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Chapter 93 The Way to Take Back the Lonely Mountain is Simple

The elves were the first creatures to walk in Middle-earth. In fact, the history of the elves can almost be called the history of Middle-earth.

Especially after the first era, almost all major events in Middle-earth were related to elves. Now those glorious elf kingdoms have disappeared, and Rivendell is one of the few large elf territories.

It is hidden in a beautiful valley, shrouded in powerful magic, and has never been breached. It is a peaceful and peaceful place. In the common language, it is called the valley.

Since ancient times, whether it is elves, humans, dwarves, or hobbits, they have all gone to the valley to seek help and get advice from Elrond. It can't affect people's mood for the time being, just enjoy life to the fullest, listening to every dialogue and song.

Therefore, when a group of people walked through the long and narrow passage in the valley and saw the beautiful city located halfway up the mountain and surrounded by mountains, even the dwarves who were not compatible with the elves couldn't help being amazed.

This was a bit awkward, so Thorin coughed lightly, reminding the dwarves to pay attention to expression management.

Elrond in front of him turned his head back, with a smile in his eyes, and raised his voice, "Welcome to the Imladris Valley, honored guests."

"I have ordered everyone to light the fire and fill up the wine to entertain the distinguished guests."

The thoughtfulness of etiquette made it difficult for a stubborn man like Sorin to refute, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear, and walked with his head buried.

Elrond continued: "I noticed that in addition to the dwarves, there were hobbits and humans in the team—"

"I'm Bilbo Baggins," said Mr. Baggins eagerly, "from the Shire."

"A beautiful and peaceful place, you are welcome to stay in the valley forever." Elrond replied to Mr. Baggins, and looked at Townsend again.

"This is a traveler." Gandalf introduced first: "He is just passing by."

"." Townsend glanced at Gandalf.

How much do you want the elves to have anything to do with me?

Naturally, he would not be as rude as the dwarf, and said with a smile: "I come from a far away place, and I have heard of the beauty of the valley long ago, and it really lives up to my reputation."

"Welcome, Traveler." The human being in front of him looked extremely strange and mysterious, which really made him a little curious.

It's just that Gandalf's abnormal performance made Elrond temporarily suppress his curiosity.

The group quickly entered the elven city of Rivendell, their eyes filled with golden sunset light, radiant tassels, exquisite reliefs and handsome elves with different looks.

Tang Sen no longer knew how many times he had heard Mr. Baggins exclaim, until he was seated in a semi-open-air banquet hall, his eyes still couldn't stay in one place for a long time.

The long tables in the banquet hall are already filled with food and fine wines. Under the sunset light, elves are playing musical instruments and singing ancient and melodious tunes. Anyone who comes here will unconsciously become peaceful and quiet.

Of course, this obviously does not include the dwarves. The banquet of the dwarves is never quiet. They will jump on the table and sing loudly while stepping on the rhythm with their feet. The singing voice is not in their consideration. , happiness is enough.

Therefore, this piece of pure land became noisy.

"Why are they all vegetables? This thing is for people to eat? I want to eat meat!"

"Bah bah bah! It doesn't smell at all!"

"What kind of wine is this? It feels more tasteless than water!"

The dwarves complained loudly, making a mess on the table.

"Don't forget the curse in your body." Sitting at another table with Gandalf, Elrond and Thorin, Townsend couldn't help reminding: "I told you, you will never experience it again. Any pleasure in food and wine, that's the price."

"Damn it! I'm starting to regret it!" Bombur, the fattest among the dwarves, threw his knife and fork on the ground unbearably: "Isn't there anything in this elven city that can make people happy?"

"To be fair, I think the wine here is pretty good."

"Huh?" All the dwarves looked sideways and saw Kili and Fili who were eating.

The movements of the two froze immediately.

Qi Li showed an embarrassed smile, quickly changed the subject, and whispered: "Personally, I don't like female elves."

"So thin, with damn high cheekbones, so tender skin, so little facial hair."

Having said that, he paused and winked at the elf who was playing next to him: "However, this elf is not bad."

All the dwarves were successfully distracted. One dwarf sized up the elf carefully and frowned.

"This is not a female elf."

"."

The smile on Kili's face disappeared, no, actually, the smile didn't disappear, it just transferred to the faces of the other dwarves.

Hearing the roar of laughter that erupted next to him, Elrond raised his glass: "So many dwarves, plus hobbits and humans, an unusual traveling companion, Mithrandil."

Gandalf smiled awkwardly: "Actually, there are only thirteen dwarves and one hobbit, and the rest are hired by travelers."

"We set off from the Blue Mountains, we are going to climb over the Misty Mountains, and go to—"

"Hmph!" Thorin snorted suddenly, and interrupted Gandalf: "I don't think we need to announce our destination."

"It's not difficult to guess, Thorin, son of Thraine." Elrond said leisurely, "The dragon Smaug has not appeared for 60 years, and many people are suspecting that maybe it has left the Lonely Mountain."

"Many people even started to move around, coveting the wealth of Gushan."

"Does that include you too?" Thorin said coldly, "Elves."

Elrond smiled, and just said: "There is no need for Rivendell to participate in these things."

"I just want to remind you that the giant dragon will not give up his wealth easily. Even if it is not in the lonely mountain now, it will definitely come back."

"Actually, it's in Gushan." Tang Sen's sudden interjection attracted everyone's attention.

"How do you know?" Thorin frowned.

"The traveler knows everything." This sentence did not come from Townsend's mouth, but from Gandalf. He smiled helplessly: "Although I don't fully believe this, maybe we should be prepared."

"If Smaug is really still entrenched in the Lonely Mountain, then our group is just going to die."

"We still have hobbits." Thorin said, "At least, we have to share some of the wealth that belongs to the dwarves."

Elrond said: "The hobbit does have a natural light footsteps and low presence, but I have to remind you."

"The dragon has a very good memory, especially for shiny things. Even if he just lost a gold coin, he will definitely find it and try to get it back desperately."

"So, are you really ready to face Smaug's wrath?"

Thorin bit his cheek and said nothing.

"I do have a way."

Tang Sen said suddenly.

"I have an ominous premonition!" Gandalf covered his forehead: "Traveler, can't you be a polite guest and keep silent?"

Townsend smiled and glanced at Gandalf, ignoring his complaints.

"Actually, things are far from that troublesome."

He looked at Thorin and said seriously: "We just need to enter the Lonely Mountain, and then—"

"Just kill that dragon."

(End of this chapter)