Everyone walked down the mountain, then crossed the bridge and actually entered Rivendale's city.

The Elf City The human city is very different because the mountains and deep rivers around it are surrounded by Rivendell, and because of the elves' paranoid view of nature, it is difficult for you to find many flat lands here, at least not on the ground.

The elves built houses completely according to the terrain. There is a small platform here, suitable for building a pavilion, then do it like this, there is a large platform here, suitable for building a house, then do it like this, the end result is that the whole city is winding and lying on the mountain, which looks very natural.

At the same time, because of the elves' superb aesthetic ability and excellent craftsmanship, this also makes the elves' city solid and beautiful. Such a city is definitely not suitable for business, but it is a destination for life and recuperation.

Similarly, it also means that the manpower and material resources required to build such a city are unprecedentedly huge. Generally speaking, only eternal races like the elves will have such leisure and elegance to build such cities. Such cities are only suitable for leisure and do not have to live for survival.

At least for the dwarves, this kind of city is beautiful and not convenient enough; the elves' aesthetic interests are high, and not friendly enough. Moreover, most of the foods of elves are vegetarian dishes, and the few things that can be associated with meat dishes are cow's milk and goat's milk.

"How can I eat something like meat without meat?" Bangbo's whole face wrinkled into a ball.

Most of the other dwarves also had this expression. Only old qualifications like Duvalin and Bahrain could sit quietly in the seat and stuff a leaf into their mouths from time to time. It was not that they liked to eat this thing, but that they lived for a long time, saw a lot, and were used to it.

Qili, a weirdo, is sneaking at the beauties of the elf race. Of course, if he had not been told that the beauty he thought might actually be an elf beauty.

Ronan, Solin, and Gandalf were sitting in the upper seats.

However, Ronan, like Solin, does not like elves' food. Ronan is not an almost pure carnivorous like a dwarf. His appetite is the traditional Chinese stomach. He believes that a meal without meat or oil will not smell good. It is too greasy if it is all meat or oily. Balance is his pursuit, so he kept drinking after eating a few bites.

To be honest, the elves' wine is really good. Perhaps this time, thanks to their super long standby life, this allows them to practice every craft to the extreme, just like they are so idle that they have thrown away every pillar and carved flowers. It is simply a luxury, but they have time to do this.

Gandalf was introducing his purpose to Elrond and roughly talked about the adventure that everyone had walked along.

Elrond looked at Ronan in surprise and asked, "So you are the story king who lives in Brie? Gandalf told me that you are a god, and I can't even believe it. After all, I once heard of Vera entering the void adventure, but they all got nothing in the end."

The message contained in this sentence is that there was a Vila who once entered the endless void to find the eternal fire that gave life to all things, but nothing was found, and naturally it also included another world. So how did Ronan come to the world of Arda?

"There is not nothing in the void, but it is not a place that ordinary people can involve." Ronan thought for a while and seemed to have no relevant knowledge reserves, so he had to use the settings of the novel he had read before.

"In that kind of place, moving is meaningless, and some places you don't know can't get there. Of course, I was only here after I received an invitation from Iluvita."

Elrond looked at Ronan, not as if he was lying, but he could not tell the truth or falsehood, so he had to give up and said, "Then let's talk about the things on earth. Gandalf, I really don't understand your attempt to help the dwarves recover the Lone Mountain. The dragon has been sleeping for a full sixty years, and the whole North has never been so peaceful. Why take such a great risk to recover Eribo?"

Gandalf shook his head and explained: "I'm worried that all this is just the tranquility before the storm..."

So Gandalf said the changes in the situation he was worried about again, and emphasized to Elrond the discovery of the blue-robed wizard Ladagast.

"Aron, it's not that I'm too anxious. I'm just worried that the form will change too quickly and the situation will lose control. Dogurdo has been occupied by a mysterious necromancer, and Ladagast has also discovered this there."

Elrond carefully took the item handed over by Gandalf, glanced at it, and said a word with a pale face: "Mordo."

"You are right, we have to hold a meeting."

Gandalf nodded and pointed at Thorin and said, "Helping the dwarves recover the Lonely Mountain will be a key part of our plan and we must complete it."

Thorin also stared at Elrond, trying to hear the word support from him.

"We probably have to discuss this before we know it," Elrond beat him up. Recovering Lonely Mountain is not a trivial matter, and the strength of the elves is no longer as good as before. If the situation changes, Elrond is even ready to leave his home and run away, it would be too unwise to participate in the dwarf's affairs at this time.

"Master Ronan, it's you, I don't understand why you have to participate in this event. It should have nothing to do with you."

Hearing this sentence, Thorin was only disappointed.

Ronan smiled and replied: "For the sake of adventure itself, Lord Elrond, only fine wine and stories cannot be disappointed."

"understand."

The next time came the commercial mutual blowing session. Gandalf wanted Elrond to support the Dwarves' expedition, so he did not say that these dwarves were descendants of Turin, noble, polite, elegant, etc. Then he was slapped in the face by the dwarves' performance.

Because these dwarves actually threw food at each other in front of Elrond, another guy jumped onto the stool and sang a super vulgar song to everyone. After listening to it, the dwarves around him sang along and knocked on the table! Ronan felt embarrassed.

