Elf Queen [Seeking Recommendation Tickets]

"Chirp chirp."

A small bird with snow-white wings looked at Lord Elrond through the window and chirped softly, its call clear and melodious.

Lord Elrond turned his head and saw the bird, a smile immediately appearing on his face.

"Gandalf, accompany me for a walk later."

Lord Elrond took a sip of the amber-colored fruit wine in his exquisite goblet, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Of course, it would be my honor."

Gandalf popped a small, intricately shaped dessert pastry into his mouth, chewed, swallowed, and nodded with a smile.

In the small garden.

The Company's lavish barbecue dinner was still in full swing.

Dinner was in full swing.

The dwarves drank heartily, ate heartily, and told corny jokes loudly, living it up.

Morgan, with a beautiful oak pipe clenched between his teeth, sat by the fire, puffing away.

The oak pipe was, of course, from Rivendell.

It was the afternoon two days prior. Morgan was in a quiet corner of the small garden, tirelessly practicing his Archery.

He was coincidentally discovered by Lord Elrond, who was wandering around.

Of course, Morgan didn't believe Lord Elrond's claim that he was just strolling.

In any case, the powerful Lord Elrond encountered Morgan practicing Archery and was greatly surprised by Morgan's skill.

In his previous life, Morgan's success wasn't solely due to his own strength, but also his seasoned experience in dealing with people.

Coupled with the decent impression he had left from his previous interactions with Lord Elrond.

And now, his Archery was so superb it could almost be called divine.

Morgan and Lord Elrond's conversation was very pleasant.

This time, Lord Elrond clearly showed goodwill towards Morgan, not just the polite courtesy he had extended before as Gandalf's friend.

Their conversation greatly improved their relationship. As Lord Elrond was leaving, he asked Morgan if there was anything he needed.

Morgan decisively stated that he wanted a pipe.

Lord Elrond nodded and left with a smile.

And so, at dinner that evening, the elves delivered a fine oak pipe.

In his previous life, due to his profession, Morgan had never touched tobacco, and he drank alcohol very moderately.

Now that he had arrived in this world and had the Golden Thigh System, there was no need to be so restrained.

As for the tobacco he was smoking, he had wheedled it from Gandalf.

Gandalf, due to his relationship with Lord Elrond, had received a large supply of top-quality tobacco from him.

Morgan, being envious, had boldly asked Lord Elrond for the pipe.

Returning to the main topic.

The dwarves were drinking, eating meat, and still boisterously telling corny jokes.

Morgan, having eaten and drunk his fill, was puffing away on his pipe nearby.

Elsewhere, the white-bearded dwarf Balin was still chatting with Thorin Oakenshield.

"Did the elves 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 elves were going to help, they should have said something by now."

Balin was silent for a moment, then continued in a deep voice.

"I know."

Thorin Oakenshield nodded, remained silent for a moment, finished the wine in his bottle, and got up to walk away.

With his spirit strengthened to LV3, Morgan's senses were much better than before.

Although the surroundings were noisy, he could still hear every word Balin and Thorin Oakenshield said.

The Company had been in Rivendell for a week.

Although Morgan knew the Company would eventually leave, he didn't know the exact time.

Now, after hearing the conversation between Balin and Thorin Oakenshield, He knew that the time to leave Rivendell would not be long.

"Puff, puff."

Morgan smoked, gazing absently at the flickering bright yellow flames before him.

Just then, Morgan suddenly turned his head, looking at Thorin Oakenshield's receding back as he disappeared from view, and immediately thought of something.

Given Thorin Oakenshield's stubbornness, his decision to leave meant the Company would certainly not be staying much longer.

In the remembered plot, the reason he left without saying goodbye was precisely because he overheard a conversation between Gandalf and Elrond.

In that conversation, it was Elrond's dissatisfaction with this expedition and his dissatisfaction with Thorin Oakenshield.

This led the incredibly proud Thorin Oakenshield to bid farewell to neither Gandalf nor the Elves.

Instead, he chose to leave directly.

Could it be tonight?

The night Thorin Oakenshield heard the conversation between Gandalf and Elrond!

Thinking of this, Morgan could no longer sit still.

The world exploration progress of the system within his body was moving incredibly slowly.

Morgan was unwilling to give up any plot point that could increase his exploration progress.

Besides, even if he guessed wrong, he had nothing to lose.

Thinking of this, Morgan did not hesitate; he immediately stood up and strode in the direction Thorin Oakenshield had gone.

Deep within Rivendell.

Gandalf, dressed in grey robes, was walking along an exquisite, winding path with Elrond, chatting as they went.

Elrond said with some dissatisfaction, "Gandalf, you should have told me the purpose of your and Thorin Oakenshield's visit sooner."

Gandalf quickly replied, "Of course I intended 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 am doing."

Elrond said in a deep voice, "Do you really?"

"That dragon has been asleep for sixty years. If your plan fails, what if the dragon wakes up?"

Gandalf retorted, "What if we succeed?"

"If the Dwarves reclaim that mountain, our defensive line in the East will be strengthened."

Elrond shook his head, "This is too risky a move, Gandalf."

Gandalf continued to argue, "It is also dangerous if we do nothing."

"Come on, Thorin is the rightful King of Erebor. What exactly are you afraid of?"

As the words fell, Elrond stopped in his tracks, turned around, stood before Gandalf, and said in a deep voice, "Have you forgotten?"

"His family has a history of madness."

"His grandfather went mad, and his father was afflicted by the same sickness."

"Do you dare say that Thorin Oakenshield won't be the same?"

"Gandalf, these are not things we can decide."

"The state of Middle-earth is not something you or I can change."

Listening to his old friend's solemn words, Gandalf knew he would not be able to persuade him today.

He could only continue to state the Dwarves' stance.

"With or without our help, those Dwarves will head toward that mountain."

"They are determined to reclaim their home!"

"I don't think Thorin feels he needs to ask anyone for permission."

"In fact, I feel the same way."

Gandalf strode after Elrond, speaking loudly of the Dwarves' decision in an attempt to salvage something.

As the two reached the entrance of an exquisite pavilion at the top of the hill, Elrond suddenly turned around and looked at his old friend, "You have a point, but it is not me you need to ask."

As he spoke, Elrond stepped aside.

Then, Gandalf saw an ethereal, breathtakingly beautiful figure shrouded in the hazy moonlight, possessing an otherworldly temperament.

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