The Female Elves [Seeking Recommendation Tickets]

The dwarves were easily bought over by Gandalf's mention that Lord Elrond had invited them to a meal.

They followed the Expedition Team along the path leading to the castle of Rivendell.

Morgan stood beside Gandalf, struggling hard to suppress his laughter.

Gandalf, who had been conversing incessantly with Lord Elrond, suddenly turned his head, looked at Morgan, and asked in a suspicious whisper: "Can you understand Elvish?"

Morgan's spirit jolted, his smile vanishing in an instant. With a composed expression, he countered Gandalf's question: "Elvish?"

"What do you mean?"

"Of course I don't understand Elvish."

"Why would you ask that?"

Seeing that Morgan's look of confusion didn't seem feigned, Gandalf smiled, shook his head, and said it was nothing.

He immediately turned back around and continued his conversation with Lord Elrond.

The group followed Gandalf and Lord Elrond straight into the depths of Rivendell.

Along the way, the gardens, pavilions, gazebos, fountains, flowers, and buildings filled with a rich, fantastical atmosphere, along with all sorts of exquisite decorations, truly opened Morgan's eyes.

Lord Elrond was chatting away happily with Gandalf.

Morgan consciously dropped back a few paces to follow behind them.

At this moment, Bilbo, who had originally been standing with the dwarves, quickened his pace to catch up and walk alongside Morgan, chatting as they went.

Thorin Oakenshield led the group of dwarves at the very back.

The behavior of the dwarves was truly a bit embarrassing; they were all peering and gawking, then huddling together to whisper secretly.

Though they called it whispering, their voices were actually quite loud.

Morgan turned his head to glance at the dwarves behind him, then looked at Bilbo walking by his side.

He understood why Bilbo didn't want to walk with the dwarves.

Consequently, he consciously quickened his pace, soon putting some distance between himself and the dwarves behind.

Seeing this, Bilbo immediately sped up as well, catching up to Morgan once more.

Following Lord Elrond and Gandalf along this path, Morgan noticed that every male elf he encountered was tall and handsome, though perhaps due to an overly vegetarian diet, most were quite slender; there wasn't a single fat one among them.

While the male elves were all handsome, they leaned toward a feminine, androgynous style of beauty.

Such appearances immediately reminded Morgan of the male supermodels he had seen on runways in his past life.

The female elves did not disappoint Morgan either; each one was exquisitely featured, fair-skinned, and tall.

It left Morgan, seeing this for the first time, feeling somewhat dazed, as if he had arrived at a supermodel fashion show.

Although these female elves were not the type with explosive, curvaceous figures that would make one's heart race and stir impulsive desires at a single glance, this combination of tall, well-proportioned figures, exquisite features, fair skin, and a touch of delicate temperament was truly magnificent.

It wasn't that Morgan hadn't seen beautiful women before.

In his past life, he never lacked money; every time he won a high-stakes underground boxing match, he would find several high-end models to indulge with for the entire night.

As for race, he had mostly been with yellow-skinned and white-skinned women, and he had even tasted black women as well.

Morgan wasn't particularly picky in this regard; as long as the figure and appearance met his aesthetic standards, he had no taboos.

However, the kind of female elves found here in Rivendell, whom he would have collectively termed "high-fashion faces" in his past life, were indeed a first for him.

He felt that from this day forward, his standards for judging women would likely be invisibly raised.

Yet, the standard for anyone wishing to achieve something is self-discipline.

Morgan was the same; after finishing an underground boxing match and indulging wildly, the next step was training, training, and more training.

Now that he had come to this world, he didn't need to train as crazily as he did in his past life.

But the self-discipline he had cultivated as a habit had followed him here.

This was also the reason why, during his previous travels, he would train on his own whenever he had a spare moment.

However, as long as one is human, one will have desires.

Only by balancing work and rest can one maintain the best state and combat effectiveness.

Having endured two months of a bitter, ascetic-like adventurous life, it would be a lie to say Morgan wasn't moved by these charming and enchanting female elves.

Morgan liked these female elves, but he was not one of those ignorant, unsophisticated dwarves behind him.

The Elves were a race that placed great importance on etiquette.

To win their favor, one had to at least avoid being overly rude in terms of manners.

Visitors are rare in Rivendell.

The arrival of Gandalf, Morgan, Thorin, and the rest of the Company drew the attention of almost every Elf they encountered along the path.

Following behind Gandalf and Elrond.

Morgan offered a gentlemanly smile and a nod to every female Elf who cast a glance his way.

As for the gazes of the male Elves, he ignored them entirely.

The Elven race enjoys a long lifespan.

Living in a fairytale place like Rivendell, their lives are affluent and leisurely.

Yet, like all other living beings.

When there is too much idle time, one inevitably feels bored and restless.

A group consisting of a wizard, dwarves, a Hobbit, and a human is not a common sight.

Many of the Elves they passed stopped to watch, even those who were busy with tasks in their hands.

However, Elrond said nothing at all, focusing only on his conversation with Gandalf.

This gave Morgan a clear idea that the lifestyle of these Elves in Rivendell must be quite relaxed.

Being surrounded and watched by the Elves.

The group of dwarves seemed to become even more spirited.

"The female Elves are all too thin."

"Indeed, their cheekbones are too high, and they lack facial hair; their skin is far too smooth."

"And no beards at all."

"Tall and skinny, not a bit of meat on them; our dwarves are much better."

"Hey, this one isn't bad."

Kili the dwarf suddenly spoke up, looking at a tall figure with long hair ahead of them.

"Kili, what kind of eyes do you have? That's not an Elven maiden."

Fili quickly spoke up, and as his words fell, the figure ahead suddenly turned around—it was a male Elf.

"Ha."

"Hahahaha."

At this, the dwarves immediately burst into raucous laughter.

It caused everyone nearby to look over in surprise.

"Good heavens!"

Watching the group of dwarves behind him—who were boisterous wherever they went, knew nothing of manners, and were crude and vulgar—Bilbo covered his face, wishing he didn't know them at all.

"Hey, relax, Bilbo."

Noticing the strange behavior of Bilbo beside him, Morgan patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "It's not like today is the first day you've known them."

"I know, but... we are guests here now, you know."

"This is so impolite."

Bilbo gestured, feeling both indignant and helpless.

Watching Bilbo's somewhat exaggerated display of anger.

Morgan recalled how, even when his home was ransacked by dwarves over a month ago, he had still tried his best to maintain his composure.

The little fellow beside him was indeed a polite, dignified, good-natured, and proud Hobbit.

Patting Bilbo on the shoulder again, Morgan said nothing more.

Just then, two beautiful Elven maidens walked past the group together.

Morgan turned his head and saw the beautiful Elven maiden with long, golden hair staring at him intently.

Morgan smiled and met the beautiful Elven maiden's gaze.

He held it until she turned away, her face flushed with shyness.

The moment they followed Gandalf and Elrond into the garden.

Morgan murmured, "I like it here."

Thanks to "Ge Jian Ye Ting Yu" and "A Ha Ha Hai Pa" for their tips, thank you very much~~~