This appearance of the female elf in turn attracted Dragon Byrne's attention, and he couldn't help but ask: "Fenna, do you know magic?"
Our head chef woke up from her memories. She looked at the breakfast that was almost eaten by the dragonborn and was almost equivalent to 10 elves, and said, "Why do you ask?"
"that is……"
Dragon Byrne stopped the knife and fork in his hand, pushed the huge dinner plate, and wiped his mouth with the silk scarf next to him, looking like he was full.
He tried hard to collect the words in his mind, and said as much as possible in Sindarin that the female elf could understand: "You know, just now the lord summoned me to go to the Government Affairs Office, and I saw a wizard there!"
He knocked on his head and said forget it, that was really not a wonderful memory, which made the female elf smile.
But then, the expression on her face became serious again.
"He cast a spell on me, and then I became confused, as if all the secrets in my heart were almost exposed by him..." The Dragonborn seemed to remember the previous scene, and his golden vertical pupils were neither happy nor sad. : "I didn't like this very much, so I yelled! It was the roar you heard. No, don't ask me, I don't know why I shouted so loudly!"
He looked at the female chef, shrugged, and said angrily.
Fenna then closed her mouth angrily.
Seeing that she no longer pursued it, the Dragonborn continued: "So, I want to ask you, do elves know magic?"
Although there were still many errors and made-up words in his grammar and wording, the female chef could still understand a rough outline of what he was talking about.
So she spoke, her voice as beautiful as an oriole.
"Magic? Why do you want to ask that?"
"because."
Dragon Byrne didn't hide anything from her, and said honestly: "I also want to learn this. Ha, you see, wizards can attack the enemy with wind, thunder, lightning, and mind blast, but he hides aside and lets The enemy can't find him and can only be fooled around like a headless fly. Isn't this cool?"
Fenna listened carefully, carefully discerned the meaning (the Dragonborn's vocabulary was too confusing), and then shook her head.
"No, magic is not what you think it is."
The female elf explained to Bourne the rules of how the world works seriously: "Wizards may have many powerful and incredible magical skills, but they cannot use these powers unscrupulously, because in this world, every life and existence is The great Yi Ru created it, and the random use of magic to destroy the life created by the great Yi Ru is not allowed by Yi Ru and the Valar! Because the magic power was given to Istar by the Yi Ru and the Valar. Gifts and privileges are responsibilities and burdens. The Istars are given great power, but the price is that they must guide and protect the people of Middle-earth from the invasion and destruction of dark evil forces. If this supreme good is violated , then the power of wizards will gradually lose as time goes by..."
The female chef kept talking incessantly, saying a lot of things that the dragonborn either understood or didn't understand, which made him even more confused.
"so."
Dragon Byrne felt that his mind was not enough. A lot of words that he either understood or did not understand were drilled into his mind. In the spirit of his last rationality, he asked: "The elves are not Don’t know magic?”
Feelings spoke for themselves, but this guy didn't listen to a word.
The female head chef glared at him angrily and said, "If it's the crackling trick you mentioned, we don't know how to do it!"
Fenner angrily cleared the tableware on the table and said without knowing how to do it: "At least I can't!"
She put all these exquisite silver tableware into a large sink, washed them quickly, and then said: "The elves have their own magic, but it is definitely not the fireworks, lights and other tricks you mentioned. !”
"oh?"
The Dragonborn, who originally thought he was lonely after hearing this, suddenly became interested. He straightened up, and his huge body even cast a shadow in the bright kitchen.
The diligent female chef quickly washed the tableware. She used a towel on the side to dry all the silver tableware that had become shiny again and put it in a cabinet. Then she turned around and said, "Are you curious? Then I I’ll take you to see it.”
With that said, the female elf took the dragonborn's hand and ran out of the kitchen like a whirlwind.
Looking at the female elf running and jumping in front like a deer, the tall and majestic dragonborn couldn't help but smile, spread out her long legs, and followed behind with a rumble.
Along the way, the elves in Gray Harbor were thrown off their feet and disoriented by these reckless guys, one tall and one short.
The dragonborn and the female elf ran even more happily, laughing as they ran, as if they were naughty children.
Perhaps it had been a long time since they had seen such a happy scene. The elves stopped one after another and looked at the two people playing like children with smiles on their faces, feeling indescribable joy in their hearts.
Here, although the dragonborn were tall, tall and had long legs, compared with the elves who were full of agility and explosive power, the dragonborn ended up being dwarfed by the rear, and soon lost the woman who was running faster and faster in front of them. The graceful figure of the elf.
"Hey, you should wait for me."
The Dragonborn was angry. Although his physical strength was equal to or even better than that of the elf, the elf's short-range explosive power and extremely flexible dodging and maneuvering skills were beyond his reach. Therefore, he was quickly defeated by the female elf. She was thrown away and quickly lost sight of her.
He stopped in frustration, wanting to see where he had gone.
As a result, the complicated and dense stone alleys of the elf city almost made him faint.
Just when he was about to slowly walk down the alley to the flat main road, suddenly, the tall and slender female elf suddenly jumped in front of him.
At this time, she had changed into a short game suit suitable for activities. A leather belt restrained her slender waist more conspicuously. Two slender legs over one meter high stood on the ground. The curves and the length were enough to make 99% of the women in the previous life feel inferior.
