After tactfully declining Legolas's kind invitation, Li Wei followed Bilbo to a deserted spot and asked:
"What happened?"
"I went to see Thorin and the others, Li Wei." Bilbo sighed. The moment he had left the king's throne room, he had gone to visit the Dwarves. On his way back, he had happened to run into Li Wei.
After briefly explaining the Dwarves' situation, Bilbo hesitated before saying, "Actually, Thorin asked me to do something."
"Did you agree?"
"I—"
"I haven't agreed yet. After all, it's rather difficult, so I wanted to ask what you think. I don't know how to put it. Let me think..."
"In seven days, the Woodland Realm will hold the Starlight Feast. All the Elves are looking forward to it, including the prison guards. When the time comes, they'll all drink themselves senseless." Li Wei suddenly said something seemingly unrelated.
"Bilbo, I believe you have your own judgment."
He patted the Hobbit on the shoulder.
"While the feast is underway, I happen to have something to do and will need to leave for a while. Of course, not just that day—I may be separated from you all for some time afterward as well."
As he spoke, Li Wei took a Golden Apple with a smooth, lustrous sheen from his backpack.
"It contains healing power and can cure nearly any wound or injury."
He placed the apple in Bilbo's hand and continued, "I trust you, Bilbo. You'll know when to use it."
"This... no, no, no. I probably won't need it. You should keep it for yourself. You fight all the time, so you definitely need it more than I do!"
Bilbo immediately refused. Setting aside its effects, the thing looked incredibly precious.
"You will, Bilbo."
Looking into Li Wei's eyes, which seemed to see through