Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1062 1044. Galadriel

Across from this powerful and strange broken sword, there is an oil painting hanging in the corridor.

The paint on it seems to be a little mottled and faded due to the long time.

But there is only one figure, which is still dark and evil.

The oil painting depicts the most intense part of a war.

The humans and elves in helmets and armor, they are shouting and fighting with all their might to face a tall figure under the dark clouds.

The figure is wearing a hideous black armor and holding a one-handed hammer in his hand.

Just at the moment of seeing this painting, a tragic shouting and killing sound appears in my mind like an auditory hallucination.

There are also the sounds of metal clashing and the sound of war burning.

However, these sounds that should be very harsh and wrong were not noticed by Lan En at this time.

Because for some reason, Lan En saw that black figure, on the hand holding the one-handed hammer, there was a ring on the index finger.

The ring was ordinary, just a round gold ring without any decoration or carving.

But it attracted Lan En's full attention.

This gold. This treasure.

"Hmm?"

Lan En shuddered subconsciously, and the discomfort in his muscles made him twist his neck and shake his head.

The demon hunter pressed the back of his neck in confusion.

Since strengthening his muscles, this symptom has been away from his body, not to mention that every tendon in his body is now wrapped with Valyrian steel wire.

"Mentos, retrieve my physiological data from the past ten minutes."

"In progress, sir, please look."

The biochemical intelligent brain projected the data required by the subject onto the retina and conducted autonomous analysis.

"The [Gene Seed] and [Hymn Gland] had a hormone secretion fluctuation two minutes ago. I think that's why the nerves in your neck suddenly tensed up. Now, the hormone level has stabilized."

"Hormone secretion fluctuation?" Lan En asked in confusion, "What's the cause?"

"Maybe it's because you're too tired."

Mentos said with a panacea-like reason, and Lan En curled his lips helplessly.

"But I eat and sleep well in Rivendell, Mentos."

"That may be because I'm too relaxed. The essence of Space Marines is a weapon of war, sir."

".You really let me say both good and bad things."

The demon hunter complained about his biological intelligence brain.

Fortunately, this kind of thing that seems to be the remnants of a tragic war is not common in the beautiful Rivendell.

There is more fresh air, warm breeze, quiet pools that reflect the sky, and yellow fallen leaves and woods.

While Lan continued to walk in this magical elven city with a leisurely and beautiful mood.

"Hey! Lan!"

"Woohoo!"

"Shhh!"

The demon hunter passed a pool.

This pool is not small, and it receives the waterfall tributary flowing down from the mountain wall behind Rivendell.

A dozen dwarves who were completely naked were playing and fighting in this big pool.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with saying that they are bold and unrestrained, but considering that they all have a mouthful of vigorous and thick beards and solid muscles. But generally they are not as tall as Lan's legs, which makes the demon hunter a little bit amused.

Amid the sound of the waterfall, the dwarves greeted the passing demon hunters happily and enthusiastically, without any shyness.

And Lan found that Qilin was also playing with them, and often played with slight discharges.

The dwarves in the world of Arda seemed to be unusually thick-skinned, and Qilin's slight discharges were indeed like a dangerous game for them.

They all gathered in the pool, and when the unicorn discharged electricity, they ran, and when it was done, they returned.

They also fished out their companions who were sinking in the pool because they were not fast enough and were temporarily numbed by the electricity because they did not have time to run out.

In the elegant elven city, the dwarves seemed out of place, but Lan En thought it was quite interesting.

The demon hunter waved at them and responded to them.

And just in time, Elrond and his steward Lindir also came from the other side of the road.

The two traditional elves opened their mouths slightly, looking at the exquisite pool they built, which was regarded as an open-air bathhouse by the dwarves.

Then, Lan En, who was just walking forward, turned around very naturally, lowered his head and hurried back from the direction he came from.

——

This is the second week since the dwarves and Lan En came to Rivendell.

The dwarves, who were full of energy and had lost a lot of weight due to the hard long journey, dismantled an elven wooden table and matching chairs as usual.

Then they roasted tomatoes, rapeseed and sausages on the fire.

Lan actually wanted to eat some meat, so he used a few pheasants he hunted as a token of sincerity and joined the dwarves' banquet.

"What a pity, the elves only have boring wine, not to mention strong liquor, at least they have some cool and refreshing malt liquor?"

Bofur brushed the pheasants Lan brought with rapeseed leaves dipped in oil and complained about the elves' taste.

"Yes!" Bombor, who was spherical before coming to Rivendell and is now more round, also said.

He put the plate of elven bread on his stomach, as steady as if it was on the table.

