Rivendell! Without enduring a thousand hardships, they still arrived at the legendary elven capital

Just as fantasy novels portrayed them, elves had always remained immensely popular—and proud.

Though these races from fantasy novels and other artistic works came from different sources, without exception they all shared three traits: long lifespans bordering on immortality, extraordinary beauty, and talents blessed by nature. These three qualities gave elves every reason to inspire envy, jealousy, and resentment.

Like the elven princess Arwen, she possessed the exceedingly rare gift of divine speech. Given time to chant it, she could become a calamity incarnate. Though she was still too young, and what she displayed could only be classified as extraordinary potential, she was still far inferior to Galadriel—the Lady of Light, hailed as the strongest elf in Middle-earth, an existence who stood at the very pinnacle even among the Maiar.

Moreover, although Arwen possessed a pure and tranquil temperament and was remarkably gentle and kind-hearted, she was still an elf. More than that, she was the beloved daughter of Elrond, lord of Rivendell, one of the three great elven realms of Middle-earth—the famed elven princess. The pride that radiated from the depths of her soul was something she had been born with.

Wang Zhen and the others were strangers of unknown identity and origin who had suddenly appeared beside her lover, Aragorn. They had also displayed the war implements that were now most scarce among humans. Their purpose was naturally obvious.

This was an open scheme.

Though Princess Arwen was young, she was not some love-struck girl ignorant of the world. She naturally saw through such an obvious open scheme. Aragorn had already discussed it with her and asked her not to deliberately target them, but he had also suggested that she display some strength to intimidate them.

That was precisely why Arwen had frozen the river with divine-speech magic