Gandalf and King Ellon came laughing together.
Morgan stood up and said hello to the two of them. He no longer wanted to visit Rivendell, but sat back by the bonfire again.
Participating in the main plot interaction is the best way to improve the world exploration progress of his time traveler system.
This has been proven by him several times, and Morgan will not be absent from such an occasion.
Besides, he has not seen the dispute between Gandalf and Thorin Oakenshield.
Although the two of them only had an argument this morning in the temporary camp in the wild, it was a pity that Morgan was training and didn't see it.
"Kili, give me a bunch."
Morgan sat back by the fire and reached out to Kili for a bunch of grilled sausages.
"Morgan, aren't you going to enjoy the night view of Rivendell? I'll go with you."
The young dwarf Fili on the side yelled.
Morgan shook his head, picked up the sausage and said, "I think this one tastes better."
"Haha, you're right about that, Morgan."
The dwarf Groin laughed loudly, reached for a few skewers of sausages that Bofur had just strung next to him and handed them to Morgan. He said loudly: "If you can't eat a bunch of grilled sausages, take them."
"Take my sausage again, don't you know how to do it yourself?"
"Haha, Bofur, don't worry about it so much. There are many more here, just do it..."
"Here, let me treat you to roast potatoes..."
"Damn, that's what I just did too..."
"Ha ha..."
The dwarves laughed and laughed in front of the campfire.
Beside the campfire, Gandalf and Thorin Oakenshield were discussing something.
Morgan grilled sausages and listened to the conversations of the dwarves around him. From time to time, he looked up at the two expedition leaders who were talking.
The white-bearded Balin beside him seemed to realize that Gandalf's purpose of bringing King Elon to Thorin Oakenshield was not simple, and he was looking at the two men intently.
Noticing Balin's movements, Morgan took the fruit wine on the side and motioned to Balin.
Balin came back to his senses and realized something was wrong with his state. He smiled at Morgan, picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Morgan, and drank it down in one gulp.
"Are you worried about something, Balin?"
Looking at Balin who was hesitant to speak, Morgan also looked not far away, where Gandalf and Thorin Oakenshield were talking seriously, and smiled.
"Morgan, what do you think the two of them are talking about?"
Balin did not answer Morgan's words directly. He picked up the wine bottle and poured himself another glass. He looked at Morgan and asked.
"You must know better than me what they were talking about, right?"
Morgan didn't answer, but asked with a smile.
"They already had an argument this morning..."
Balin shook his head, raised his glass to signal Morgan, and drank it down again.
"But problems must be solved..."
Morgan spoke softly, drank the wine in the glass, wiped the stains from his mouth, and continued: "I think Gandalf said something right today."
Balin: "What are you talking about?"
Morgan: "If we want to be successful, we need to use some strategies."
"Of course, you have your own ideas."
"No matter what the final decision is, I will support you."
Morgan laughed, pouring himself a full glass again.
Rivendell's fruit wine is much sweeter than wine.
With his current physique, Morgan felt that he could keep drinking like this and never get drunk.
"Maybe you and Gandalf are right, but..."
Balin smiled and shook his head and spoke.
"You don't need to pay attention to my words, Bahrain, I know too little."
"Like I just said, no matter what you decide, I will support you."
"Here, cheers."
Morgan interrupted Balin, filled another glass of wine for Balin, and raised the glass with a smile.
"No matter what, thank you, Morgan, you are a very good warrior."
"It's a bounty hunter..."
"Haha, it's all the same. Come on, cheers."
"cheers!"
Morgan and the dwarf Balin were chatting happily by the fire.
Not far away, Gandalf and Thorin Oakenshield also had a real live chat.
Gandalf: "Please, Thorin, bring out the map."
Thorin Oakenshield: "We don't need elves to take care of our affairs!"
Gandalf was helpless: "Oh my God, Thorin, take out the map and show it to King Ellon!"
Thorin Oakenshield was unmoved: "That is the heritage of me and my people, and my responsibility is to protect it, including our secrets."
Gandalf took a deep breath and suppressed his anger, his beard trembling: "Don't let me worry about your stubbornness anymore!"
"Your arrogance will definitely kill you sooner or later!"
"Do you know that you are now standing in front of one of the few people in the entire Middle-earth world who can understand that map?"
"Stop your pride and show it to King Elrond!"
Gandalf's chest rose and fell, suppressing his anger, and looked at Thorin Oakenshield and said in a deep voice.
As the dispute between Gandalf and Thorin Oakenshield became more and more intense, the dwarves gathered in front of the campfire quickly became quiet.
Everyone present looked at the two people in the dispute, and no one dared to say anything.
King Elon stood quietly aside.
Listening to the argument between my old friend and Thorin Oakenshield, my patience was constantly being worn away.
Although he was interested in the map Gandalf mentioned, his help was more because of Gandalf's request.
Otherwise, no matter how open-minded and generous he is, he will still have a grudge against Thorin Oakenshield.
As Gandalf finished speaking.
Neither of them spoke for a while, and the scene was silent for a moment.
After a while, Thorin Oakenshield finally made a move. He reached out and took out the light yellow parchment roll from his arms.
"Thorin, don't give..."
Seeing that Thorin Oakenshield was persuaded by Gandalf, Balin the Whitebeard immediately stepped forward and wanted to stop Thorin Oakenshield with his hand.
There are too many grievances between the Turin dwarves and the elves. The entire dwarf team has no good impressions of the elves, and Balin is no exception. He even experienced the betrayal of the elven allies personally, when the evil dragon invaded the Lonely Mountain sixty years ago. .
Thorin Oakenshield pushed aside Balin's obstruction and walked straight towards King Ellon standing aside with the map.
As the king of the Turin dwarves, he is proud, stubborn, and his hatred for the orcs and the hostility towards the elves who betrayed their allies is much deeper than any dwarf.
But as the king of the Turin dwarves, he always kept in mind the mission of reviving the kingdom of Erub under the mountain and reviving the Turin dwarves.
For the sake of the clan, any dwarf does not need to bow his head to the elves who are traitors and pray for their help.
Only he can't!
Because of the tribe, because he is the king of the Turin dwarves.
The responsibility he carries is as heavy as a thousand.
He took the light yellow parchment roll handed by Thorin Oakenshield.
King Elon opened the scroll, looked at the map on it, and easily recognized it: "Erub..."
"Are you interested in this map?"
Thorin Oakenshield looked at King Ellon and asked, his expression not very good.
"Mainly academic research, you know, these kinds of antiquities usually contain secret codes..."
Seeing what Thorin Oakenshield wanted to say, Gandalf quickly explained and gave Thorin Oakenshield a reassuring look.
"I remember you could understand Old Dwarvish, right?"
Gandalf asked, looking at King Ellon who was holding a map and starting to observe.
King Elon didn't speak, he just looked at the ancient map in his hand repeatedly.
He had heard from Gandalf that this map contained secrets.
So he raised the map in his hand, looked at the full moon in the sky, and observed it carefully.
Soon, King Elon saw the clues and slowly uttered a few words.
Gandalf looked happy and immediately said: "Words of the Moon?"
"right..."
"To understand the words of the moon, you must use the moonlight under the same season and the same shape of the moon as when they were written."
King Elrond raised his head, looked at everyone and said.
"Can you read them?"
Thorin Oakenshield suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked.
"certainly..."
King Elrond raised his lips, turned around and walked towards the open-air viewing platform in the distance.