"And now they don't even have wine!"

"Then you still drink it?" Lan En glanced sideways at Bombo and complained, "And I remember you drank the most."

Bombo tilted his head and thought for a while: "Oh, okay. What you said does make sense, Lan En."

"But I don't think he's trying to be reasonable. He just wants you to eat less, Bombo."

Bofur laughed.

"Oh" Bombo's red beard twitched, "I can't do that!"

The lively dwarves were busy creating more joy, but on the upper stairs of Rivendell, Elrond and Gandalf were still discussing worriedly.

Although Elrond recognized the rationality and legitimacy of the restoration expedition led by Thorin Oakenshield.

But he still believed that doing more was better than doing less. The consequences of awakening and irritating the evil dragon were by no means as simple as imagined.

Therefore, in the past two weeks, Gandalf and Elrond had actually been verbally entangled with each other many times.

"I've said everything that needs to be said, Elrond, I really don't understand why you have so many concerns! If you have to take care of every concern before doing anything, then we might as well not do anything at all. ! Oh my God!”

Gandalf lowered his head and muttered like an ordinary old man.

"We are the enemy of darkness! Fighting for all good and beautiful life! This is not a child's play!"

"It is precisely because we have a heavy responsibility." Elrond said rationally and calmly, "That's why we should not make hasty decisions on major matters. You and I both know that the situation in Middle-earth is just the two of us. ?”

The two of them were not far away from the dwarves in a straight line, and their voices were not deliberately lowered.

So actually the dwarves can hear it.

It's just that most dwarves prefer to enjoy the carefree moment, so they don't care, or turn a deaf ear.

But when Lan En had just received the pheasant wings handed over by Bofur, he glanced to the side. Thorin was looking at the wizard and elf talking seriously.

Even though he is a very traditional dwarf, after becoming a leader, he must have more things to think about than his subordinates.

Suddenly, the old wizard pointed a clear greeting from above.

"Come on, Lan. Come here, we need you, and it's time for us to talk some more."

The witcher walked to the side with pheasant wings in his hand. When he looked up, he saw Gandalf shouting down the stairs of the building above.

The witcher said nothing, but waved his hand upward to indicate understanding.

He held a pheasant wing in his mouth, making a crisp sound between his lips and teeth.

His jaws, teeth, and biting muscles have also been strengthened, so that they can be completely crushed by his mouth.

Lann walked up the spiral staircase of Rivendell, and soon joined the wizard and the elf, and continued to go up behind them.

Gandalf saw Lann following behind him, turned around and gave him a forced smile, and then continued to argue with Elrond.

"I don't think Thorin will think that he has taken back the country. This matter needs to be explained to anyone. Because this is a matter of course!"

"And to be honest." The old man Gandalf was furious and continued angrily.

"I am the same in this regard, and I don't need to obey other people's opinions!"

Elrond seemed to be too lazy to argue with Gandalf.

He walked in front and was the first to stand on the top step.

He stretched out his hand towards the steps, inviting Gandalf and Lan En to come up, with a smile on his face as if he was watching a show.

"Okay, you don't think you need to listen to other people's opinions on this matter. And I have to say that."

"It's not me you have to listen to."

Gandalf followed Elrond's invitation gesture and walked up in a daze, while Lan raised his eyebrows curiously.

But when he actually walked up, his expression was exactly the same as Gandalf's.

Because on this exquisite platform, a bright moon is hanging on the arch facing the cliff, and under the arch, there is an elf standing.

A holy and beautiful elf.

She is over 1.9 meters tall, which is extremely rare among elves.

Her back was turned to the few people who had just stepped onto the platform. Her long hair was a deep golden color dotted with silver light. She was even more gorgeous and beautiful than the moon and sun in the sky!

And when she turned around with a smile on her face, it was a face so beautiful that it was almost magical.

Those eyes were also completely different from Elrond's.

Most of the elves have stars shining in their eyes, but the one in front of them has a more sublime light than the sun and moon in the sky!

"Lady Galadriel!"

Gandalf almost said the name with a sigh.

Lan En, who was shocked by someone else's beauty for the first time, also suddenly woke up under this name.

To be honest, I can't blame him, after all, even Mentos was running slowly just now.

The young demon hunter looked at the beautiful elf with a mysterious smile in the distance, and then at Elrond behind him who seemed to be watching a show.

"Hello, Mithrandir."

Galadriel's voice was ethereal and distant, as if coming from the clouds in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the smiling Elf Queen moved her gaze away from her old friend and looked at the person she had never met before.

Her eyes flashed like the light of the sun and moon, looking up and down at Lan En.

"Hello, Adanisil."