"Qiuqiu..."
The little bird with snow-white wings looked at Lord Elon in the window and called softly, the sound was sweet and clear.
Lord Ellon turned his head and saw the bird, a smile immediately appeared on his face.
"Gandalf, please come with me for a walk later."
Lord Elon took a sip of the amber-colored fruit wine in the exquisite wine glass in his hand, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Of course, it's an honor."
Gandalf put a piece of exquisitely shaped after-dinner pastry into his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it, nodded and smiled.
In the small garden.
The sumptuous barbecue dinner for everyone in the expedition team is still going on.
Dinner is in full swing.
The dwarves drank heavily, ate meat, and told cold jokes loudly, which was very pleasant.
Morgan was sitting by the fire smoking a beautiful oak pipe.
The oak pipe comes from Rivendell, of course.
It was the afternoon two days ago, and Morgan was practicing archery tirelessly in a quiet corner of the small garden.
But he was approached by Lord Elon who was wandering around and happened to meet him.
Of course, Morgan didn't believe Lord Ellon's statement that he was just strolling around.
In short, the powerful Lord Ellon met Morgan who was learning about archery skills, and was very surprised by Morgan's archery skills.
Morgan's success in his previous life relied not only on his own strength, but also on his experience in dealing with people.
He had a pretty good impression from his previous contact with Lord Elon.
In addition, he is now so good at archery that he can almost be called a marksman.
The conversation between Morgan and Lord Ellon was very pleasant.
This time, Lord Ellon also clearly expressed goodwill to Morgan, instead of just being polite to Morgan as Gandalf's friend before.
A conversation brought the two of them closer together. Before Lord Elon left, he asked Morgan if he needed anything.
Morgan decisively stated that he wanted a pipe.
Lord Ellon nodded and left with a smile.
So at dinner time that day, the elves brought a fine oak pipe.
In his previous life, Morgan had never smoked cigarettes due to professional reasons, and he drank very restrainedly.
Now in this world, with the Golden Thigh System, naturally there is no need to be so restrained.
As for the tobacco he smoked, it was blackmailed from Gandalf.
Because of his relationship with Lord Ellon, Gandalf replenished a large amount of fine tobacco from him.
It was because of greed that Morgan boldly asked Lord Elon for a pipe.
Back to the topic.
The dwarves were drinking wine, eating meat, and telling cold jokes in a noisy manner.
Morgan, who had already eaten and drank enough, was chatting and puffing away.
On the other side, the white-bearded dwarf Balin was still chatting with Thorin Oakenshield.
"Did the elf agree to help?" Balin asked.
"Gandalf hasn't mentioned it to me yet..." Thorin Oakenshield shook his head.
"Today is already the seventh day. If the elf wants to help, it's time to say it."
Balin was silent for a while, then continued to speak in a deep voice.
"I know..."
Thorin Oakenshield nodded and was silent for a while, drank the wine in the bottle, stood up and walked aside.
Morgan, whose spirit has been enhanced to LV3, now has five senses that are much better than before the enhancement.
Although the scene was very noisy, Balin and Thorin Oakenshield were still heard clearly every word by him.
It has been a week since the expedition arrived in Rivendell.
Although Morgan knew that the expedition team would definitely leave, he did not know the specific time.
Now I listened to the conversation between Balin and Thorin Oakenshield.
He knew that it wouldn't be long before he left Rivendell.
"Bah, bah, bah..."
Morgan was smoking a cigarette, looking at the bright yellow flames jumping and flashing in front of him in a trance.
At this moment, Morgan suddenly turned his head and looked at the back of Thorin Oakenshield disappearing from sight, and immediately thought of one thing.
With Thorin Oakenshield's stubbornness, he decided to leave, and the expedition team must not stay for long.
What caused him to leave without saying goodbye in the memory plot was that he heard the conversation between Gandalf and Lord Ellon.
In the dialogue, it was Lord Ellon's dissatisfaction with this expedition and Thorin Oakenshield.
This led to the extremely proud Thorin Oakenshield not saying goodbye to Gandalf, let alone the elves.
Instead, he chose to leave directly.
"Could it be tonight!"
"The night Thorin Oakenshield heard the conversation between Gandalf and Lord Ellon!"
Thinking of this, Morgan immediately couldn't sit still.
The progress of world exploration within the body's internal systems is extremely slow.
Morgan was unwilling to give up any storyline that would increase the progress of the exploration.
What's more, even if you guess wrong, you won't lose anything.
Thinking of this, Morgan immediately stood up without hesitation and strode towards the direction Thorin Oakenshield was walking.
Deep in Rivendell.
Gandalf, dressed in gray robes, was walking with Lord Ellon on a delicate winding path, chatting about something as they walked.
Lord Elon was a little dissatisfied and said: "Gandalf, you and Thorin Oakenshield should have told me earlier about your purpose this time."
Gandalf quickly said: "Of course I plan to tell you. I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."
"And I think you should trust that I know what I'm doing."
Lord Elon said in a deep voice: "Do you really know?"
"That dragon has been sleeping for sixty years. What if your plan fails? What if the dragon wakes up?"
Gandalf retorted: "What if we succeed?"
"If the dwarves retake that mountain, our defenses in the east will be strengthened..."
Lord Elon shook his head: "This step is too risky, Gandalf."
Gandalf continued to retort: "It would be dangerous for us to do nothing."
"Please, Thorin is the king of Erub, what are you afraid of?"
After the words fell, Lord Ellon immediately stopped, turned around, stood in front of Gandalf and said solemnly: "Have you forgotten?"
"Their family has a history of going crazy."
"His grandfather went crazy and his father was plagued by the same disease."
"Do you dare to say that Thorin Oakenshield wouldn't be like this?"
"Gandalf, these are not decisions for us to make."
"The structure of Middle-earth is not something you and I can change."
Listening to his old friend's solemn words, Gandalf knew that he would definitely not be able to convince him today.
I can only continue to express the attitude of the dwarves.
"Those dwarves will move towards that mountain with or without our help."
"They are determined to take back their homeland!"
"I don't think Thorin feels he needs to ask anyone for advice."
"Actually, I feel the same way."
Gandalf strode behind Lord Ellon and shouted out the dwarves' decision, hoping that something could be undone.
The two of them walked to the door of the exquisite attic on the top of the mountain. Lord Elon suddenly turned around and looked at his old friend: "What you said makes sense, but it's not me you need to ask for instructions from."
After the words fell, Lord Ellon stepped aside.
Then, Gandalf saw an ethereal and beautiful figure shrouded in the hazy moonlight, with an otherworldly temperament.
