HP - the time the ring is still

What Lester wanted to ask was whether they had done what she said.

Ella Smith asked, "Did you go see them?"

Kleist shook his head, "I want to go." But dare not, Kleist once explained in the letter that if she still hasn't come back after three years, she will go to her parents, erase their memories, and make them forget Own.

"I'm sorry, we didn't do what you said." Ella Smith smiled when she saw Kleist's joyful look: "We really wanted to do what you said, but we haven't got the courage to do it. When we saw Uncle Hans and the others, they came to us first. Perhaps it was the intuition of your parents. They might guess that something happened to you. After we discussed it, we showed them your letter and let them make their own choices. Uncle Hans, they refused, just like us, they are willing to wait." Seemingly aware of Kleist's sadness, Ella Smith comforted: "We visit them every year, they are all in good health, you Don't worry too much, when the work is over, spend time with them."

"I know." Kleist closed his eyes, his brows and eyes were filled with tenderness, and the dim light softened her whole being looking for you. The world has never failed her, and gave her the best parents and companions.In order to ease his emotions, Kleist asked: "Then what happened to Sif?"

"He and Ranrisa..."

"What are you talking about?" Lily Evans' voice suddenly appeared, interrupting their conversation.

"Nothing? Where's Peter?" Kleist got up and asked. She turned her head slightly, saw Lily Evans and Peter Peruni behind James Potter, and said with a smile, "Welcome back, Peter!"

"Me too, nice to see you again, Kleist!" Peter Peruni stepped forward with a smile, spread his arms and hugged Kleist, "Are they all okay?"

"of course."

"Now that we're all here, we can have dinner!" Ranrisa Bulstrode greeted with a smile.

"Let's eat first, I heard that two old guys will come later." Kleist sat on his seat and said with a smile.

"Yes! I can't wait, and Mrs. Susil, you have to pay attention to her enthusiasm and emotionality."

"Understood," Kleist raised his glass, "To everyone, thank you for your perseverance! Cheers to our better future!"

Frank Barton said with a smile: "I respect my little Highness for returning home safely!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

"We can..."

"Oh! I didn't sleep last night. I'm almost sleepy. You can sleep with me for a while!" In the underground palace of Mirkwood, Thranduil, who was discussing the war with Celeborn, was suddenly killed by someone. Hugging him from behind, after hearing Kleist's complaint, Thranduil smiled apologetically at the shocked Celeborn, "Please wait a moment!" Turning around, he hugged Klein. Stuart sent her back to her room to rest.

"She's back?" Celeborn asked a woodland soldier.

"Ah! You said our queen, she just came back a few days ago." Luda replied with a smile.

"That would be great!" Celeborn, who had calmed down, began to think about which tactic to use if all the wizards were there.

"Why are you so sleepy?" Thranduil asked amusedly on the way back to the room with Kleist in his arms.

"Hey! My two nagging consultants and your hesitant uncle have been arguing in my ears all night." Kleist frowned and didn't want to say any more. He saw his bed , Without even saying hello, he immediately climbed up and fell asleep with the quilt covering his head.

Thranduil helplessly stroked Kleist's hair, closed the door and continued with his work.

"She's back, so we can't change our tactics. After all, the only dragon in Middle-earth is with us now," Celeborn said to Thranduil, who was sitting on his seat opposite him. That?" The wizards defended.They are responsible for the main attack.

"Yes, we may need to make more adjustments, but for the time being, let's do it this way! Specifically, I'll reply to you after she has rested, how about it?"

"Yes, it must be done as soon as possible."

Thranduil nodded, now that time is running out, he certainly knows what to do.

When Kleist washed up and walked to the dining room with his half-dried hair loose, Thranduil was already sitting there. "Hurry up and come over for dinner! You came in time."

Kleist kissed her husband's forehead and said with a smile, "The only food and beauties in this world can't be let down."

"Nonsense!" Thranduil squinted, but it was still very useful.

"I seem to have seen Lord Celeborn before, what about others?" Kleist asked while cutting himself meat.

