forest disappeared into Middle-earth.

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Elrond looked at the lion before him in the darkness.

The message in his head told him that this was his spiritual guide, his half-body—but he keenly sensed that there was something else inside the lion, something that didn't belong to him, something important to him, and ...

something dangerous.

Something in his head was telling him not to get close.

--not the right time yet.

Elrond heard a voice say, a voice that was majestic, like the will of the Valar, and familiar and sincere, like his own whispering voice.

The long years have already told the elf lord that sometimes, for some things, perhaps it is best to let nature take its course.

So he just looked at the lion, his half, and took it back into the mental picture.

Elrond had decided to stay and take care of little Steve until the frail and unaccompanied child could grow up on his own.

At dawn the next day, Steve woke up from his dream and found that Mr. Elf had taken care of him all night.He looked at Elrond's elven robes that had been crumpled by himself, and stood up embarrassedly with his lips pursed, silent.

Elrond felt the unhealed sadness and the rising shyness and guilt in the child's heart, and smiled slightly.

"There is one thing I would like to ask the owner of this house, Mr. Steve Rogers." The elf said slowly, he straightened his back slightly, the elf's elegance made this small room seem even more bright.

"You see, because I accidentally wandered here from another world, I have nowhere to go for the time being. I wonder if you are willing to take me in?" Elrond took off his black cloak, and the elf's exquisite finery was completely covered. In the eyes of children.

—he must be an elf king.Steve thought blankly.

In a way, his guess wasn't entirely wrong.

"...I'll do what I can for... rent? I've heard humans say that, I guess it should be used here?"

——His voice is also very nice.

--etc?what did he say?rent?

"No, no, no, you don't need to pay that, rent, you can stay as long as you want—" Steve suddenly remembered that his mother was gone, and his blue eyes dimmed, "But I don't have many money, I can't live here either...they'll put me in an orphanage."

He glanced at the house left by his mother with nostalgia.

As a child, he couldn't live here alone, although he wanted to.

"I don't think they will," said Elrond to the boy, trying to lighten the grief, "I'm sorry I pretended to be your 'guardian,' but I don't think you really wished to go' Orphanage'."

Those humans who wanted to send their children to the "orphanage" had no sympathy or pity for Steve in their hearts. The feeling of indifference made the elf lord intuitively reject the choice given by the other party.

This child should not be sent away from his family casually, at least, he should ask the child's wishes before speaking.

"I don't want to go to an orphanage! I want to stay and live here!" Steve felt like a dream the night before, he lost his mother, and then a spirit comforted him and allowed him to go on living in a world full of people. In the house of memories!

"I can do some odd jobs, such as delivering newspapers..." The over-excited child suddenly burst into a loud cough.

Elrond bent down and patted the child on the back.

"I don't think it's the right decision to let a child earn money to support a family, whether in your world or mine?"

"But--"

"No but." The elf lord showed the child his strong side as the Lord of Imlatri, "Mr. Steve Rogers, as a child, you need to learn to accept the kindness of others-of course, the premise is that you are sure that the other party It's kind words."

——So the future Captain America, the first superhero in American history, was supervised by an elf when he was ten years old.

The blond-haired child watched in amazement after Elrond consulted his opinion, and spent an afternoon modifying his father's clothes to fit the elf's tall stature. Not only that, but the elf also spent an extra I made a few new clothes myself, which fit well and are comfortable to wear.

"It still seems a bit strange." Elrond stood in front of the mirror and said to himself after wearing the modified clothes. Steve looked at Elrond. It looks like a nobleman—the elf in front of him is just the other way around.

——A king is still a king even if he wears civilian clothes.

That's why it feels inconsistent.

Elrond shook his head at last.

"That's it." He looked at little Steve, "hair is precious to elves, it's better not to cut it - I think this kind of small abnormality can still be tolerated by this world."

——So the elf in front of me looked in the mirror for a long time and came to the conclusion that the hair is a bit strange?

Little Steve struggled to suppress his grin.

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Excerpts from Steve Rogers' diary:

I've been adopted by an elf who seems to be omnipotent! !

PS. In some places about himself, it seems a little dull.

On the side, he sketched a bust of the elf in a shirt standing in front of a mirror, highlighting the elf's puzzled expression, and drew a smiley face next to it.

The author has something to say:

Let me explain a little bit.

Sentinel guides have private settings. After reading this chapter, everyone should have some guesses. The spiritual guides of the lord (lion) and the king (deer) actually have part of their respective characteristics, so the identities of the two sentinel guides are more complicated.

Hmm... I don't want to spoil it, so please keep your questions and continue reading. You can leave a message to ask questions, and those who can answer will answer. [In fact, the author loves spoilers 23333] By the way, the setting of the deer is taken from "Nine-Colored Deer", but the animation is a female deer, and this one is a male deer, so ╮(╯_╰)╭========= =

A relative mentioned Yiru before. In fact, the author himself feels that it is difficult to surpass Yiru at present. One is that when writing Yiru, he happened to be in love with TE, and the other is background factors.

Because the lords and kings of Yiru are the lords and kings who shoulder the responsibilities and the common people, and in this article, Sauron and the Lord of the Rings are goodbye. As for the disasters in other worlds-the elves are still very clever in essence A race, so they won't be too involved.

This article is more relaxed in nature, and the two will not shoulder a lot of responsibility. The focus is on [Strange Daily] and [Dating Love], so it feels different from Yiru, because they don’t need to make such a big deal. What a difficult choice, and all the pain has passed.

It is said that the characters of Middle-earth World will come out to play soy sauce.

The only thing that is certain is that the king and lord I wrote is still the king and lord in my heart, and will not become a strange king and lord just because it is a light-hearted article (^o^)/~