Inexplicable Familiarity

Once the surrounding elves left, the dwarves couldn't suppress their

nature.

Groin and the other dwarves began to touch and comment on the crystal

glass, that vase, or the exquisite tableware on the table.

I saw them say:

"Although the craftsmanship of these elves is a bit worse than ours, the

workmanship is not bad, um... take it back and watch it."

"Well, this bowl is also good, just one is missing."

"..."

"Gloin, put down that silver fork, I saw it first."

"Don't grab it...it's mine!"

"..."

The surrounding dwarves began to become noisy, but the exquisite

decorations suffered.

Sorin's face was a bit ugly when he heard that, isn't the behavior of his

subordinates discrediting him?

You know, he is still in the territory of the elves, so why should he stand

up in front of King Elon?

The surrounding dwarves were still scrambling, as if they didn't know

anything, Thorin finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Be quiet, everyone!" he yelled. "Anyone who makes any more noise, I'll

throw him out."

A group of dwarves shrank their heads, looked at the angry Thorin, but let

go of their hands one after another, and sat down on the edge of the table

again.

There is no way, the king's power cannot be challenged, and they still

respect Thorin very much.

Looking at this scene, Gandalf couldn't help showing a smile. He didn't

feel very angry about the looting of the dwarves.

Every race has its own nature, as long as they don't fall into the

darkness, they are all lovely people in his opinion.

Thinking about it, he turned his eyes slightly, and when he saw Karl who

was silent at the side, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled in his

heart.

Carl seems to have never spoken since he entered Rivendell. This is a bit

strange, silent Carl? Isn't that like his character?

The thought flashed, and Gandalf said to Carl: "Hey, Carl, can you go and

wash your face, it's not very polite to meet the master with such a dirty

face."

"Gandalf, from now on, don't talk to me, because I have to think about a

problem." Carl replied lightly.

"Huh? Question?" Gandalf looked at the serious Carl, but he was even more

puzzled. What question can make Carl think so seriously?

"Can you tell me?"

"Of course, I'm wondering if the old man Gandalf can ignore my existence

for 30 minutes. If he can, I'll consider giving him a gift." Carl responded.

Gandalf froze for a moment, then nodded: "As you wish."

Although he didn't know why Karl suddenly became so strange, but seeing

that he didn't want to say anything, Gandalf didn't intend to press him. Of

course, because he didn't expect to get anything out of Carl's mouth.

As for gifts, does Carl give gifts? He had never thought of this

possibility, and it was just a bad joke.

Everyone sat in the living room, and after a while, the elves brought out

plates of sumptuous delicacies.

The head guard came up and said: "My king said, please invite the guests to

eat first, and he will come over later."

"Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you." Gandalf nodded. Although he was a

bit puzzled as to why Elrond moved so slowly, he was not bad at all.

Everyone was already hungry, how could they be polite to the tempting food

on the table?

Barbecue, sausage, fine wine, grapes, everyone picked them up wantonly and

stuffed them into their mouths.

Gandalf smiled, took the tableware, and began to eat too. After such a

bumpy journey, he was also exhausted.

I don't know how long it took, when everyone was eating happily, a footstep

came slowly from behind.

Karl was the first to notice the approach of the approaching person, and

cast a slight glance, but he quickly lowered his head in fright and continued

to eat.

However, Gandalf noticed Carl's small movements, and when he raised his

head and saw the person coming, he showed a smile on his face.

The visitor is very handsome, with a delicate and handsome face, wearing a

jeweled crown, long hair reaching his waist, and soft but majestic eyes.

"King Elon!" Gandalf got up, walked over, and made a salute.

The person in front of him was the lord of Rivendell, the king of elves -

Elrond.

"Gandalf, long time no see!" Elrond smiled and looked at his friend in

front of him, his eyes full of kindness.

The two of them were old acquaintances, and it seemed that they hadn't seen

each other for a hundred years. When they saw each other now, they would

naturally feel nostalgic and sigh.

The two greeted each other for a while, and the host and guest had a good

time, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Gandalf and Elrond were chatting, thinking of Karl's actions just now,

taking advantage of the gap, he glanced at him.

A trace of doubt flashed in his heart, this guy Carl? Is there any quarrel

with Elrond?

Just as I was thinking, a soft call came from my ear again:

"Gandalf, I have had bathing things ready. When you have eaten your supper,

go and bathe, and change into new clothes, and wash away the dust."

Gandalf turned his eyes, but found that the speaker was a beautiful elf

woman with fair skin, smooth long hair, big and moist eyes.

"Who are you!"

"Gandalf, you forgot, I'm Yawen!" the woman smiled softly, she seemed to be

a polite and generous lady.

"Yawen?" When Gandalf heard the name, a flash of understanding flashed in

his eyes. It turned out to be the daughter of his friend Elrond, Yawen?

Then he said with emotion: "I really didn't expect that you have grown up

so much now. I remember when I saw you back then, you were not as tall as a

bench."

"Pfft!" Hearing Gandalf's words, there was another soft sound beside him.

At first glance, it turned out that Karl sprayed out the food in his mouth.

Bilbo on the side was hit, and was directly sprayed in the face by Karl.

Seeing this scene, Elrond frowned slightly. These dwarves are really rude,

like rushing to eat? Aren't they afraid that the food here is not enough for

them to eat?

Had he not known that these men were brought by Gandalf, he would have

driven the dwarves out long ago.

He glanced at Karl lightly, then withdrew his gaze, and continued to ask

Gandalf, "Gandalf, I don't know why you brought these dwarves to me this time,

what's the matter?"

Gandalf also withdrew his gaze, and said with a slightly embarrassed face:

"This, it's like this..."

...

The two continued to chat, but they didn't notice Yawen who was on the

side.

Although Yawen was kind-hearted, like his father Elrond, she didn't like

these dwarves who came suddenly.

However, she can't be blamed for this, because the elves who are naturally

elegant, clean and beautiful are at odds with the dirty, stubborn and rude

dwarves.

So, when he saw Carl spit out the food in his mouth, he subconsciously

frowned and looked over.

However, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but you are a little

puzzled at first glance.

Because, she felt, why did this person's back seem familiar?