Leisurely Time [Seeking Recommendation Tickets]

Early the next morning.

When Morgan woke up, the sky was already bright.

The warm autumn sunlight shone through the large trees outside and into the exquisite window, casting mottled spots of light across the polished floor.

From time to time, crisp and pleasant birdsong drifted in from outside.

The room was refined, filled with decorations of a distinctly fantastical style.

A soft, large bed with white sheets and quilts.

Gazing at the unfamiliar and quiet surroundings.

Having just awakened from his slumber, Morgan sat on the bed in a daze, unable to process his situation for a moment: Where am I? It feels like I just had a very long dream.

Soon, as his rebooting brain quickly returned to normal, memories flooded back like a tide.

Only then did Morgan remember that he was in the legendary Elven city, Rivendell.

The system, the wizard Gandalf, the dwarves, and the Orcs that appeared in his dream were not just a fleeting fantasy.

They were everything he had deeply experienced over the past two months.

It was just that he had slept so soundly that he hadn't reacted immediately upon waking.

"Whew."

Exhaling a long breath, Morgan flopped back onto the soft bed.

This sleep had finally been restful, leaving his entire body with an unprecedented sense of ease.

Although, before encountering the Orc night raid.

The Expedition Team had been traveling smoothly, but they were in the wild, after all.

Morgan had always been cautious and suspicious.

Even when there were people keeping watch at night, Morgan's sleep had only ever remained at the shallowest surface level.

Not to mention that in the Company, everyone had at most a thin blanket to wrap themselves in or lie upon, so how could they sleep well?

Now that he was in Rivendell, it was different.

This was one of the most powerful and safest places in all of Middle-earth.

Morgan naturally had nothing to worry about sleeping here.

Only when his heart let down its guard could his body achieve the deepest and best quality of sleep.

Morgan only lay on the bed for a short while before getting up.

He hadn't forgotten that he had yet to master the White Crow Swordsmanship and Archery that had just been enhanced by the system.

Now that he had rare free time, he naturally had to seize the opportunity to train.

The fact that he could sleep until dawn instead of being woken up by the dwarves in the middle of the night meant that the extended version from the plot in his memory was the normal one.

Morgan was clear on this in his heart.

Although he didn't know exactly how long the Company would stay in Rivendell.

But through some scenes in his memory of the plot, he could tell that the time the Company spent in Rivendell shouldn't be too short.

However, regardless of the duration of their stay.

Morgan would not forget his habit of training every day.

The Elves had prepared the washing utensils yesterday.

After Morgan finished washing up and dressed simply, he opened the door and walked toward the room where the dwarves were staying.

The Elves had handed the breakfast food over to the dwarves yesterday.

This was something the dwarves had requested themselves, as they truly couldn't stomach the common food of the Elves.

They had brought it up to Lord Elrond after the banquet.

Knowing the habits of the dwarves and being understanding, Lord Elrond had naturally agreed to their request.

Although Morgan could eat the vegetarian food of the Elves, he could only do so occasionally.

Given his current appetite and the energy required for his large amount of daily exercise, eating vegetarian food made him hungry too easily.

In comparison, the diet of the dwarves, who were pure carnivores, was clearly more to Morgan's liking.

The room where Morgan stayed was not far from the dwarves.

As soon as he stepped out, Morgan saw two campfires lit in a small garden not far away.

A pot was hanging over one campfire, and a grill was set up over the other.

Bombur, the "chef" of the Company, and Ori, the "assistant cook," were busy at work.

Some of the other dwarves were sunbathing, some were chatting, and others were gathered together playing cards.

Morgan knew clearly that there were no cards in the Company.

The only explanation was that these dwarves had gotten the cards from the Elves.

"Good morning, Morgan."

"Good morning."

"How did you sleep last night, Morgan?"

"Very well, and you?"

"Not great. The elven beds are too soft."

"Good morning, Morgan."

"Morning, Dori. You don't look like you have much energy."

"Sigh, I had insomnia last night."

"Why?"

"The elves' beds are just too soft. I couldn't fall asleep."

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Morgan walked over as the dwarves greeted him along the way.

The weather was beautiful today, and everyone in the Company seemed to be in a great mood.

No, not just seemed to be—they were genuinely in high spirits.

Rivendell had a wonderful environment and beautiful scenery, and even the elves they encountered on the road were all handsome and fair, which, combined with such fine weather, made it easy for anyone to be in a good mood.

"Good morning, Morgan."

At that moment, a voice came from behind him.

Morgan turned his head to see a spirited Bilbo standing right behind him.

"Morning, Bilbo. How did you sleep last night?"

Morgan sat on a bench the dwarves had moved out and smiled.

"Very well. It's been a long time since I've slept in a bed that soft and comfortable," Bilbo laughed.

"I can tell."

"Why haven't I seen Gandalf?"

Morgan looked left and right before asking.

"I don't know either. I haven't seen Gandalf since last night."

"But he seems very familiar with this place. He's probably keeping Lord Elrond company right now."

As soon as Bilbo finished speaking, a familiar voice drifted over.

"I am not keeping Lord Elrond company; I have come to keep you company instead."

Hearing this, Morgan and Bilbo turned to see Gandalf, dressed in his wide grey robes and holding his staff, walking toward them with a smile.

"Good morning, Gandalf."

"Good morning, Dori. You don't look like you have much energy?"

"Morgan just said the same thing. I had insomnia."

"Oh, that is most unfortunate."

"Morning, Gandalf."

"Good morning, Fili."

Gandalf greeted the dwarves as he walked along, then looked at the two sitting on the bench and smiled. "Well? You two shouldn't be suffering from insomnia like Dori, should you?"

"Of course not. The elven beds are very soft. Last night was the best sleep I've had since leaving Hobbiton," Bilbo quickly laughed.

"And you, Morgan?"

Gandalf sat on the bench and immediately took out the pipe hanging from his waist.

"The same as Bilbo, of course. It's been a long time since I've been this relaxed."

"By the way, Gandalf, how long will we be staying here?"

Morgan smiled, then asked in a low voice.

Hearing Morgan's question, Gandalf fell silent for a moment before smiling. "Hmm, let's just stay for now. You've all had a hard time lately, anyway."

His old friend, Lord Elrond, had told him last night to wait for someone in Rivendell, though he hadn't specified who it was.

Since even he wasn't clear on the matter, it was naturally not something he could tell Morgan.

"That works out perfectly. It's not often we get to visit Rivendell; we should take this chance to enjoy ourselves properly."

Sensing that Gandalf might have something on his mind, Morgan didn't press the matter, nodding with a smile.

"This is indeed a rare opportunity."

Gandalf tapped his pipe and chuckled.

Just then, a rich aroma wafted from the campfire nearby.

The first breakfast since arriving in Rivendell was ready.