Chapter 1897: The Hundred Years' War of the Evil Dragon (5)

—The Third Age, 2951, March 2 —
Aragorn, who is ready to travel, is walking in the woods of Rivendell. Before leaving, he plans to take a last look at the elven city where he has lived for eighteen years.
Rivendell, or the valley, its Elvish name is "Imladris", which means "Deep of Riften", and it is true.
The city is hidden in the largest mountain range in Middle-Earth, in the Misty Mountains (Misty Mountains) that stretches 800 kilometers from north to south. The gorgeous and exquisite pure white elven buildings are surrounded by dangerous valleys, forests, swamps and streams, hidden invisible. , Only a white gravel path covered by moss is accessible.
Although Rivendell does not restrict access, because of the wandering Orcs (Orcs) in the Misty Mountains, there are still many elf scouts around the city patrolling and questioning suspicious travelers.
Aragorn passed through the forest path composed of pine, birch, and oak trees and came to the edge of a waterfall formed by melting snow in the mountains. There was an open grassland. Many elves rested and sang here. When they saw Aragorn , All greeted him kindly.
However, Aragon’s destination is not here. He carefully walked across a very narrow birch bridge without guardrails and arrived at a small valley he called the "back garden".
This small valley is completely obscured by the surrounding tall trees, and the sun (Anor) and the moon (Ithil) are not visible, but in the middle of it is a large area of ​​marigolds and silver end flowers that can only bloom when illuminated by the sun and the moon. After Aragorn discovered this place when he was young, he tried to find out the reason why they could bloom. After repeated unsuccessful attempts, he simply regarded this place as his secret base.
If there is anything special about these flowers... They sing when they are happy.
"[Thereisaorconyourlawn,]"
"[Thereisaorconyourlawn.]"
As soon as he came to the entrance of the valley, Aragorn heard the fine singing of the flowers.
Although the singing is good, the lyrics...here is Rivendell's heart, how can there be orcs.
"[Thereisaorconyourlawn,]"
"[Wedon'twantorcsonthelawn.]"
After seeing these flowers and thinking about them, Aragorn came to the conclusion that they were transplanted by someone from somewhere outside where the orcs could be seen. These flowers were affected by Rivendell’s environment and became able to sing. But obviously they are not smart enough to repeat their experiences and thoughts before they were transplanted.
The adoptive father, Elrond, is quite busy. Obviously, he will not have this kind of leisure and elegance, and if the adoptive mother Kellebrian is free, she may be more willing to study poetry, painting and other arts. As for the two of Elladin and Elohir A twin who is keen to fight, they will only consider whether these flowers can be used as herbs.
In any case, I am leaving Rivendell today to build a reputation in the Wasteland. This mystery can only be solved later.
"[Mennooninieliadannenannin~]"
"[Honleithoo-ngurth~]"
Those flowers knew they were leaving, so did they change the lyrics?
But this kind of content can't be sung by small marigolds and silverendula.
Aragorn stepped into the small valley with a smile on his face, and then froze on the spot.
It was not the silly Jinhua and Yinhua who sang, but a beautiful girl.
The girl seemed to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was wearing a veil-like pure white dress, as if she was in the smoke and mist, her face was beautiful and vulgar, but her skin was missing a layer of blood, and she looked abnormally pale.
She was originally bending over to sing to the flowers, but she seemed to be alarmed by Aragorn. She raised her head and looked at him, with a slight smile on her lips, hanging on her slender neck like a twilight star pendant. shining.
Aragorn, whose thoughts were almost stagnant, remembered her name and origins with difficulty.
Arwen Undómiel, the evening star princess of Rivendell.
Elrond’s youngest daughter lives in Lothlórien, the territory of her grandmother Galadriel, so she has never seen her since she has only been here for less than two decades.
Lothlorien's elven name is "Laurelindórinan", which means: "Singing Valley of Gold", it is indeed possible to grow marigolds that can sing.
She seems to be more than two thousand years old, about the same age as the ancestor Isildu I heard not long ago.
However, those things are not important.
She is the daughter of my adoptive father and she is not yet married,
so,
[I want to marry her as my wife].
—The Third Age, 2956, July 9 —
Burri, Prancing Horse Inn.
"Strider~It's a Strider~"
"Are there any gifts~Strider~"
Gandalf in a gray robe was looking at the map of the middle ground on the table and thinking about something, but he heard the noisy sounds of children approaching from outside the inn.
"'Strider'?" The old man raised his eyes and looked at the door.
The sound of stepping, stepping, stepping, striding quickly overwhelmed the children's noise, and then the door of the inn was pushed open.
"Hey! My door!" Except for the innkeeper You Ju loudly complaining, the other guests in the lobby just glanced at the visitor and then looked away.
The human with black hair had sharp and determined gray eyes, a resolute appearance, and a steady expression. He was wearing a gray cloth cloak and chain mail, and he carried a weathered two-handed sword behind his back.
"Oh, that's the'Strider'," Gandalf's neighbor said to him: "I have never heard of his real name. People here call him that because he has long legs and walks away. Coming to Meteor in stride, but he has never told anyone why he has to be in such a hurry."
"Oh..." Gandalf looked at the big stepper, his eyes intently.
"Hey!" The big stepper strode into the inn, threw a cloth bag out the door, and put another larger pocket on the counter: "Same as before, Barryman."
"Wow~It's a shell~" The children's noisy voice gradually moved away.
"Dried meat, bread, cheese..." the innkeeper said while calling the maid to fill the bag: "Would you like to buy some fresh beef or chicken? Honey? Sausage?"
"It's just that much money, you look at it, forget it if it is easy to break," the big stepper took the cheese, bread and sausage on the plate, walked to the opposite of Gandalf and sat down: "Hello, wizard, Do you want a job?"
"Puff—" The guest who had just spoken to Gandalf turned back quickly.
"Oh? What about the treatment?" Gandalf asked with a smile.
"Pay you 500 dinars first, and then pay 20 per week. Participating in the battle can be divided into extra." The big stepper grabbed the bread and began to gnaw.
"If you can answer me a question, I can not pay," Gandalf blinked. "Why do you always go so fast?"
"..." The strider looked around, lowered his voice, and leaned forward: "Because I have to be the High King of Gondor and Arnor before I become an old guy, or my wife will Gone."
"..."
Is getting a wife such a difficult task?
As a Maiar who came to China for two thousand years, Gandalf felt strange to this world (Arda) for the first time.