Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1066 1048. Greetings from friends

 Lady Galadriel seemed to have a deep friendship with Gandalf, and the two of them chatted some more on the platform.

The witcher who had already walked down saw Elrond standing on the stairs.

The elf lord stood on a small platform in the middle of the spiral staircase, looking at Lan En who was walking down.

 “You’re welcome, Adanisil.”

Elrond nodded gracefully, causing Lan to raise his eyebrows.

"What?"

"You have a mission to fulfill, and I facilitated this meeting. After Lady Galadriel has finished talking to Gandalf, she will stay in Rivendell for a while. You have plenty of time to deal with what you have suffered. "

Elrond shrugged.

 “So I say: You’re welcome.”

I have to say that Elrond is quite humorous in his character when there are no emergencies or serious situations.

 He took a few steps up the steps so that his head was level with Lan's.

This angle just allows you to see the platform above.

In the morning sunshine, Galadriel and Gandalf stood under the arch, talking to each other. The atmosphere between them was as natural and comfortable as an all-too-familiar old friend.

With a smile on his face, Elrond tilted his head in the direction of the two people, looked at Lan and said.

 “You know what’s going on in this picture”

As he spoke, Elrond made a 'picture frame' with his hands, framing Galadriel, Gandalf, and the sun together.

 “What’s the youngest thing?”

 Generally speaking, no one would choose the Suns, but Lan En blurted it out.

"sun."

"Um?"

Sure enough, Elrond had a choked expression on his face.

 “Wait. Why?”

 “Because I know you want to tease me.”

 The young witcher said with a sneer.

“Okay, now you can reveal the answer to this question, brain teaser? Homophone? Or something else?”

“To be honest, when someone wants to ask a joke or riddle, I can tell the answer in one breath, and then watch the person who asked the question awkwardly explain the punchline. Sometimes it makes me feel good.”

But Elrond was not embarrassed.

“I didn’t expect that a joke could be played like this. It’s really profound. But maybe it’s because I’m not very good at it, so I’m afraid you won’t be able to see my awkward way of explaining the punchline today, Adanisil.”

This time it was Lan En's turn to gradually freeze the sneer on his face.

 “Wait. What?”

“Meaning: This is not a riddle or a brainteaser, young Lann.”

 Elrond had a relaxed smile on his face.

“The sun in the sky is indeed the youngest thing in this picture.”

 Elrond led the way down.

“The current sun and moon rose at the beginning of the First Era, which also symbolizes the beginning of the First Era.”

“Before the First Era, it was called the [Era of the Two Trees] by us elves, because what illuminated Arda and brought light to the world were two giant trees growing in the blessed land.”

“They are one of gold and one of silver, planted by Valar’s ​​own hand, and their light is holy and pure, illuminating all.”

“Lady Galadriel is one of the few elves who remains in Middle-earth and has witnessed the light of the Two Holy Trees in the Blessed Land of the West. You have seen her eyes, haven’t you?”

“The light of the twin sacred trees still remains in her eyes.”

“Then the twin sacred trees were sucked by Morgoth and his helper from the Void, the [giant spider] Ugoliant, who sucked the sap and injected venom into them and died.”

“Then the Valar ascended to heaven with the flowers of the silver tree and became the moon, and with the fruit of the gold tree they ascended to heaven and became the sun. Then the first age began.”

The witcher blinked, feeling more certain.

　　A world with a clear Creator God is bustling, and the sun and moon have only been born not long ago.

Lane's surprised and dazed look made Elrond smile.

 Ethics with short life spans always find it hard to believe these things.

 All other races in this world can be said to have "short lifespans" for elves.

 For the Elves are immortal, and are the firstborn children of Ilúvatar, and shall live until the destruction of Arda.

Physical death is but a stage, and their souls will be reunited in the halls of Mandos after their physical death.

It was even possible to take time out from the halls of Mandos and play in Valinor, the blessed land where the Valar lived.

So Elrond was not surprised that Lann didn't know what the sun and moon above his head were.

 Because most human beings with limited life spans do not know these things.

At this moment, Lan En's curiosity reminded him of the topic they discussed during dinner at Old Tom's house.

"So." the witcher asked hesitantly, "I heard people said that Arda used to be a round sky? When did it turn into a ball?"

“Ah, this happened not long ago.” Elrond said easily while walking down the stairs easily.

 But Lan En can no longer believe the words of the local elf that "it's not long." Who knows what the concept is?

“It was at the end of the Second Age that Ilúvatar was angered by the Númenóreans and greatly changed the terrain of Arda, becoming a ball.”

