Elf King Elrond

Wesley waited. The elves around him were patient. The sun was about to set. Wesley had calculated for days that the time here was also twenty-four hours a day, but now they still had the concept of time.

Such a wait was long. Only when night fell did a male elf in a robe walk out. The surrounding elites were very respectful to him.

"Welcome, guest from afar. Thank you for saving my daughter, but I'm sorry, we have to be careful. You said you came from the north?" The Elven King asked.

"Yes, it's a wasteland, not some Troll forest," Wesley explained.

"I understand. You should have come from the Etten Wasteland and then arrived at the East and West Avenue. In the end, you saw Yaaga chasing all the way to the Bujunen Ferry. So the north your Yaaga said is not the north of a place, right?"

"I'm not sure. If I have a map, I can tell you more details. Besides, I can't tell you my specific background. I have my own difficulties. I hope you can understand."

"There is no problem with that. There is indeed no problem with a warrior who can kill two Ringwraiths. I am King Elrond of Rivendell. Welcome guests from afar. Please." King Elrond invited Wesley to enter Aredell.

Wesley walked alongside him, leading his horse. Elrond glanced at Wesley's equipment and saw that it was all ancient Elven things, thousands of years old. He was very curious about it, but it was not easy to ask. Wesley looked at him hesitantly and knew what he was thinking.

"Do you want to ask where these things came from? I can't say the details, but they belong to the first Elven King of the Elven race. They were given to me by someone. He had something for me to do, so he gave them to me to protect myself. There was also a longbow without arrows."

Elrond glanced at it curiously. He did not see a longbow, but he had heard of it. It was a longbow made by the first Elven King himself and used by Elven magic. But with the disappearance of the Elven King, the longbow was gone.

"Excuse me, but I'm also very curious about the relics of the first Elven King, but it's getting late. Please enjoy dinner and rest well. We'll talk tomorrow."

Wesley enjoyed the treatment of an Elven VIP. Dinner was full of vegetables and accompanied by music. There was nothing for him to be picky about. After enjoying it in peace, he took a hot shower. After all, he had been walking in the wilderness for a long time. At the same time, he had elves to help maintain and clean his weapons. New linings and robes were sent over.

Lying in the big soft bed, which smelled of flowers, Wesley finally fell into a deep sleep. He could finally get some rest, mainly because of the comfort of his heart.

The anxiety of taking the initiative to cross over, the will to be forced to help Middle-earth directly, the worry about the future, the desire to already be home, made Wesley a little tired. Apple knew all this, but there was nothing it could do. Now Wesley could relax in such an environment. Apple let Wesley sleep, and he did not wake him early the next morning, letting him sleep until he woke naturally.

"Well…" Early the next morning, Wesley stretched and squinted at the sun shining in. He hadn't been so comfortable in a long time. "Apple, why didn't you wake me up?"

"You're too tired. I think you need to relax completely. How do you feel?"

"It's so beautiful. The truth just keeps sleeping. Hehe… I didn't expect that I would be tired, but it's over. Now that I'm fully resurrected, I can continue to fight." Wesley smiled, then got up and washed up in the elf robe on the bed. Fortunately, he is tall and his body shape is similar to that of the elves, but he has short hair and looks a little strange. However, he is handsome and there is nothing wrong with it.

Elrond, the Elf King, reappeared and then invited Wesley to lunch. This time there was meat and Wesley felt that it tasted good, but he did not wolf it down. Halfway through the meal, Arwen appeared and whispered in Elrond's ear.

"Sorry, a few guests have arrived. I need to go and welcome them. Excuse me." King Elrond left in a hurry. Wesley was fine with this. Now he wants to find Frodo and take the ring. This seems a little difficult. Unless he goes to war with the elves, they will not give him the ring.

Everyone knew the power of the Ring, so they were especially concerned about the ownership of the Ring. In the end, only the weak Hobbit was the most suitable candidate, and Wesley, who came from an unknown background, had a hard time getting the Ring.

As they ate, King Elrond returned. "A human guest and three Halflings have arrived." With that, King Elrond sat down and the two of them continued to enjoy lunch. After lunch, King Elrond asked someone to prepare drinks for the elves, which tasted quite good.

"Where did you put the longbow? May I have the honor of experiencing the relics of the first Elven King?" King Elrond finally said. Wesley knew that he had something to say, but Wesley would not say it first so that he could owe him a favor.

"Of course." A longbow appeared out of thin air in Wesley's hand, which surprised King Elrond. Then he took the longbow and looked at it again and tried to pull it.

"It does require special magic. Have you learned it?" Elrond asked.

"No, I don't know Elvish, so I wanted to learn from the elves. I happened to see someone on the way, and when I caught up with him and saw that it was an elf, I naturally followed him. It just so happens that you guys taught me Elvish. After I learn it, I'll give you the first Elven King's Book of Elves. How about it?"

"Of course, but elves are not easy to learn. This will take a long time…" Elrond said hesitantly.

"Don't worry about that. I'm very optimistic about my language talent. How about we start as soon as possible?"

"No problem." King Elrond directly arranged for a female elf to study elf language and writing for Wesley. The language of elves is said to be created by God and is very profound, but it is not a problem for Wesley. His progress is frighteningly fast, which shocked the female elf who teaches him. At this time, King Elrond is calling a meeting to prepare for the disposal of the Ring.