Chapter 1174 Elf Wonderland

"Archer, I think you can retire!" Devalin said to Kili, the original archer in the team.

Kili: "..."

The dwarves stood on the wasteland where the corpses of several orcs and several wolves were lying, each leaning on their weapons, looking up at the direction when they came from afar, but they could only see a vast landscape of withered yellow, and the wind seemed to become tangible. Yes, every time it swept across the wasteland it made waves on the ground.

Looking at it like this, it seems that the Orcs and Wargs can't be seen at all, but they all know that this way of escaping is full of dangers.

But nature is so broad-minded, no matter how evil the Orcs are, and how fierce the Wargs are, they will fall silently on this wasteland without causing any movement, and they will definitely leave nothing behind.

For example, Thorin, the heir of Turin blood, and Gandalf, the sorcerer who descended into the world, are so small when they walk on this wasteland, they look like an ant from a distance.

"Oh, where did we come from..." Balin said the true purpose of his staring into the distance.

They had been running with Gandalf before, and had long since lost their original direction. They only focused on getting rid of the Orcs, so that they didn't even know where they came from now. The clouds just blocked the sun, making it difficult to distinguish east, west, north and south.

Gandalf glanced at Anyang, who was returning the bow and arrow to Kili, and said, "Kili's arrows have run out. We need to find a place to replenish arrows."

"Agreed, I also lost my biscuits and water during the escape, and I need to find a place to replenish."

"But is there really a place for supplies in these barren mountains and mountains?" Sorin questioned.

"Yes." Gandalf was silent, turned and rode into a wood, and said, "Follow me."

Everyone looked suspicious, but they still chose to believe him.

The horses were already too tired, so they stopped as soon as they entered the woods. There are both dry grass on the wasteland and shade in the woods. There is also a small stream flowing through it. It is really the best place to repair and restore physical strength.

"Well! This water is good, very clear!"

"Really? I'm thirsty too!"

The dwarves fetched water from the creek to drink, and the horses stretched their necks a little further down to drink, and then went outside to eat hay, or to rest in silence.

"puff!"

A warhorse snorted.

"Thanks to you this time, archer!" Balin, whose beard and hair were all white, walked over with a water bag and said.

"It's okay." Anyang smiled.

"Don't say those words, no matter what, we owe you a favor. Without you, we might not be able to escape at all!" Balin said sincerely, which aroused the deep approval of the dwarves.

"OK then."

After a long rest, Gandalf said: "It's time to go, guys, no one can guarantee that there will be orcs behind, we have to get out of here quickly, if necessary, maybe we can change the way, now everyone follow me !"

"Going into the forest?" Dwalin frowned.

"do you have any opinion?"

"No, I mean, do you really remember how to get there? Can't remember wrong!"

"I'm not old and confused!" Gandalf leaned on his cane, pretending to be angry, then got on his horse and walked into the depths of the dense forest on his own.

The people were helpless and had to follow behind them.

"Maybe he is right. At this time, the target on the wasteland is too obvious. It is safe to pass through the forest." Balin looked up at the sky. If you identify it, you will know that even if there is a deviation in this direction, it will not go anywhere, at most it is just a detour!

"Come on, we have no choice!"

Gandalf took them through the dense forest at first, and soon found a path. Although it was not wide, the road condition was relatively good, and there were faint traces of horseshoes trampling over it.

As he walked along this road, the deeper he went, the more doubts in Sorin's eyes became heavier.

I don't know how long I have walked, the peaks and turns have turned, twisted and turned, until I crossed a mountain, and my eyes suddenly opened up——

It is a fairyland like a fairy tale. The exquisite buildings are backed by the steep mountains, and the palaces are formed layer by layer. The waterfalls like white silk are scattered in the palace. Mo, the coming autumn season makes the vegetation in the mountains show gorgeous colors.

Anyang seemed to hear the sound of the falling waterfall. His eyes crossed the distance of thousands of meters, and he saw the arch bridges and corridors connecting the scattered palaces, most of which crossed the sky or went straight up, which added a lot of grandeur and majesty to this fairy tale.

Just like the dwelling depicted in the epic.

"Imralis Valley." Gandalf came to the front, leaning on his cane, "but people usually call it by another name, Rivendell."

"Rivendell." Baggins stared at the front, a little dull and shocking in his eyes.