(Elves are generally between 1.93 and 1.98 meters tall)
Behind her back, she carried an exquisite carved wooden long bow inlaid with mithril and gems, a pot of arrows, and two daggers on her waist.
"Why are you still hanging around? Let's go."
she says.
Then he took the dragonborn's hand again and started running like a whirlwind.
"ah?"
The dragonborn was extremely confused and was pulled by the female elf to run. He rumbled through most of the Gray Harbor, ran out of the solid gate made of white boulders, and entered the northern wilderness.
On the high ground in front of the Government Affairs Office.
The gray wizard Gandalf smoked the finest tobacco from Buckland and puffed away.
It wasn't until he saw the black-haired dragonborn and the female elf with bright silver and beautiful white hair running out of Gray Harbor like a whirlwind that he turned around and said to the owner of Gray Harbor, the shipbuilder Cirdan: "Dear Lord , won’t you stop them?”
Behind him, the shipbuilder Cirdan wore a headdress forged from fine sapphires and mithril on his forehead, and his exquisite, gorgeous robes embroidered with gold threads rustled in the sea breeze.
"No, Mithrandir."
he said.
"Our Dragonborn is much more powerful than we imagined. He has power in him that we haven't fully seen yet!"
"Besides."
The master of Gray Harbor took a step forward and stood with him at the highest point of Gray Harbor, overlooking the entire Gray Harbor.
"With Fenna taking care of him, nothing will happen to him!"
Gandalf silently took a deep breath, and a stream of fragrant smoke slowly flowed into his throat and nasal cavity, and then slowly exhaled from his mouth.
The two of them stood silently on the high ground of Gray Harbor, illuminated by the fiery light of Yaryn who rose into the air, without saying a word.
other end.
Dragon Byrne was pulled by Fenner and ran north along the Shuen River mouth for about a league, and did not stop until he came to a small hill.
The Dragonborn looked back and saw that the tallest building in Gray Harbor, a bell tower made of white rocks, was faintly reflecting white light under the morning sun.
The large bronze bell cast in the Second Age is hung on the top of the tower facing west of the Shuen River and east of the Shuen Bend. The patterns on it are exquisite and complicated.
The Dragonborn couldn't help but mutter: His current vision is too exaggerated. It's almost three kilometers away, and he can still see so clearly. This is really unscientific.
Fenna noticed his eyes and couldn't help but look back, but unfortunately, although the elf's eyes were also sharp and abnormal, they were still not as perverted as the dragonborn's amber-like golden vertical pupils. She could only see the Gray Harbor. , this home that has protected the northern elves for thousands of years is now under the light of Yaryn, exuding sacred light, but the pattern of the bronze bell on the bell tower cannot be seen clearly.
So, she withdrew her gaze and looked at the Dragonborn.
In the elf's sight, the amber-like golden vertical pupils in the black-haired dragonborn's eyes were almost stretched into a thin line at the moment.
Coupled with the dragonborn's majestic body standing proudly in the wind, the female elf felt a bit of pressure inexplicably.
How powerful it is, probably only the former supreme kings can rival it!
After being stunned for a moment, the female elf shook her head and threw away the ridiculous thoughts in her heart. She looked around, and then said to the black-haired dragonborn: "Okrianm, see over there That woods?"
Only then did the Dragonborn retract his distant gaze, and his pupils slowly expanded from thin straight lines until they returned to pointed vertical pupils.
He turned his head and followed the female elf's direction and found the small forest she mentioned.
It was probably planted by the elves. In a depression more than 1,000 meters away from the small hills and close to the Blue Mountains, a large area of birch and holly trees were planted lushly.
On the side close to the sun, the elves also planted a small patch of apple trees, which were covered with this summer's fruits, either green or red, which were extremely attractive.
This is one of the orchards of the elves.
In previous years, the elves collected part of the elves' rations by picking and harvesting the orchards and wheat fields around the Gray Port, and then traded for the rest. The trade activities born from this are the largest commercial routes in the north. one.
Every year in February, May, and August, the elves will open their solid doors to welcome the Hobbits, northern humans and other caravans from all over the world, and after a short three-day trade day, they will Send them out of the country politely and firmly.
These days are called 'Selebes' by the elves, which means celebration days.
The dragonborn nodded, indicating that he saw it.
"very good."
The female elf said this. She took off the long bow she was carrying and put an arrow on it.
"Didn't you say you want to see the elves' magic? Watch it."
The female elf bent her bow and took aim.
"I will shoot the second forked branch from the crown of the highest apple tree!" The elf's voice was as soft, graceful, and moving as usual, but what he said made the Dragonborn blurt out "How is that possible?" .
"Breeze from Eredluin, send my arrows thither!"
The female elf stood on the hill, her jade lips parted slightly, her beautiful face shimmered with silver light, she let go of her hand, and an arrow shot out of the string like a fast-paced arrow.
"Du~"
The arrow cut across a distance of a thousand meters and accurately hit the second branch from the crown of the tallest apple tree!
This is not over yet.
The female elf who had just shot the first arrow quickly raised her bow and shot at a speed that was almost an afterimage, and shot out nine arrows in one breath!
Toot toot toot.
The arrows were like infrared guidance, hitting every arrow in front of them accurately, breaking them from the center, piercing the trembling arrow body, and hitting the one hit by the first arrow. A dent, a series of nine arrows broke the arm-thick tree trunk from it!
Damn it!
Dragon Byrne's eyes were wide open, and his mouth was so big that he could fit an... apple into it.