"Going back, he still has a lot of work there, let's briefly discuss about the next joint defense against the enemy." Thranduil told Kleist concisely, for such details , Kleist has always been too lazy to bother.

Kleist really nodded to express his understanding, then lowered his head and started eating. "I'll go back later. Maybe your uncles will come soon. I'll take them to the woods in front of the hall. Do you have time to receive them?"

"Of course, this matter is very important. But are they sure?" I heard Kleist say that they had been arguing all night before.

Kleist raised his eyebrows, "Forget it, the father and son quarreled last night."

"Why?" Thranduil was also very surprised. Generally speaking, the father-son relationship among elves is the most stable. They all like family life, and major conflicts between father and son rarely break out.

"Remember what I told you about Harlenwirt? I just noticed yesterday that he's really a grown-up, and he's fighting with his father Eli, and they're gone, those wood elves who have been ruled by them for thousands of years What to do, you know that wood elves and elves are two completely different races, not to mention different life spans, there is even reproductive isolation between them. I know that a large part of Mantis's hesitation is because of those green elves .”

Thranduil: "Then how did you solve it in the end?"

"I said to Hallenwirt, "You go back with your parents first. If your sense of responsibility can suppress your nature, then I will bring you back. As long as you have me, you can choose to leave at any time." "They agreed, and I'll bring them back later."

"Wait," Thranduil was a little surprised, "Can you still take the elves back?"

"Of course," Kleist suddenly smiled brightly, "So, dear, are you ready to meet my parents?"

Thranduil's expression at that moment was beyond words. Who would have thought that after thousands of years of marriage, the children would still be visiting their mother-in-law, "Of course I can," and then changed the subject, "But can I can't leave Legolas together!" He really didn't want to show his nervous look to the child, otherwise there would be no majesty.

"Haha," Kleist laughed unkindly, even though Thranduil's eyes were about to pop out, he didn't stop her, "Honey, I think it's better to take Legolas with you. Know that as a grandchild, he is definitely more popular than you, and it can also distract them, after all, they will not embarrass you for the sake of their children. You are an old bastard who snatched their precious daughter!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Thranduil protested.

"I don't think this is difficult for you, right? You are a great king who has experienced great storms and participated in many wars. This small matter is not difficult for you, is it?" Kleist smiled and winked.

Thranduil replied blankly: "I hope!" Suddenly his heart became very heavy.He has long been familiar with fighting, but it is the first time to meet his mother-in-law, and it feels much more difficult than fighting.

"Hey!" Kleist kissed Thranduil, "I've finished eating, it's time to go, don't forget about business later."

"Understood!" Thranduil angrily took out a napkin and wiped his cheeks, and the stinky girl didn't even know to wipe her mouth after eating.

Kleist appeared in the mountain kingdom as promised. At this time, Mantis and his people have already discussed. As the elves of Middle-earth, they are of course willing to leave, even if they go back to face the war-torn homeland. Wasted here.The only thing I can't let go of is the green elves here. Although they are not of the same race, they have lived together for so many years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are relatives.But fortunately, Kleist has made a promise that if she wants to come back, she can also help.

For Kleist, how to bring these huge elves back to Middle Earth is the key to the problem.The number of wizards is twelve but they don’t know how many elves are. Kleist deliberately shortened the time for their decision because he was afraid of delaying too long. Come.

"Are you all ready? Lord Mantis!" Kleist greeted.

"Okay! How do you plan to start?" This is exactly where Mantis was puzzled.

"Well, let's divide everyone into several groups first. I don't know how many people I can take there at most. How about trying it first?" Kleist also wanted to seek the opinions of the elves. This kind of thing can't be done recklessly.

"Yes." Mantis nodded in agreement, and then arranged for his sons to lead some of them to stand separately. Kleist couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. The more people there are, the more strength they have, and the work is shared by others.After a while, Kleist saw that it was almost done, so she stood in the team of the Mantis couple first. In order to increase her strength, she decided to use the white staff. "Let's go!" After speaking, he tapped the ground with the white stick.