Fortunately, Elrond was also very knowledgeable. He knew that dwarves were all urinary, so he had long been used to it.

That night, while the rest of the people were barbecued near the elves' residence arranged by the elves, Gandalf took Ronan, Thorin, Bahrain and Bilbo to meet Elrond. They had to ask the elves to solve one more thing.

"So you can still understand the ancient dwarf language now, right?" Gandalf looked at Elrond, and asked Thorin to show Elrond the map of the Lone Mountain.

Thorin: "This is the treasure of our dwarves, so you can't just do it..."

"Thorin!" said Gandalf, "Only Lord Elrond can help us solve the mystery of the map. Don't be so stubborn and willful, otherwise you will fall on it sooner or later. Listen to me and show it to Lord Elrond."

Solin finally had no choice and handed over the map.

Elrond was indeed amazing. After a moment, he determined the key to the puzzle, "It's Chiles Ishill."

"Moon Rune?"

"Yes, only the writer can reveal the words that can be reflected by the moonlight when the moon phases are the same, and you are here very soon, and today is exactly the time for them to appear."

"When the thrush hits, stand beside the gray rock; when the sun gradually sets, the last light of the day of Turin will shine on the keyhole."

The so-called Turin Day is the New Year in the Dwarf's calendar, the day when the last moon in autumn and the first sun rises in winter.

Thorin calculated for a while and said, "This is bad news. Summer is coming, and we don't have much time."

Bahrain comforted: "There is still some time."

"Yes, there are still some."

Originally, Thorin wanted to set out to Gushan immediately, but Elrond insisted that this was not Thorin's personal matter, but the entire Middle-earth continent, and a decision was needed to be made until the Guardians meeting.

Gandalf still compromised, so Thorin was even more disappointed.

However, the next period of time can be said to be one of the happiest times Ronan has spent in Middle-earth.

First of all, he finally had time to release Harry, who had been in the small world for a long time.

"Mr. Ronan! You can't let me participate in the battle just because I was young. Isn't I immortal?"

"Yeah!" Ronan nodded and explained, "But even this scene will hurt your mind. You won't want to see what the orcs are like, right?"

Harry thought for a while, and although he didn't think of what it should be, he could not help but shivered after analogy about the human body being dismembered. He was afraid, "Maybe you are right."

Ronan laughed as if he was winning, and then took Harry to tour the entire Rivendell, "Harry, I tell you that the elves are definitely the most beautiful race in Middle-earth under human aesthetics. This is also the best place in Middle-earth, look there."

"Wow! So beautiful, I feel like I'm living in a dream."

"Silly kid, you are just in your dream now. Stand and don't move. I'll take a picture of you and laugh at me, eggplant!"

"What a pity, it would be great if these photos could be placed in my bedroom." Harry was a little regretful.

Ronan was very surprised, "Why, tell me where your home is, I'll mail them to you."

The system hurried out to smooth things over: "Sorry, if you want to do this, this behavior will not be supported for the time being."

"Why?"

"Not why."

"Um?"

"This is the rule, it's the turtle's butt and the turtle's ass."

Ronan: "...why are you talking nonsense?"

Harry was really sad to hear the news, but after all, it was because of the child's temper. He forgot it behind his head and happily traveled throughout the city.

He had a really happy time at Rivendell. The elves welcomed Harry too much than those dwarves. He also met a new friend, the elf beauty who always had melancholy, Arwen.

It is said that it was because her lover was not staying at Rivendale and he was going to prepare for marrying her, but Arwen knew that her father would not agree.

"I don't know how to comfort you, but in all the stories I have read, the prince successfully married the princess, and I think you are the same."

Arwen patted Harry's little head and smiled, still sitting by the water and sighing. That look reminded Harry of the legend of daffodils.

Ronan looked at Harry quietly in the distance, then took the picture with his camera, turned around and Elrond was already standing beside him.

"Is that your child?"

Ronan shook his head: "Harry is just very destined to be me. He is an orphan. If I can, I want to be his adoptive father."

Elrond sighed, it was so pitiful. Then the old father began to express his thoughts to Ronan: "That girl is my daughter, what a beautiful child, but she fell in love with a mortal junior.

I don’t know how to deal with it, so I can only ask some difficult questions to make them difficult, just like my great-grandfather, but you know, such things can never be like the wish of a father.

Sometimes I think, if I had been like my brother, I wouldn't have to worry about it, but that life would have been too short..."

"It's really pitiful to the hearts of parents all over the world." Luo Nan had some understanding of this feeling, but he didn't feel much. After all, he had never been a father.

Seeing that Ronan had nothing to say, Elrond put away his emotions and talked about the Dwarves' expedition, "Do you really support them? Or do you just long for a grand adventure? The peace in Middle-earth is hard-won, but your actions may destroy it at any time. I am very worried."

"You don't have to worry, Lord Elrond." Ronan comforted: "Do you know what my agreement with the gods is when I enter this world?"

"What?"

"It is actually the expectation of the gods to help the dwarves complete the expedition, and no one can stop it."

Elrond frowned and thought for a while, sighed, "I understand..."
Chapter completed!