Toward evening Frodo awoke again, feeling now that he no longer had an urgent need for rest or sleep, but for food and drink, and when he had had enough, perhaps to sing and hear a story. So he got out of bed and found that a set of clean green clothes had been prepared for him, and they fit him perfectly.
When he looked in the mirror, he was shocked to see that the person in the mirror was much thinner than he remembered, when he was still so young and always followed Bilbo on outings in the Shire. But now he looked a little tired in the mirror, as if something was squeezing him. Only his eyes were still bright and thoughtful.
"Yes, since you took on that responsibility, you can never go back." He said to the person in the mirror, "But now is the time to get together, at least that's what Gandalf said! There is nothing worth worrying about. Leave it to tomorrow." He stretched and whistled a little tune.
Just then there was a knock on the door and it was Sam. He ran towards Frodo, seeming extremely happy, but then he stopped.
"Hello, Mr. Frodo."
"Good evening, Sam!" said Frodo. "It must be night, right?"
"Yes, it's time to enjoy dinner." Sam said, his eyes sparkling and he was dancing. "Master, it's great to see you get up and return to your original appearance! I saw you in pain at that time , I thought... But well, Lord Elrond has cured you. This is really something to be thankful for for a hundred days! Gandalf sent me to see if you are ready to go downstairs. I thought he was joking. "
"I am ready," said Frodo. "Let us go and find the others!"
Sam was even happier. He said, "This house is so big. You never know what you will see when you turn the corner. Elves, Master! There are elves here and there, everywhere! Some are like kings, making people fear and respect, and some are happy." Just like a child. Also, you will definitely not know who I met - although I just took a look from a distance, you will definitely not believe what I saw with my eyes! He... It's not that I don't want to tell you , I just think that the feeling will become more real when you see it with your own eyes!”
"Well, Sam. What you say makes me more curious." Frodo said, holding Sam's arm. "But I need a good dinner now. Is this how Gandalf asked you to come to me?" ?”
Sam's excitement had subsided a little, and he led Frodo through several walkways and down many stairs to a garden high above a steep bank.
Frodo found his friends sitting on the porch on the east side of the house. They were all wearing new clothes, and there was a certain exquisiteness in their plainness. It was obvious that these were the creations of the elves.
The valley below was already shrouded in shadow, but the towering mountains in the distance were still shrouded in the afterglow. The wind was warm, the sound of rushing water was loud, and the dusk air was filled with the light fragrance of trees and flowers.
"Wow!" Pippin jumped up and shouted: "Our noble cousin is coming! Make way for the Lord of the Rings!"
"Hush!" Gandalf came out from the darkness behind the corridor and scolded, "No evil can enter this valley, but we still shouldn't mention it by name. Frodo is not the Lord of the Rings. He belongs to the Black Tower of Mordor. The master is. We are indeed in a safe fortress, but it is also true that it is getting darker and darker outside."
"Gandalf has a lot to say about this unappetizing...I mean cheerful stuff," said Pippin. "He thinks I need to behave myself. But somehow I stay here." I just can't feel down and down. If I knew what song to sing for this occasion, I would have sung it."
Frodo laughed, "There will be a chance. But at this moment, I want to eat and drink more!"
"I always say, Frodo, you are always so cunning!" said Pippin: "Getting up just in time for dinner is what all hobbits long for!"
"And it's not just a meal, it's a feast!" Merry said, his expression much higher than when they came out of the Shire, as if the dark scene before had completely faded from their bodies: "As soon as Gandalf said you recovered Okay, let’s start preparations.”
Before he finished speaking, some kind of clear bells rang together, seeming to call everyone to the hall.
"Lord Elrond is inviting his guests." Gandalf said with a smile: "Now, you who are hungry, please move forward!"
The halls of Elrond's house were crowded: mostly elves, but there were also a few guests of other races.
Among them, what amazed Frodo the most was the silver-white king that Sam could never forget - Turka Aracano and his family.
Yes.
The two brothers Alatu and Nolatu were also at the table, and were very close to the main seat. Moreover, judging from their expressions, it seemed that they had been severely punished by their father, and they were sitting in their seats seriously and being good children. Frodo was surprised to find that opposite them, the other twin was looking at him with a smile.
Frodo later learned that they were Elrond's two sons.
Frodo had never seen Elrond before, a figure mentioned in many legends; neither did the Lord of the Golden Flower - he only saw Glorfindel, tall and straight, with a young and handsome face, bold and fearless, and full of enthusiasm. Rejoice. He has brilliant blond hair, sharp and bright eyes, a melodious voice, wisdom between his brows, and strength in his hands.
Elrond is neither old nor young, but his handsome face contains all kinds of stories, and his black hair is like the shadow before dawn, with a silver hoop on his hair. Gray eyes are like clear dusk, containing the light of stars. He is not only like a king who has gone through hardships and hardships, making people awe-inspiring; but also like a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles and is young and powerful.
Gandalf was slightly shorter than the other two, but he had long snow-white hair, flying silver beard, and broad shoulders. He looked like a wise king in ancient legends. His face was weathered, and his dark eyes under his thick snow-white eyebrows were like coals that could instantly ignite a fire.
But even so, their majesty cannot compare with the silver king. I saw the faint starlight in the eyes of this awe-inspiring king constantly seeping out from his golden vertical pupils. His long black satin-like hair was tied behind his head with a mithril forehead crown. His expression was majestic and gentle. Sometimes his voice is as heart-warming as the breeze, and sometimes it is as majestic and reverberating as the waves. But when he meditates, everyone laughs again.
Coupled with his majestic body, Elrond, who looked like a king on one side and showed his majesty, even felt a lot of pressure.
ah.
Now the power of the Silver King has begun to exceed what the rules of this world allow. Although he is trying his best to restrain himself, his power still makes the elves, dwarves, humans and hobbits sitting here feel extremely depressed.
As if aware of Frodo's gaze, Turka smiled and nodded to him.
Frodo was so frightened that he almost bowed to the Silver King with utmost respect.
In the middle of the long table, there is a canopied chair facing away from the tapestry on the wall. Sitting on it is a stunningly beautiful girl. She looked so much like Elrond that Frodo guessed she was a close relative of his. Her Maefrodo cannot even be described in words.
Frodo had never seen, never imagined, that there could be such a beauty in the world - she was as bright and beautiful as a star.
She is Arwen, daughter of Elrond.
In addition, Frodo also saw Aragorn and two other tall and handsome humans. They were Boromir and Faramir, the former princes of the human kingdom of Gondor. They were friends of Celedorien and were invited by Aratu and Noratu to attend Elrond's banquet.
Sitting on Frodo's right was a dwarf who was richly dressed and seemed to have a distinguished status. His forked beard was extremely long and as white as his snow-white robes. He wore a silver belt, and around his neck hung a necklace of diamonds and silver.
"Welcome, nice to meet you!" said the dwarf, turning to face him. Then he really stood up and bowed, saying: "Gloin is willing to serve you." He bent even lower.
"Frodo Baggins is willing to serve you and your family." Frodo jumped up in surprise, knocking the chair cushions apart, but he finally answered correctly, "You are the Gloin, the great Thorin ·One of the twelve companions of Oakenshield? Am I right?"
"You're right." The dwarf blinked, helped him pack up the chair cushions, then arranged them, and helped Frodo sit back on the chair kindly and politely, "and you are our friend, a relative of the famous Bilbo ,Is it right?"
Frodo was surprised and delighted. "How did you know?"
Gloin laughed: "Because Bilbo told us this! You are his adopted heir. He proudly told us this more than once! Ah, please allow me to congratulate you on your recovery."
