After King Elon handed the sword back to Morgan.
Thorin Oakenshield duly handed over the short sword that Morgan had thrown to him in the cave of the three trolls.
King Elon took the dagger, looked at it for a while, then took out the dagger and looked at the inscriptions cast on the blade.
There are no inscriptions on ordinary weapons.
Only when a real sword is forged will the blacksmith cast an inscription on it for future generations.
These cast inscriptions basically record information about this weapon.
For example, the time and place where the weapons were forged, and some even have the name of the forger cast on them.
Of course, only those at the blacksmith level are qualified to leave their names on the sword.
There are two ways for a sword to become famous.
The first is because of the owner. The owner of the sword has achieved meritorious service and great fame in the war, which can make the sword he holds also famous.
The second is that because of birth, it comes from the hands of a well-known forging master, which can make a sword have a certain reputation from the moment it comes out of the furnace.
However, most of the famous swords handed down are famous for the first reason.
Because from ancient times to the present, there have been too few beings who have reached the level of a blacksmith master, and there are even fewer swords forged by the blacksmith master.
This is also the reason why the swords in the hands of Morgan, Gandalf, and Thorin Oakenshield all became famous because of the first victory.
King Ellon's learning was as great as Gandalf's.
In just a short period of time, three long swords of unknown origin could be explained as clearly as if they were family treasures.
Apparently, Thorin Oakenshield was somewhat calmed down.
"May it serve you well."
When King Ellon smiled and handed the appraised dagger back to Thorin Oakenshield.
He looked at the dwarf king who politely took the dagger with both hands.
Morgan could clearly see that Thorin Oakenshield had a lot of respect for King Ellon.
The two dining tables in the open-air garden are not far apart.
The sound of King Elon tasting the sword at Morgan's table naturally spread to the other table.
Listening to King Ellon's words, Bilbo couldn't help but take out the short sword that Gandalf handed him when he finally walked out of the Troll's Cave.
Balin, the white-bearded dwarf, sat aside, watching Bilbo's movements and smiled: "Don't care about that, Bilbo."
"The sword is named after its great achievements in war, and yours..." Balin smiled and shook his head.
"You mean my sword has never been on the battlefield?" Bilbo was a little unhappy and asked immediately.
"I'm not sure if that thing in your hand is a sword. To be honest, it looks more like a letter opener..."
"Letter opener..."
Bilbo was stunned when he heard Balin's words.
"How is it possible? The letter opener will not light up when an orc approaches!"
Bilbo wanted to retort to Balin, but when the words came to his lips, he did not say them out.
At the main table, after King Elon introduced the three elf swords to the three of them, he naturally asked about their origins.
"How did you get these?" King Elon asked in surprise.
"We got it from the troll storage cellar on Eastern Avenue, and then we were attacked by orcs..."
Gandalf took a sip of the fruit wine and spoke.
Gandalf didn't want to hide too much from his friend King Ellon, because he wanted to unlock the secret of the map and this expedition couldn't be hidden from him.
Although Gandalf didn't want to hide it.
"What are you doing on Eastern Avenue?"
King Elon continued to ask.
Although he was a little surprised that Gandalf would be with a group of dwarves, he still didn't know the purpose of the group.
But as soon as King Elon finished speaking, Thorin Oakenshield's expression changed slightly, and then he said: "I'm full, so I'll excuse you now..."
Thorin Oakenshield finished speaking and stood up to leave.
Only Morgan, King Elrond and Gandalf were left on the main table.
Didn't care about Thorin Oakenshield's departure.
However, King Elon clearly saw the other party's reaction.
He didn't ask any more questions that would bother Gandalf.
King Elrond picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip of the fruit wine and smiled: "Thirteen dwarves, a hobbit, Morgan, and you... What a strange traveling companion, Gandalf..."
"They are all descendants of the Turin dwarves. They are all excellent, noble, upright, polite, and well-educated..."
Gandalf picked up a few crystal clear red fruits and put them in his mouth and smiled.
Morgan took a sip of the fruit wine in the glass in front of him, turned to look at the table beside him, and saw the dwarf Ouli picking up a silver wine glass, looking left and right, and quickly stuffed it into his arms.
This scene, combined with Gandalf's words, almost made Morgan squirt.
"Cough cough cough..."
Morgan coughed a few times and then recovered.
He looked up at Gandalf, King of Ellon, and found that neither of them seemed to notice anything strange next door, and continued chatting.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the next table.
Morgan turned his head and saw the dwarves whom Gandalf had just described as excellent, noble, upright, polite, and well-educated.
At this time, there was a mess in front of their table, and the dwarves banged their knives and forks on the plates and cutlery and began to sing.
Just as they were singing, several dwarves stood up and stood on the exquisite long table and began to dance.
The exquisite and luxurious banquet held by the elves was turned into an open-air barbecue party, and only the dwarves could do it.
Although Morgan was a little surprised at first, he didn't find it too strange.
Anyway, as long as these dwarves are happy with their food and drink, they like to do this kind of thing enthusiastically. He has long been used to it.
Just like in Bilbo's Bag End more than a month ago, in the temporary camp in the wild, the dwarves did this.
Morgan enjoyed the fruit at this banquet.
In this world, although fruits are not rare items, they are definitely high-consumer goods.
If the price is comparable to that of meat, ordinary people will only choose meat instead of fruits that will be digested in a blink of an eye.
Ordinary fruits are expensive, let alone the rare and exotic fruits produced in Rivendell, the city of elves, and brought out to entertain guests by King Ellon.
The dwarves sang and danced at the banquet, although it was a bit disrespectful.
But considering this is a characteristic of the dwarf clan, King Elon is well-informed and naturally won't care about anything.
At the end of the party.
It's almost evening.
The sky had just darkened.
The entire Rivendell lit up.
One light after another lights up.
It was just evening, and the entire Rivendell was illuminated like daylight.
Under the arrangement of the elves.
Morgan and the expedition team were taken to an attic by the elves.
Perhaps it was due to his relationship with Gandalf, or perhaps his good performance was appreciated by King Elon.
The elves arranged a single room for Morgan.
The fourteen dwarves plus Bilbo were arranged in three rooms.
Among them, Thorin Oakenshield has a single room, and the other thirteen people have two rooms.
Send away the elf maid.
Morgan closed the door and looked at the tub full of hot water in the spacious room.
Morgan felt that King Elon's arrangement was really appropriate.
Morgan moaned as he lay naked in the steaming tub.
I lay in the tub with my eyes closed for a long time.
Morgan opened his eyes, his thoughts moving slightly.
Brush brush brush...
Lines of virtual data began to jump and flicker out of thin air before appearing in front of the eyes.
"..."