“Later on, the Valar and Willi were no longer allowed to carry out activities such as raising mountains and changing the land in Middle-earth. They even rarely set foot in Middle-earth.”

—

The dwarves left, and Gandalf followed them.

Rivendell has restored its former tranquility and elegance.

Not long after Mrs. Galadriel finished talking to Gandalf, she found Lann on the small bridge over the leaf-filled pool in Rivendell.

To be precise, it wasn’t ‘found’, but Lan En was wandering around as usual, and when he turned the corner from the grass wall trimmed by the gardener, Mrs. Galadriel was already standing on the bridge.

 Her beautiful eyes looked down at the fallen leaves floating in the weak water.

Lan En was just stunned for a moment, and then walked to the side of Mrs. Galadriel in a normal and comfortable manner.

 “Good afternoon, madam.”

 “Good afternoon, Adanisil.”

Galadriel raised his head with interest and looked at Lan En beside him.

 “Can you accompany me for a walk?”

"Honored."

The two of them walked side by side on the small stone bridge. The red leaves not only floated into the pool, but also fell on the stone bridge.

 The pool is so clear that it reflects the entire sky, the stone bridge, and the people on the bridge.

"That sword." Lady Galadriel said as she walked, "Please take it out again and let me see it."

Even though Lan En could feel that the Elf Queen beside her was deliberately suppressing her own power, she could still bring out an ethereal echo when she spoke.

 That is a huge and high-quality power reverberating.

 An elf who is older than the sun and the moon. The elves in this world may really be able to fight with the gods, and maybe even win!

The Sword of the Lady of the Lake was drawn out by Lan En with one hand, and the light of the sword, as clear as lake water, fell into Galadriel's hand.

As soon as she got it, the Elf Queen raised her lips in a funny way.

"This is not the shape I taught her originally. I only taught her how to forge swords, not swords."

 “This knife turns out to be indeed a long sword.”

Lan En said in surprise, while looking sideways at the Elf Queen.

“It’s just that my habits and skills are more suitable for the shape of the knife, so I asked the lady to help me change it. Did you teach her this forging technique?”

Galadriel's hand played with the long knife with skill and dexterity.

 At the same time, there was a reminiscing smile on her face.

 “That was a long time ago.”

“I was in Valinor, learning from many Valar and Vali. I did not know it then, but I was going eastward to Middle-earth.”

“Nimue suddenly appeared in Valinor at that time. She and I were still young, and we were rare friends.”

“We chatted under the twin sacred trees, and the Valar looked at Nimue with kindness. They didn’t mind me sharing what I had learned with her.”

 Speaking of this, Galadriel's face showed a smile of happiness and relief that only appeared when old people recalled the beautiful days of the past.

 But soon, the smile was mixed with a hint of pride and teasing.

“Of course, Nimue is not smart. She learns slowly and complicatedly. In fact, she doesn’t learn anything at all. If you compare her with me.”

With this change in expression and tone, Lan En's closed mouth made a muffled sound, and even this muffled sound was immediately choked back by him.

 He is not stupid, so don’t talk at this time!

There was a soft sound of "ding" that echoed constantly, and Galadriel's long and elegant knuckles struck Arondette's sword.

 She had a smile on her lips, as if she were laughing at a friend's joke, which made the sacred and noble light around her become more approachable.

"Thank you for being so good, Lan En. Nimue was stupid again. She dared to convert the sword shape I taught her into a sword without processing it."

“This is the skill that Auli, the **** of craftsmen, taught me.”

Galadriel's voice was a little deep, mature and steady.

 Hence, the lethality in comments cannot be underestimated.

 Lan En could already feel the corners of his mouth twitching.

 Galadriel and Lann walked across the stone bridge and strolled through the neatly and elegantly manicured gardens, revealing the elves' artistic qualities.

 The Elf Queen holds the knife behind her back and swipes lightly. On a green leaf by the roadside, there was a shallow scratch that did not even cut through the thickness of the leaf.

“Well, she also attached a unique magic to this sword that she researched herself? That’s really a bit of an improvement.”

 After a round of comments with a gun and a stick, Galadriel suddenly stopped in the garden.

 The teasing and evil smile just now disappeared from her beautiful face.

 She looked down at the long knife in her hand, and in the end she only had a nostalgic smile.

 “Is she okay now, Adanisil?”

Galadriel said softly, her fingers gently brushing Arondette's blade as if touching her good friend.

 “The Lady of the Lake is well now, ma’am.”

 Lan En said sincerely.

 The Elf Queen responded with a grateful smile.

"Thanks."