Aragorn, who was ready to travel, was walking in the woods of Rivendell. He planned to take one last look at the elven city where he had lived for eighteen years before leaving.
Rivendell, or Rivendell, its Elvish name is "Imladris", which means "Deep of Riften", and this is indeed the case.
This city is hidden in the Misty Mountains, the largest mountain range in Middle-earth, stretching 800 kilometers from north to south. The gorgeous and exquisite pure white elven buildings are surrounded by dangerous valleys, forests, swamps and streams, making it invisible.
Apparently, there is only a white gravel path covered with moss that can be accessed.
Although Rivendell does not restrict access, due to the existence of wandering orcs (Orcs) in the Misty Mountains, there are still many elven scouts patrolling around the city and questioning suspicious travelers.
Aragorn passed through a forest path composed of pine, birch, and oak trees, and came to the edge of a waterfall made of melted snow in the mountains. There was an open grassland here, where many elves rested and sang. When they saw Aragorn,
, all greeted him kindly.
However, Aragorn's destination was not here. He carefully walked across a very narrow birch bridge without guardrails and arrived at the small valley he called the "back garden."
This small valley is completely blocked by the surrounding tall trees, and the sun (Anor) and moon (Ithil) cannot be seen, but in the middle there are large areas of marigolds and elegends blooming only when illuminated by the sun and moon.
After Aragorn discovered this place as a child, he tried to find out why they could bloom. After repeated attempts to no avail, he simply regarded this place as his secret base.
If there's anything special about these flowers... they sing when they're happy.
"【There is a or your lawn,】"
“[There is a or your lawn.]”
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the valley, Aragorn heard the soft singing of the flowers.
Although the singing is nice, the lyrics... this is the heart of Rivendell, how could there be orcs.
"【There is a or your lawn,】"
"[We don't want or the lawn.]"
After seeing these flowers and thinking about them repeatedly, Aragorn came to the conclusion that they were transplanted by someone from somewhere outside where orcs could be seen. These flowers were affected by the environment of Rivendell and became able to sing.
But they obviously lack intelligence and can only repeat what they saw and thought before they were transplanted.
Adoptive father Elrond is very busy and obviously does not have such leisurely elegance. And if adoptive mother Celebrian is free, she may be more willing to study poetry, painting and other arts. As for Elladan and Elrohir,
Two twins who are keen on fighting, they only consider whether these flowers can be used as medicinal herbs.
In any case, today I am leaving Rivendell to establish my reputation in the wilderness. This mystery can only be solved later.
"[menno o nin i eliad annen annin~]"
"[hoho o-ngurth~]"
Those flowers knew they were leaving, so did they change the lyrics?
But this kind of content is not something that little marigolds and egrets can sing.
Aragorn stepped into the small valley with a smile on his face, and then froze on the spot.
The one singing was not those silly golden and silver flowers, but a very beautiful girl.
The girl seemed to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. She was wearing a pure white dress like a gauze, as if she was in smoke and mist. Her face was beautiful and vulgar, but there was a layer of blood missing from her skin, making her appear extremely pale.
She was originally bowing and singing to the flowers. At this time, she seemed to be disturbed by Aragorn. She raised her head and met his eyes. There was still a slight smile on her lips. She hung it on her slender neck like a pendant like an evening star.
shining.
Aragorn, whose thoughts were almost at a standstill, struggled to remember her name and origin.
Arwen Undómiel, Princess of the Evening Star of Rivendell.
Elrond's youngest daughter lives in Lothlórien (Lothlórien), the territory of her grandmother Galadriel, all year round, so he has only been here for less than twenty years and has never seen her.
The Elvish name of Lothlorien is "Laurelindórinan", which means: "Valley of Singing Gold", and it is indeed possible for singing marigolds to grow there.
She seemed to be over two thousand years old, almost the same age as the ancestor Isildur whom I heard about not long ago.
However, those things are not important.
She is my adoptive father's daughter, and she is not yet married,
so,
【I want to marry her】.
——Third Era, 2956, July 9——
Buri, Prancing Horse Inn.
"Strider~ It's Strider~"
"Do you have any gifts~ Mr. Big Step~?"
Gandalf, who was wearing gray robes, was looking at the map of Middle Earth spread out on the table and thinking about something, when he heard the noisy sounds of children gradually approaching from outside the inn door.
"'Strider'?" The old man raised his eyes and looked towards the door.
The sound of stepping, stepping, stepping quickly overwhelmed the noise of the children, and then the door of the inn was pushed open with a bang.
"Hey! My door!" Except for the innkeeper Guangzhou Guangju who complained loudly, the other guests in the lobby just glanced at the visitor and then looked away.
The human with black hair had sharp and firm gray eyes, a resolute appearance, and a steady expression. He wore a gray cloth cloak and chain mail, and carried a weathered two-handed sword on his back.
"Oh, that's 'Strider,'" Gandalf's neighbor at the table said to him: "I've never heard of his real name. People here call him that because he has long legs and can walk fast.
He came in such a hurry, but he never told anyone why he was in such a hurry."
"Oh..." Gandalf looked at Strider, his eyes fixed on him.
"Hey!" Strider strode into the inn, threw a cloth bag out the door, and put another bigger bag on the counter: "Same as before, Barryman."
"Wow~ It's a shell~" The children's noisy voices gradually faded away.
"Dried meat, bread, cheese..." the innkeeper said while asking the maid to put things in the bag: "Would you like to buy some fresh beef or chicken? Honey? Sausage?"
"It's just so much money. Just pretend it's easy to break." Strider took the cheese, bread and sausages and put them on a plate. He walked to sit opposite Gandalf and said, "Hello, wizard,
Do you want a job?"
"Pfft--" The guest who had just spoken to Gandalf quickly turned back.
"Oh? What about the treatment?" Gandalf asked with a smile.
"I will pay you 500 dinars first, and then you will be paid 20 dinars per week, and you can get extra shares if you participate in the battle." Strider grabbed the bread and started to eat it.
"If you can answer me a question, I can do it for free," Gandalf winked: "Why do you always walk so fast?"
"..." Strider looked around, lowered his voice, and leaned forward: "Because I have to become Gondor and Arnh King before I become an old guy, otherwise my wife will be gone."
"..."
Is getting a wife such a difficult task?
As a Maiar who has been in Middle-earth for two thousand years, Gandalf felt strange to this world (Arda) for the first time.