This is the fairyland temple described in countless human books in Middle-earth. Even those knight novels and the stories of the bards will describe it as a very sacred place, so the name Rivendell is in many human beings. A child's heart is probably the purest and most yearning dream.

Baggins dreamed of coming here since he was a child. At that time, he ran away from home every day, in the fields and woods, eager to find the traces of the elves, and dreamed of accidentally finding the legendary Rivendell.

But when he grew up, he knew that it was almost a fairy tale, and he never thought that he would come here.

"Fate is so magical!" he murmured.

Thorin finally came to his senses, walked up to Gandalf, slammed his sword on the ground, and said, "This is the supply ground you said, and you actually asked us to seek help from the enemy!"

"There are no enemies here, Thorin Oakenshield. The only hostility you can find in this valley is the one you brought yourself, and beyond that, there is only goodwill." Gandalf stared into Thorin's eyes and called his name, which showed that he was already a little pissed at Sorin's stubbornness.

"You think the elves will bless our expedition? They'll try to stop us!"

"Of course they will, but will they succeed?"

"Of course not! Absolutely not!"

"Wouldn't that be enough?" Gandalf continued to stare into Thorin's eyes. "If we want to be successful, we must have strategy, help from others, mutual respect, and no small amount of charm. I am familiar with the elves. So you leave the task of communication to me, and you control your own temper."

"..."

About half an hour later, it was approaching dusk, and the color of the sky was golden, as if a god was about to come into the world.

The river valley is relatively humid, and a thin layer of fog rises, and the golden sunlight shines from the distant mountain tops, showing a piece by piece, reflecting the fog, making Rivendell even more dreamy.

Seeing this elven fortress up close, its beauty is almost irresistible.

The color of autumn decorates it just right, it is the favorite pigment in fairy tales, and the light and color are so soft and beautiful, exquisite statues and magnificent palaces, haunting the golden sky, mountains and waterfalls and green. Withered stones became its backdrop, and a staircase of white marble led into the distance.

"Oh……"

Anyang heard Baggins' soft exclamation.

There are two elf guards in front, wearing delicate pale gold armor, holding spears in their hands, and fully armed. At first glance, they are very well equipped. In addition, they are tall and straight, motionless, like two works of art standing there.

The crowd did not approach the guards, but stopped in an open space surrounded by burning torches, looked around, nervously alerted, and waited for an interview.

Soon, an elf in a fine robe came out, and he passed the guards and looked directly at Gandalf.

"Mislanda."

"Ah Linde!" Gandalf turned around when he heard someone call his elf's name, showing a look of surprise.

This elf named Linde does not look young, but for the elf's age that is almost immortal, no one knows how old he is this year, and he did not overly respond to Gandalf's enthusiasm. Pausing, with a naturally arrogant expression on his face, he raised his head slightly and looked at Gandalf: "I heard that you have come to the valley."

"Yes, I am looking for Lord Elon!"

"Master Elon is not here." Lin De said lightly.

"Not here?" asked Gandalf, frowning. "Where is he?"

At this moment, a long trumpet sounded from behind.

Gandalf turned around immediately, and saw a group of elven cavalry approaching from the overpass corridor behind him. The one behind him, wearing fine armor, was the Lord of Elrond, the actual controller of this city, and the Jianghu people called him King Elrond.

The dwarves suddenly panicked, and they all ran forward and dragged Baggins to the back, holding weapons in a circle.

"Watch out!"

The elven cavalry also noticed their stern formation, and immediately came forward on horseback, surrounded them with flag guns or spears, and circled them constantly, looking down at this group of peasant warriors who seemed to be coming from the countryside. Yes, compared to the well-equipped and well-trained elven army, the dwarven warriors in black sackcloth and ugly armour, armed with hammers or axes, are like a rabble from the country!

Apart from Gandalf, Anyang was the only one who was relatively calm. He also patted Baggins on the shoulder and said softly to him, "Don't be nervous, it's impossible to fight."

"You should tell them this." Baggins pointed at the dwarves who were facing the enemy, his voice trembling slightly.

"I'm afraid they won't listen to me." Anyang shrugged and motioned Baggins to relax, then looked up at the elf cavalry with shining armor and unusually handsome looks, and said, "Don't you really want to see elves? Look, There are so many elves in front of you, now you can see enough, at least they won't charge like circus clowns."

"..." The young hobbit swallowed.

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